Surrender Of The Storm

@tidefated continued from [x]

In the midst of a storm – no matter the strength of the gales – a man needed to keep on his toes. There were too many things that could go wrong – all of which needed to be accounted for and mitigated or compensated for in orderly fashion. Immediacy and efficiency were key – and keeping ahead of the worst a storm could do took not only a great deal of mental maneuvering, it was also exceptionally taxing in a physical sense. Simply put, to say that Jack was exhausted would be to set matters into a much milder format than the reality of it.

He relaxed mostly because he trusted Armando to stand steady even with his weight, and he knew that now was the wisest time for rest. He did not resist the yawn that overcame him, though he was hesitant to retire entirely when there was work that still needed overseeing. “Once matters settle, aye,” He agreed, indicating he was simply taking a moment for himself, and intended to return to assisting soon enough.

A Palpable Hit

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“I dare say none of us could qualify as an expert but at least one of us cares about sanitation enough.” he grumbled back. As per usual, the bickering between the two was constant, William not able to shut up when the Sparrow opened his mouth yet there was no bite or cruel intention to his words.

He sighed through his nose, dark eyebrows furrowing in concentration as he focused on the wound once again, after cleaning it thoroughly and managing to cease the bleeding. He was patching it safely now, thankful that the pirate had ceased his endless movement in aid to his actions. The faster he would finish it, the sooner he could leave Sparrow alone to move as much as he wanted.

He grasped his shoulders to force him to look further once again, almost rolling his eyes at the man’s attitude before focusing on finishing the patching. “It has not, trust me. It isn’t big enough. It might leave a scar but not enough to affect the ink.” he assured and furrowed his eyebrows. The colours were a new discovery of sorts for the young man, not a common view in Port Royal. “Where have you gotten them?”

@oceanfoamed

Jack supposed he had to hand that one to the lad – there were few on the seas who could be counted as experts and nearly all of them were in the employ of the Navy or the Company, neither of which were particularly partial toward aiding wounded pirates nearly as much as they were to causing the wounds themselves.

In recognition of Turner’s wit Jack opted to offer him no argument – a signal of truce if nothing else, at least for the present standing moment. He could have done without quite so much manhandling, but as it was he did face forward without complaint, which was a greater obedience than he offered to most – though of course, it simply benefited him best at the moment to be agreeable.

He was appeased, therefore, when Turner confirmed there was no damage to his ink. Enough so that he relaxed slightly enough the question received an almost straightforward reply. “All over, back mostly.” It occurred to him then the whelp might have meant where in the world, at which point, he laughed a bit at his own unintended wit, then, “A town in the Bahamas for that piece – why, thinking of getting some yourself?” That’d be something he’d damn near pay to see.

💪 | TF’ Armando to Jack

{ Touch Starved Meme }

It was difficult to tell what was the more alarming sensation, really. The sudden drop in the pit of one’s stomach when fingers slip their hold or the more forceful thrust of a shoulder into said stomach when snatched out of the air and tossed over it like a kitten plucked from a heavy breeze.

Catching his bearings, Jack was just about to say something when the world shifted rather suddenly, and his position went from potato sack to bride. For a moment, he simply stared before he laughed and slung a lazy arm over Armando’s broad shoulders. {{ You know, there are easier ways to sweep a man off his feet, }} He teased, as if the captain hadn’t just saved him from a most unwanted swim.

“I’m proud of you.” || FROM JAMES TO JACK

{ Black Sails Starters }

An unwelcome shudder worked its way down his spine, chilling him to the core almost instantly. It was a twitch, really – nothing more than a bit of old reflex as he cast a glance behind him before looking down, ascertaining both that nobody was behind him receiving this address – and that there was nothing sneaking up from below while he was distracted by it.

Over before it could be noticed, Jack smiled, broad and bright enough that a glint of sun could be caught on his brass tooth – a sign, clear as the skies, that he was putting on airs. He was so open with James that he almost didn’t notice how quickly the old ways could rise – but there were some things ( little things! ) – that were just too dangerous to be trusted.

“Now Jem,” He breathed, moving closer as he employed the name he’d granted to his deadliest game to date, “If I’ve done something to offend you – you could just say so,” It did not occur to Jack that the words were genuine. He believed many things – when it came to the value they found in one another, wild and mad though it was – Jack believed sweet whispers and angry snarls alike.

He never forgot where his Jem came from – never forgot the line they walked together was tenuous, or that every time his heart had tried to beat in time with someone else it had found itself dashed upon the rocks again and again.He truly hated the moments when Jem managed to tear him open, when the damned man would increase the height of his own importance by leaving yet another trace of himself behind when he closed the wounds he opened with the same rough hands that had torn them open to begin with. Yet in the end, he loved those moments – loved the aftermath, as they found themselves woven closer still by the thread of their fates.

This did not feel like one of those moments.

Habit shrouded him, protected him from the fear that welled up inside him that this was it – that this was the moment when their ships would part ways, and Jem would extract every piece of light he’d implanted with one devastating goodbye. People were only proud of Jack Sparrow when they found the means to betray him, and in the hands of the one man who could perhaps truly destroy him, they were easily the most terrifying his love could conjure.

“Let’s talk this through, aye?” From teasing charm to pleading in a beat, Jack brought his hands placatingly to his lover’s hips, drawing him in as if to seduce the trouble away, “What have I done that’s so terrible it can’t be righted?”

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