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Fic: The Pirates of Boeshane Chapter 4/16

Title: The Pirates of Boeshane: The Curse of the Myfanwy
Fandoms: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tommy/Tosh, past John/Jack, one-sided John/Ianto, Owen, Kathy, Gwen, Mickey/Jake, Harold Saxon, Rhys/Andy, Martha, James Harper, Ross, Rory, brief mention of the Doctor/Rose, Donna
Author: backrose_17
Prompt: The Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl
Summary: A Pirate Captain seeking to reclaim what was stolen from him joins forces with a young Blacksmith seeking to rescue his kidnapped best friend. Together they find more than just the adventures of their journey.
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or Doctor Who.
Beta: royalladyemma
Written for Reel_Torchwood Round 5

Chapter 4

 

Knowing that the UNIT officers wouldn’t be too far behind him Jack needed a place to hide and he needed to find it on the double. Hearing the soldiers approaching fast he hid behind a column until they passed. Once he was sure they were gone, Jack slowly moved out from behind the column and looked around for his next hiding place. A smirk curved his lips as he noticed the sign for the town's blacksmith swinging above his head. ‘At least I can get these off,’ Jack thought with a grimace as he looked at the shackles on his wrists. ‘Why do these chains always have to be so rough on my skin? Why doesn’t someone make shackles out of silk for a change!’

 

Carefully and quietly he entered the smithy, only to stop abruptly when he saw the man in the corner, sound asleep and snoring loudly. Approaching slowly Jack's eyes filled with tears when the waves of alcohol coming from the man’s breath reached his nostrils and he blinked rapidly to clear his vision. ‘Still, better safe than sorry.’ Jack poked the sleeping man to see if he’d wake, but the drunk never moved. After a moment or two, Jack smiled, knowing that the man was too deep in his drunken slumber to pose a problem. Looking around at the equipment, Jack set out to rid himself of his pesky chains.

 

Jack wasn’t having much success at removing his manacles; his first attempt with the hammer failed and then he lost his cool and tried twisting them off, and of course, that failed painfully. But as he stood there rubbing his wrists and wincing at his bruises, he noticed the two big turning wheels that held dozens of swords. His gaze then fell on the donkey, standing there quietly and patiently, and Jack’s eyes widened as a slow smile spread across his face. “Bingo!” he crowed softly.

 

‘I really am sorry about this,’ Jack apologised silently to the donkey as he pulled a red hot metal poker out of the fire and poked the animal in the hip with it, thus spurring the donkey into motion. As the donkey began to pull the powerful machinery, Jack looped the chains around one of the wheels and watched with baited breath as the two wheels met. His knees sagged with relief as the chains broke but before Jack could make good his escape, he heard the doors to the building open and he rushed to hide.

 

From his hiding place, Jack peeked out to see who had come in and he immediately felt a familiar hunger stir in his belly as a handsome, dark-haired man entered the smithy. He raked his eyes over every inch of the beautiful man and licked his lips in anticipation. ‘Well this trip just got a whole lot better.’ Jack knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that 'before I leave Boeshane, I will have this man in my bed.'

 

Ianto raised an eyebrow as he spotted the clearly upset donkey and he quickly soothed the creature with soft words and a gentle hand. Once the animal was calm, Ianto looked around carefully, wondering what could have spooked the normally passive animal and when he spotted John Ellis passed out in his chair, he rolled his eyes with annoyance. “Right where I left you,” he muttered in disgust and turned away from the sight of the drunken blacksmith.

 

That was when he noticed the hammer. Ianto was extraordinarily particular about the use and care of all the tools in the smithy. He would never have been careless enough to leave one of his tools just lying around and he knew that Ellis had already been drinking himself to oblivion when he’d gone to the Saxon mansion. “You are not where I left you,” he frowned and muttered under his breath.

 

From his hiding place, Jack fought back a groan as the sound of those Welsh vowels washed over him; he’d always had a weakness for a sexy Welsh accent. When Ianto bent over to retrieve the tool, he presented Jack with a perfect view of his arse and immediately all of the blood in Jack's brain pooled in his groin. He fought the urge to come out of his hiding spot and have his wicked way with the young man right on the spot. He really, really wanted to hear the younger man cry out his name as he writhed in passion beneath him. Jack shivered with pure lust and it took all of his control not to rush out and act on his desires. 'There'll be plenty of time for that later,' he promised himself.

