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Fic: The Pirates of Boeshane Chapter 12/16

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 12


Wading out onto the beach Jack easily shook off the rest of the ropes that bound his wrists even as his eyes remained glued to the disappearing Myfanwy. “That’s the second time I’ve had to watch that man sail away with my ship,” Jack stated mournfully. ‘And what’s worse is this time he has my Yan with him.’ That was a more upsetting thought than being stranded, yet again, on a deserted island.


Jack turned and began walking inland, muttering to himself as he strode along. Tosh followed him silently, wondering where he was going and how he planned to get them off the island. 'I wonder how he got off the island in the first place?'


Hurrying to catch up with Jack, Tosh caught hold of Jack’s arm. “But you were marooned on this island before, weren’t you? So we can escape in the same way you did then, right?” 'Please, tell me!'


Jack whirled around to face her and Tosh gasped when she saw the pain, fear and desperation clearly painted on his face. “To what point and purpose, young missy? The Black Myfanwy is gone and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice…?” Jack gestured to Tosh’s chest. “Unlikely – young Mr Jones will be dead long before you can reach him.” Jack’s heart was wracked with pain as he thought of his beloved Ianto’s fate. ‘I need to numb this pain and I know just how to do it.’


Tosh’s eyes narrowed as she again followed him. As she watched him knock on a tree trunk, then take four steps and jump up and down a few times, Tosh began to worry. ‘I thing the heat, the loss of his ship and especially Ianto have finally driven Jack mad.' But despite Jack’s bizarre behaviour, she refused to give up trying to get off the island. Ianto meant the world to her and she wasn’t blind; she could see that Jack cared for Ianto just as much, maybe even more than she did.


“But you’re Captain Jack Harkness. You vanished from under the eyes of seven agents of the East India Company. You sacked Nassau Port without even firing a shot. Are you the pirate I’ve read about or not?" Tosh stamped her foot in frustration, although the sand diminished the effect somewhat. "How did you escape last time?”


Jack ignored her and jumped up and down a second time.


Tosh was growing more and more angry by Jack’s attitude as the minutes passed and she played her trump card. “Are you the pirate Ianto has fallen for? Are you just going to leave Ianto to his fate?” she demanded, knowing she was being cruel. 'Please love Ianto enough to get us off this island!'


Jack’s world both soared to the heavens with joy and plummeted to the depths of hell with despair in the same moment when he heard Tosh say that Ianto had fallen for him. He would give anything to save Ianto but he had no way of getting them off the island and it was time he came clean to Tosh.


“Last time I was here a grand total of three days, all right? Last time…” Jack’s voice trailed off as he opened up the door to a secret cellar and climbed down, his voice echoing back to Tosh. “The rumrunners used this island as a cache. Came by, and I was able to barter a passage off. From the looks of things, they’ve long been out of business. Probably have your bloody friend Brockless to thank for that.” Jack climbed back out with two bottles of rum in his hands.


Tosh became so angry at Jack’s willingness to leave Ianto to his fate that she literally stamped her foot in the sand a second time. “So that’s it then? That's the secret grand adventure of the infamous Jack Harkness? You spent three days lying on a beach, drinking rum?!” She could not believe that she and Ianto had ended up placing their fate in the hands of a drunken phoney who was satisfied with his lot as a total failure.


“Welcome to Boeshane, love,” Jack muttered sarcastically before handing her a bottle, uncorking his own and taking a long swallow. After wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he turned away and headed for the beach, his shoulders slumped in defeat. All he wanted to do was mourn the loss of his beloved Myfanwy; she was the best ship he’d ever helmed and he’d never see the likes of her again.


‘Later, when I’m drunk enough, I’ll think about the future that I could have had with beautiful, sweet, loving…’ HIC! ‘Sweet, gorgeous, sexy…’ hic HIC! ‘Iantooo...'Jack’s drunken inner voice faded off as he passed out in the warm sand.


Tosh glared at Jack’s back as he ambled off down the trail and she wondered whether or not she’d hit him with the bottle if she threw it hard enough. She weighed the bottle in her hand as she considered her options, and then she looked at the bottle again as a cunning look entered her eyes. A plan was beginning to form in her oh-so-clever mind. 'This time, I'll be the one getting us off this island, Captain Jack Harkness!'



On the Black Myfanwy, Ianto found himself alone with John Hart in the Captain’s cabin and he tried not to let the other man’s lascivious leer get to him. The way John kept looking at him made Ianto's skin crawl but he refused to be cowed by the pirate's attention.


