"Nice hat." he'd said. And though he knew it was delusional, Will liked to think it was a hint.
And as he kissed Elizabeth, heartbroken but passionately, he dreamt his hand cupped gruff beard instead of smooth porcelain, wit instead of wealth, inducing indecency instead of mundane refinement.
But that was all it could ever be. A dream.
For being a pirate was one thing, but loving one was another. (A male one even worse)