 

Suddenly all his thoughts of an afternoon roll in the hay vanished when he saw that Ianto had noticed his hat lying on the floor. And even though he too was looking directly at his hat, Jack’s hand still automatically flew to the top of his head. A pout graced his lips when he realized he’d lost his beloved plumed hat and hadn’t even noticed. ‘I really hope Gorgeous doesn’t hold this against me.’ Jack didn’t want to threaten such a beautiful and sexy man but he really needed his hat back so he lowered his voice to a lovely, deep, sexy tone.

 

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you, Gorgeous," Jack couldn’t resist leering at Ianto even as he brandished his sword at the man in a macho fashion. "... but I do have something else you can touch.”

 

Ianto felt his mouth go dry as the sexiest man he had ever laid eyes on stepped out into the open. The young Welshman went weak in the knees as his eyes travelled the length of Jack’s body, pausing for more than a few seconds on his tightly trousered groin. When his gaze returned to Jack's face, the only thing he could think of was how much he wanted to feel those sensual lips pressed against his own and to see what was hidden behind those form-fitting breeches.

 

At least, that was all he could think about until he noticed the sword in the sexy man’s hand, and then his eyes flew back down to the hat at his feet. In a flash, suddenly everything he was seeing made perfect sense. His wide-eyed gaze returned to Jack’s face and just for a moment, Jack thought he saw a flash of admiration in those two big blue eyes.

 

“You’re the one they’re hunting!” he gasped. “The pirate!” Ianto could not believe his rotten luck; of all the men in the world that he could have developed an instant and cock-hardening crush on, it just had to be the pirate that threatened Toshiko.

 

Jack couldn’t help stepping closer and taking a good look at the man before him. Something was nagging at him, tickling the back of his mind. There was something about the man that looked very familiar but Jack just couldn’t put his finger on it and it was starting to bug him. “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before or did we have a wild little tryst?” He searched Ianto’s eyes. “But you’d think I would remember having someone as lovely as you in my bed.” 'Oh god, would I remember having a good time with a body like yours!'

 

Ianto swallowed hard; he wasn’t sure what to make of a man who was threatening him on the one hand but openly leering and flirting with him on the other. If he were being truthful, Ianto would have to admit to himself that he found the combination kinky and exciting. ‘No!’ Ianto mentally shook his head. ‘This man is a pirate and he endangered Toshiko and no matter how hot he is that is not something I can forgive.’ Steeling himself Ianto glared at Jack, one eyebrow raised in utter disdain. “I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates.”

 

‘Ouch, that one stung.’ Jack was actually a little surprised; he’d been hated before but for some reason, coming from this man the words actually hurt, which was odd as he only just met the man. Who is this man that he has touched my heart so easily?' Swallowing his hurt feelings, Jack brushed the comment off and forced a swaggering leer back on his face. ‘I’ll show him just how much I do not care.’

 

Taking a step closer to Ianto, Jack put on his sexiest, most alluring smile. 'Yeah, this is what you're missing, boyo!' “Ah, well then, it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you’ll excuse me?” He grabbed his hat and with a graceful flourish, he planted it firmly on his head before he turned to leave.

 

Part of Ianto wanted to let Jack go; the very idea of seeing such a handsome, sexy, alluring, beautiful, lustful… ‘Shut up, already!’ he ordered his libido sternly. No, he didn’t want to see Jack hung for piracy, but he just couldn’t let him go either, not after endangering Tosh. Unfortunately, having all of UNIT chasing after him meant that when they captured him, they would do so with as much violence to his beautiful body as possible.

 

Before he could think twice about what he was doing, Ianto drew his own sword and brandished it bravely. “You’re not going anywhere!” He groaned inwardly; ‘Why can’t I sound virile and sexy like this man?’

 

“Do you think this wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?” Jack’s own libido cranked up another notch; Ianto looked so hot standing there with his big 'sword' – Jack snickered at his own innuendo – a weapon in his hand, his beautiful blue eyes and his sweet cupid-bow lips… ‘Down boy!’ Jack shook his head; 'I really don't want to fight this young man but it looks like I have no choice.' Ianto was determined to stand in his way.

 

“You threatened Miss Sato.” Ianto needed a way to keep Jack in the smithy until he figured out what to do with him and as foolish as it sounded, a sword fight seemed the best way. Even though the man was a pirate, he didn’t deserve to suffer at the hands of UNIT thugs.

 

“Only a little,” Jack admitted with a shrug and he grinned as they began to parry, the firelight glinting off their blades. Ianto quickly proved that he was no lightweight when it came to swordplay. Jack had to admit he was actually impressed and he nodded approvingly. “You do know what you’re doing, I’ll give you that. Excellent form.”

