Author's note: This is my first finished LotR fic...aren't you proud? Read and review please...flames accepted willingly.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did, I would have Captain jack Sparrow dressed in black leather, chained to my bed.
So , without further ado, I present (drum roll, please)...
Something to hold on to
The moon was bright over the darkened waves of the bay. Will, turning in the bed mussed and sticky from lovemaking, stood and made his way onto the balcony. Scanning the horizon he caught no sight of sails, white or black. Jack was gone. There was no escaping the fact-and no accepting it.
It wasn't fair to Elizabeth, he knew. She deserved someone wholly hers-not a man constantly watching the horizon for one particular ship, a man who would leave her side in an instant if a pirate with laughing, dark eyes so much as beckoned. Not, Will thought without bitterness, that there was much change of that. Jack would not return to Port Royal-Will would never again leave it. He owed Elizabeth that much, and he could give her a loyal and attentive husband...even though it was Jack's dark head he wanted lying across his chest in the night, Jack's roughened hands he wanted touching him, Jack's name he had to stop himself from crying out as he made love to Elizabeth. Jack was gone. Pirate, he pictured his lover saying with that roguish, unapologetic shrug.
It had happened accidentally, on a tiny spit of an island off the coast of Tortuga. They had both been very drunk, Will recalled with a smile, when...
...Jack, stumbling towards the bonfire, had tripped over Will's leg and fallen on him.
"Bloody trip me, will you?" Jack had growled before pouncing. They wrestled playfully, rolling over until sand coated their sweaty backs-Will wondered through a haze of rum where their shirts had gotten to. Then, unexpectedly, Jack had kissed him. Will savored the velvety, hot taste of the pirate's mouth, and didn't protest when Jack tugged at his belt buckle.
Will reached up to the leather thong around his neck, running his fingers over the ring it threaded through. He slid his thumb over the worn emerald set in it. Jack had palmed the ring to him before his last miraculous escape-Will looked down, blinking against the sudden sting of tears. That was the last time he would ever see Captain Jack Sparrow. There was no getting around it. The last words they had ever spoken had been casual, almost impersonal...not that it mattered. Jack had said, "Will...nice hat," and Will knew that that pause was the sound of jack forcing the words "I love you" back down his throat, but Will heard them. It was enough to carry him on through the intervening months, enough to propel him through the rest of his life.
The moon was setting over the still Caribbean waters. No sails, black or white, were visible on the horizon.
But Will Turner saw them anyway.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did, I would have Captain jack Sparrow dressed in black leather, chained to my bed.
So , without further ado, I present (drum roll, please)...
Something to hold on to
The moon was bright over the darkened waves of the bay. Will, turning in the bed mussed and sticky from lovemaking, stood and made his way onto the balcony. Scanning the horizon he caught no sight of sails, white or black. Jack was gone. There was no escaping the fact-and no accepting it.
It wasn't fair to Elizabeth, he knew. She deserved someone wholly hers-not a man constantly watching the horizon for one particular ship, a man who would leave her side in an instant if a pirate with laughing, dark eyes so much as beckoned. Not, Will thought without bitterness, that there was much change of that. Jack would not return to Port Royal-Will would never again leave it. He owed Elizabeth that much, and he could give her a loyal and attentive husband...even though it was Jack's dark head he wanted lying across his chest in the night, Jack's roughened hands he wanted touching him, Jack's name he had to stop himself from crying out as he made love to Elizabeth. Jack was gone. Pirate, he pictured his lover saying with that roguish, unapologetic shrug.
It had happened accidentally, on a tiny spit of an island off the coast of Tortuga. They had both been very drunk, Will recalled with a smile, when...
...Jack, stumbling towards the bonfire, had tripped over Will's leg and fallen on him.
"Bloody trip me, will you?" Jack had growled before pouncing. They wrestled playfully, rolling over until sand coated their sweaty backs-Will wondered through a haze of rum where their shirts had gotten to. Then, unexpectedly, Jack had kissed him. Will savored the velvety, hot taste of the pirate's mouth, and didn't protest when Jack tugged at his belt buckle.
Will reached up to the leather thong around his neck, running his fingers over the ring it threaded through. He slid his thumb over the worn emerald set in it. Jack had palmed the ring to him before his last miraculous escape-Will looked down, blinking against the sudden sting of tears. That was the last time he would ever see Captain Jack Sparrow. There was no getting around it. The last words they had ever spoken had been casual, almost impersonal...not that it mattered. Jack had said, "Will...nice hat," and Will knew that that pause was the sound of jack forcing the words "I love you" back down his throat, but Will heard them. It was enough to carry him on through the intervening months, enough to propel him through the rest of his life.
The moon was setting over the still Caribbean waters. No sails, black or white, were visible on the horizon.
But Will Turner saw them anyway.