Knowing exactly the effect he was having on the young man, John continued to slowly undress Ianto with his eyes. Ianto Jones was indeed a fine specimen of a man, broad in the shoulder and narrow in the hip. He had strong thighs and graceful hands, liquid blue eyes and Cupid’s bow lips and John couldn’t wait to see the man out of his clothing. “You know, Eye-Candy, I think I’ll have use for you once this curse is lifted,” John purred as he moved closer to Ianto, sniffing the younger man’s scent. 'Hmmm... delicious!'


Ianto’s eyes narrowed and he glared daggers at John. “I will never serve a back-stabbing murderous traitor like you!” Ianto snarled, venom dripping from every word.


John struck with all the speed and accuracy of a cobra and before Ianto knew what was happening he was pinned against the wall with John’s body pressed against his own. A part of Ianto's brain was analysing how wonderful it felt to be pressed against Jack's body compared to how horrible it felt to be so close to John. He barely suppressed his shiver of revulsion; he couldn't let John know he had that power over him.


“I think that’s where you would be wrong, me boy. I have your friends locked down in my brig, pretty Kathy and handsome Ross; I wouldn’t mind taking some pleasure from them or even giving them to my crew. But I know you, Eye-Candy, you're so self-sacrificing that you’ll do whatever I want to keep them safe.” John purred his words as he stroked Ianto’s lower lip with his thumb. “I’m going to put that pretty mouth to use very soon,” and he licked his own lips in anticipation.


Again, Ianto tried not to shudder in disgust and fear. Unfortunately, he knew John was right; he would do whatever it took to keep his friends safe, even if that meant giving himself to John. He bowed his head in defeat.


Satisfied that his point had been made, John reluctantly pulled away from Ianto. “I think you should spend some time with your friends below and think of how much they mean to you and what I will do to them if you defy me!” John growled out menacingly. He grabbed Ianto by the arm and dragged him over to the door. Throwing it open, he tossed Ianto into the hallway where he fell into Adam’s arms.


“Put him with the others; our dear Mr Jones has much to think about.” John stood in the doorway and admired the shape of the Welshman’s buttocks as Ianto walked away from him. Licking his lips again, John adjusted his trousers and went back into his cabin.




Night had begun to fall on the island. Jack had finally woken up and remembered Tosh, and he’d gone stumbling back to find her. Between them they’d been able to make a fire before Jack set about getting piss drunk again. “We’re devils and black sheep and really bad eggs! Drink up me ‘earties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates’ life for me!” Jack, who was very drunk, and Tosh, who was just a wee bit tipsy, sang loudly and out of tune while dancing around the fire.


“I love this song! Really bad eggs!" Jack declared before tripping over his own two feet and falling backwards on to the sandy beach. “Oooph!! When I get the Myfanwy back, I’m gonna teach it to the whole crew, and we’ll sing it all the time!” Even in his drunk state, Jack felt a sharp stab of pain in his chest; he knew that he might never get Ianto or the Myfanwy back from John’s greedy hold.


Tosh saw the flare of desperate pain in Jack’s eyes and she knew he was thinking about her friend. Even though she was still a little angry with him, she felt sorry for him; with a sigh, she tried to lighten his mood. “And you’ll be positively the most fearsome pirate on the New Spanish Main.” She practically cooed the words; the last thing she needed was a crying drunk on her hands. No, she needed to get back to her plan.


Jack grinned drunkenly, his notorious ego beginning to show. “Not just the New Spanish Main, love, the entire ocean. The entire world! Wherever we want to go, we’ll go. That’s what a ship is, you know. It’s not just a keel and hull, a deck and sails. That’s what a ship needs but what ship is, what the Black Myfanwy really is, is freedom! I’m going to show Ianto that freedom and so much more when I get them back!” Jack declared passionately.


Tosh looked into Jack’s eyes and she saw the affection he had for his ship when he talked about the Myfanwy, but more importantly, she could see the deep and abiding love he felt for Ianto blazing from his soul. She was happy for her friend; Ianto deserved to be loved and loved well. ‘Jack better treat him right.' Tosh decided that she liked the Jack Harkness who loved her friend; she hadn’t made up her mind yet about Jack Harkness, the pirate.


Plopping down in the sand next to Jack, Tosh rested her head on his shoulder. “Jack, it must be really terrible for you to be trapped on this island again and I'm sorry you're here.” She shook her head when he offered her his bottle, showing him the one in her hand.