 

Jack leered openly at Ianto’s groin and licked his lips, leaving no question as to exactly what he was referring to and he was delighted to see Ianto blushing. ‘Oh my god, he’s even more gorgeous with that blush creeping up his neck! It's colouring his cheeks and even the tips of his ears! I wonder how far down it goes?’ Jack swallowed convulsively and tried not to groan too loudly. ‘I want him even more now!’ It took a too-close-for-comfort encounter with the tip of Ianto’s blade to bring him back to the matter at hand.

 

“But how’s your footwork? If I step here,” Jack was pleased to see Ianto following him easily, “very good. Now I step again. Ta.” Jack had successfully manoeuvred them so that he was close to the entrance; he sheathed his sword and began walking towards the front door.

 

Ianto was determined to save Jack’s life and in a move born of pure desperation, he threw his sword and watched it land firmly in the door with a satisfying THUNK, effectively barring the exit. The first thought that crossed his mind was, ‘thank god I didn’t hit him!’

 

Jack waited until the sword stopped shaking before trying to pull it out and he was pleasantly surprised to see that it was firmly stuck in the wood. It took some effort, but he managed to pull it free with a little grunt. “That’s a wonderful trick, except, once again you are between me and my way out. And now you have no weapon,” Jack couldn’t help gloating, thinking ‘this is the end.' The feeling of loss that accompanied his triumph puzzled him.

 

Ianto rolled his eyes and grabbed a sword that was heating in the fire and Jack’s eyes widened with alarm when he saw the fiery red tip. Once again, the two men began their careful dance of thrust and parry.

 

“Who makes all these?” Jack demanded to know as he glanced at the myriad swords lying everywhere even while as he and Ianto fought.

 

“I do! And I practice with them! Three hours a day!” Ianto growled defiantly. Tosh was his only friend and given the vast difference in their social classes, propriety dictated that they couldn’t hang out all that much which meant there was nothing for him to do but practice, make swords and read.

 

“You need to find yourself a girl, or a man or even an alien if you want." He didn’t know where the idea came from, but Jack knew for a fact that if anyone dared to lay so much as a single finger on his Welshman he would happily rip their hands off. ‘I’ll do whatever it takes to stake my claim. He’s mine!’ "I know I’d be more than willing to help you out.” The moment the offer was out of his mouth, Jack let his imagination run wild.

 

Ianto was puzzled by Jack's sudden lack of focus but he was nobody’s fool; he took advantage of the other man’s distraction to make several advancing thrusts. Jack parried his attempts without even paying attention to him.

 

‘Destroy anyone who touches him? Whoa, where did that come from?’ Jack Harkness had never been a possessive man and he couldn’t believe that this man was stirring such strong emotions in him, ‘And I don’t even know his bloody name yet!’ No matter how hard he tried, Jack simply could not deny that something he'd pushed deep down within himself was coming to life. ‘Damn it to hell!’ he groaned silently. ‘I want this young man and before this is over by god, I will have him!'

 

Thanks to Jack's preoccupation, Ianto was able to force the pirate back several feet with a few well-aimed thrusts “I practice three hours a day to protect those I love from pirates!” Ianto snarled at Jack.

 

Equally matched in both skill and determination, they continued their swordfight until eventually they ended up jumping onto a cart that swayed precariously under them. Without warning, Ianto managed to hook a knife in the short length of chain that was hanging from Jack’s left wrist and he threw it upward with all his might so that it became deeply embedded in the overhead beam.

 

In return, Jack stomped on a loose board that knocked Ianto off the cart and onto his arse. Jack then used all his body weight to pull the knife out of the wood and he fell back on to the cart just as Ianto climbed back on. In a move straight out of the circus, Ianto found himself flying up into the rafters when Jack’s weight hit the cart. Jack was delighted to see how graceful Ianto was, even when hit with the unexpected.

 

Jack didn’t have time to gloat about the cleverness of his actions before Ianto got his revenge. The young Welshman spotted a number of heavy sacks hanging from the beam and he quickly cut their ropes. The falling bags hit the cart which in turn vaulted Jack up into the rafters as well.

 

As if they’d planned the whole thing, the two men continued their fight, jumping nimbly from beam to beam. Finally, they were back on the ground but in a stroke of bad luck, Jack lost his weapon and in desperation, he grabbed a handful of sawdust from the floor and threw it into Ianto’s eyes. While the younger man was blinded Jack pulled out his Webley and aimed it at Ianto.

