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FOR THE SAKE OF DIPLOMACY Author: FireValkyrie Disclaimer: If I owned him then I’d be shagging and not writing. Duh. Summary: A one-shot due to evil plot-bunnies of doom. Jack must allow another man, nay, prince, to bestow his affections upon you. Immediate pain of death is the only other option to any objections on Jack’s part. * * * * * He had to allow the prince to court you. There was no question about it. Will Turner and his family would be murdered. Port Royal ransacked. A war against the empire would break out with India. Granted, Jack didn’t give a damn if it did. It just meant more ships to plunder and more loot to steal in the residing chaos. Let the two countries go at it for all he cared. It was you he cared about. All he cared about. He wanted you safe. His family safe. And regardless, Will and his expectant wife were indeed part of Jack’s family after all these years. He couldn’t afford their lives on his loose tongue. The prince would have them killed in a moment should he even voice an objection to the courtship, and should he alert you to what plans were being made right under your noise, the prince vowed to have you killed as well. If he couldn’t have you then no man would, and the crown prince of India was used to getting his way, married, single, legal, or not, come pain or death, you’d be his. It was in this that the night after the brutal arrangement the Indian prince was received in Governor Turner’s parlor, Will being the freshly appointed sovereign of Port Royal after the retiring of ex-Governor Swann. Having been seen by the Indian prince in the marketplace of Port Royal on what would prove a most un-routine shopping trip with Jack, your dearest love had been approached for the selling of you to he for wife. Your look was so new, so fresh, so exotic and unlike anyone he’d ever seen before, the prince had to have you as both trophy and wife. Jack’s refusal had been met with unexpected violence in which he was outnumbered by trained muscle. He had given his all to fight and return to you, but he had suffered tragically in the process. Being held against his will for a half-night, he was threatened with said chaos should he interfere with the courting of you by the prince. It would have been a lot easier for the prince to just kill him then and there in his midst, but for Jack’s lack of cooperation, he would be allowed to live and sufferingly watch his lady love slowly be won and taken by his highness. Any action against it would result in immediate death, plural or otherwise. It was against Jack’s nature to easily receive threats, but this one was not empty, and his failure to comply in the prince’s plans would spell disaster for all. It killed him the night he’d returned home to you, tears streaming down your worried face from his sudden disappearance earlier. He had to explain the bloodied mess that was himself and lie that he’d been in a bar fight just a little too drunk for his own good. That killed him the most. As much as he loved his rum, never would he abandon you for a sudden bout of drinking. Oh how he’d wanted to up and leave with you that very night. But Jack was not stupid, and he knew that the Pearl was being watched, his home being watched, his friends being watched, and most importantly, his wife being watched by consuls of the Indian prince. Not to say it was impossible for him to take you and leave whenever he wanted, but he knew these men by reputation to be true to their word. He knew that if he took you and sailed away from Port Royal, the next time he docked there he’d find the Turner family dead and nothing left cognizant of the English port city. That was why he was leaning against the mantle doing nothing, complacently watching with burning eyes as the prince’s hand touches yours for a moment too long in greeting. He wanted to jump on the man and tear out his throat like a ravenous dog for touching you. But Jack was no fool. He was a prudent man, and as he loathingly allowed the prince’s lips to caress the skin of your hand in a decidedly salacious manner, he made plans to otherwise destroy that man before him and gain retribution for previous transgressions and present wrongdoings. THE END * * * * * |