Now while Jack’s heart completely and firmly belonged to a certain Welshman, he wasn’t one to let an opportunity to flirt with a beautiful woman slip though his fingers. Even though nothing could ever come of it, he decided to give it a try anyway.


After taking a quick swig from his bottle, Jack wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Well, yes, but the company is infinitely better than last time. I think the scenery has definitely improved,” and Jack winked at her, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.


“Mr Harkness, I’m not entirely sure that I’ve had enough rum to allow that kind of talk!” Tosh was enraged that Jack would try something with her of all people, especially after the way he acted around Ianto.


A giggling laugh escaped Jack’s lips. “Sorry to inform you, love, neither have I. Besides me heart belongs to Ianto.” Just mentioning his Welshman’s name brought a brief beautiful smile to Jack’s face, but the reality of the situation quickly wiped the smile away.


Satisfied with his response and pleased with his admission about Ianto, Tosh nodded her head. “Good.” She lifted her bottle to her lips and took a slightly bigger-than-lady-like sip. “To freedom!” she toasted with heartfelt enthusiasm.


Jack retrieved his own bottle from where he’d dropped it in the sand and lifted it, clinking it loudly against hers. “To the Black Myfanwy and Ianto Jones!” Perhaps because of the amount of alcohol he’d consumed, or maybe because he was finally becoming a man who listened to and followed his heart, Jack was beginning to see that Ianto was freedom just as much if not more than his Myfanwy was.


Jack gulped down the rest of his bottle while Tosh watched with hawk-like eyes as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he promptly lost consciousness, falling over with a snort and a snore. Smiling Tosh began putting her plan into action.


It was the feeling of the sun on his skin and the smell of something burning that brought Jack back to the land of living. Sniffing the air, he looked around and then his blue eyes shot open and his jaw dropped when he saw the huge bonfire on the beach. Filled with horrified disbelief, he watched as Tosh tossed another barrel of his precious rum on the inferno.


It took a few seconds of watching the flames shoot hundreds of feet high into the sky for his alcohol-soaked brain to process what he was seeing, but when it did he shot to his feet and began running towards the clearly insane woman. “No! Not good! Stop! Not good! What are you doing? You burned all the food, the shade! The rum!” His voice rose as he yelled until it was a shrill scream.


Brushing the dirt off her hands, Tosh put her hands on her hips and glared at Jack defiantly. “Yes, the rum is gone,” she told him point-blankly.


It took Jack a few moments to overcome his shock and then he asked the burning question on his mind, “Why is the rum gone?” He refused to believe he whimpered, although Tosh will always swear that he did. He was Jack Harkness, damn it and he didn’t bloody whimper!


Stifling her giggle at Jack’s whining question, Tosh answered, “One, because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable men into complete scoundrels. Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high and UNIT’s entire fleet out looking for me. Do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won’t see it?” Try as she might, Tosh could not wipe the proud grin from her face.


“But why is the rum gone?” Jack repeated the only thing he could think of to say. He was simply unable to move beyond the fact that there was no alcohol left on the island.


Rolling her eyes, Tosh turned her back on him, took a seat and stared out at the horizon. “Just wait, Captain Harkness. You can give it one hour, maybe two; keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon. Then we can rescue Ianto and the others.” Tosh was secure in her pure confidence that Tommy Brockless was out looking for her at that very moment.


When he found her she was going to reward him by tell Tommy that she would marry him. She’d learned a lot by watching Jack suffer from his uncertain future with Ianto. Tosh was going to make her feelings for him known just in case she never got the chance again.


Fumbling around for a moment, Jack pulled out his gun and pointed it at Tosh; fortunately for him, Tosh didn’t see what he was doing. ‘No, I can’t shoot her; Ianto will never forgive me, and heaven help me I actually like the little spitfire.’


With those thoughts Jack shoved his gun back into his belt and stalked off down the beach, doing what he thought was a pretty good imitation of Tosh. “Must’ve been terrible for you to be trapped her, Jack," he mimicked. “Must’ve been terrible? Well, it bloody is now!” Jack shouted over his shoulder. He stalked a little further along the beach only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw the brilliant white sails of the UNIT ship Valiant in the distance. He stared at it for a few seconds before he finally realised that it was actually heading for them. Shaking his head sadly, he turned back around. “There’ll be no living with her after this.”

Tags: au, fic: pirates of boeshane, pairing: jack/ianto, pairing: tommy/tosh, reel_torchwood
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