 

“You cheated!” Ianto sputtered in frustration as he wiped his eyes and face.

 

“Pirate!” Jack reminded Ianto with a jauntily grin but his good mood was ruined when he heard men trying to break down the smithy’s door. He motioned with his handgun, “Move away.”

 

“No.” Ianto had never felt so torn in his life. Despite the fact that Ianto really wanted Jack to escape he couldn’t let him go, not after the man had threatened Tosh . On the other hand, however, he knew all about UNIT's reputation for torturing prisoners and he did not want them to hurt Jack in anyway.

 

Please move.” Jack knew he was pleading but he simply could not go to jail; he’d been there before and he knew he didn’t do well behind bars. The maid service sucked, the linens always had a low thread count, the toilet role in the loo was never soft enough, and he inevitably ended up with noisy neighbours.

 

Again Ianto wanted nothing more than to move aside but he couldn’t. “No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape.” He owed the Governor and Tommy too much to let Jack leave, even though that was exactly what he wanted to do. It broke his heart knowing what was going to happen to Jack when UNIT got a hold of him.

 

Jack glanced down at his gun, a haunted look in his eyes.“This shot is not meant for you,” he said ominously. He hated threatening to shoot Ianto but before either man could do anything Jack was knocked over the head with a bottle of alcohol and he dropped like a rock, unconscious.

 

Ianto looked up from Jack's fallen body and he was surprised to see John standing there, his rum bottle in hand and he took a long drink just as Tommy’s men broke through the door, shouting. “There he is! Over here!”

 

Tommy took a look at the slumped form of Jack and smiled at John. “Excellent work, Mr Ellis, you have assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive.”

 

John blinked a few times as he struggled to keep from falling over. “Ju... doin' my shiv... civic du... doody, sir,” he slurred and then he giggled when a loud belch followed his words. He offered his bottle to Tommy and then shrugged his shoulders when Tommy declined.

 

Ianto rolled his eyes; it was just like John to take credit for the whole thing. ‘As usual, he has no idea what’s been going on; he slept through the whole damn thing!’

 

Tommy ignored Ianto and John as he smiled down at Jack’s unconscious form, a look of smug satisfaction lighting up his face. As he poked at Jack with the toe of his boot, he said, “Well, I trust you will always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Harkness almost escaped. Take him away.”

 

Ianto watched with a heavy heart as Jack was dragged away by Tommy’s men; he knew what fate awaited Jack and he didn’t like it one bit but there was nothing he could do to prevent the inevitable. He watched until Jack was out of sight; 'I'm so very sorry, Jack.'

 

*****

Jack awoke with a splitting headache and in one of his least favourite places: a UNIT holding cell. After shifting and squirming in an useless attempt to get comfortable, he placed his hat over his eyes, folded his arms across his chest and tried to block out the sounds from other prisoners. Unfortunately, it only made the noise that much louder. Annoyed by the ruckus, Jack peeked out from beneath his hat’s brim to see what they were doing, planning to suggest that they do whatever it was more quietly.

 

On his left, the man was blowing asthmatically into a harmonica – off key, naturally – while his cellmate sang along – although it was an entirely different song. To his right, the prisoner was sound asleep and snoring loudly; every third snore he'd cough wetly and give a weird little snort. In the cell next to that, the man was carrying on a spirited conversation, complete with exaggerated hand gestures, with his invisible friend.

 

Across the way, a few of his fellow prisoners were whistling enticingly and waving a bone at a scrawny mutt sitting nearby. The dog held the keys to the prison doors in its jaws, and Jack would swear on his pretty hat that it was laughing at its captives. “Come here, boy. Want a nice juicy bone? Come here. Come on.”

 

“You can keep doing that forever, the dog is never going to move.” Having tried that little trick himself once or twice Jack knew that it was doomed to fail.

 

“Oh, excuse us if we haven’t resigned ourselves to the gallows just yet,” the lead prisoner muttered as he tuned out Jack and focused on attracting the dog.

 

Jack just shook his head and decided to think about something much more pleasant than his fate and that something was a certain young Welshman with dark wavy hair, sweet tempting lips and eyes the colour of the Pan-Corellian seas. He pictured again just how well his sexy blacksmith filled out both the front and the back of his breeches. With a wry smile, Jack realised that his dream guy, no matter how beautiful, now seemed forever out of his reach. To Jack, the saddest part of it all was, ‘I didn’t even learn his name.’

 

*****

 

Back in the safe confines of the Governor’s mansion Toshiko was tucked snugly in her warm bed while her maid, Gwen, put a bed warmer between the sheets. “There you go, Miss. It’s been a difficult day for you, I’m sure.” Gwen smiled gently at her mistress, showing off the gap between her teeth.

 

Tosh nodded and a dreamy smile graced her lips. “I suspect Commodore Brockless was going to propose but I must admit I wasn’t entirely prepared for it.” ‘If I had been, there’s no way in hell I would have worn that dress.’ It took all of Tosh’s willpower not to cry over the fact that her dreams of the perfect proposal had been ruined thanks to a stupid corset.

 

“Well, I meant you being threatened by that pirate. Sounds terrifying.” Gwen spoke again, breaking into Tosh’s thoughts.

 

“Oh, yes, it was terrifying.” Truthfully Tosh hadn’t really found it frightening at all. Actually, it had been rather thrilling, not that she could ever tell anyone that. She’d already sort of ‘violated’ acceptable lady-like protocol by not falling down in a graceful swoon during her ‘ordeal’ and she knew her behaviour would be the talk of Boeshane society for days.

 

Gwen, always hungry for gossip to share down in the servants’ quarters, latched on to the fact that Tommy had finally asked Tosh to marry him. “But the Commodore did propose. Fancy that! Now, that’s a smart match, Miss, if it’s not too bold to say.” Gwen was hoping she could find out what Tosh’s answer had been; she had a reputation as the queen of gossip to protect below stairs and she knew that the others would be dying to know about this piece of juicy news.

 

Tosh nodded. “It is a smart match. He’s a fine man; he’s what any woman or man should dream of marrying.” Tosh knew that a man of Tommy's good looks and military rank could have almost anyone he chose but he’d chosen her. ‘Not that anyone else will get the chance; Tommy’s mine and I will happily claw out the eyes of anyone who tries anything with my man!’ Tosh nearly growled her thoughts out loud and she covered by coughing slightly and clearing her throat.

 

Toshiko Sato-Saxon was so lost in her murderous thoughts and in thinking about being Mrs Commodore Tommy Brockless that she nearly missed Gwen’s next sentence, “Now that Ianto Jones, he’s a fine man, too.”

 

Tosh glared at Gwen and hissed angrily, “That is too bold.” Tosh knew full well that Gwen had been sniffing around Ianto, just as she knew that Ianto had made it perfectly clear on more than one occasion that he wasn’t interested.

 

Gwen hadn’t taken the rejection very well and ever since then she'd taken every opportunity to besmirched Ianto’s good name. Gwen knew that if she could find out that Tosh had a romantic interest in Ianto, it would be the perfect revenge. 'I'll show that stupid blacksmith to reject me!'

 

“Well, begging your pardon, Miss. It was not my place.” Gwen knew she’d over-stepped her position and hastily decided it was best if she took her leave as quickly as possible. “Night, Miss,” Gwen performed a perfunctory curtsy and tried not to rush out the door.

 

Tosh watched her go, thankful to finally be alone with her thoughts. Clutching her pillow to her breast, she couldn’t help but shiver despite the warm, sea-scented breeze drifting in from her open window. Tosh couldn’t explain it to save her life, but she knew the breeze carried something sinister with it.

 

*****

 

Hard at work on a new sword, Ianto paused in his hammering and wiped the sweat from his brow. As he looked out into the deserted street, the hair on the back of his neck stood on edge. There was danger was in the air.

 

*****

 

As the citizens slept on with peaceful dreams, a menacing ship, its large black sails blowing and snapping in the wind, glided slowly into Boeshane Harbour. She had sailed single-mindedly from distant seas, seeking the mysterious something that had called to her from far across the bounding main.

 

*****

Should anyone have been out and about in the middle of the night, they would have found Governor Saxon walking with Tommy Brockless on top of the Fort. “Has my daughter given you an answer yet?” The older man held such high hopes from them as a couple.

 

Sadly Tommy shook his head. “No, sir, she hasn’t.”

 

Harold rested his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “Well, she has had a very trying day. Ghastly weather, don’t you think?” The Governor shivered; despite the warm weather, there just seemed to be something wrong.

 

“Bleak.” Tommy nodded. Very bleak,” he agreed; something in the air was telling him to be on his guard.

 

The distant sound of whistling gained Saxon’s attention. “What’s that?” He looked around, trying to locate the source of the noise.

 

As a seasoned sailor, it took only Tommy a split second to recognise the sound for exactly what it was. “Cannon fire!” he raised the alarm even as he tackled the Governor and forced him to the ground. “Return fire!” he yelled to his men.


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