Getting Shackled

A/N: This is my first POTC fic, I've recently become a bit obsessed with it. This is a oneshot, but if you like it, I may consider writing more.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the computer on which I am writing.

Will's POV

William Turner was nervous, for today was the day before his wedding with Elizabeth. Jack had shown up the previous week, blathering some ridiculous nonsense about his love of weddings. A few hours earlier, Jack had barged into Will's simple abode at the smithy and dragged him out of bed. 'Tis yer last day as a single whelp!!' he offered at Will's questioning glare at being woken up.

"Why did I invite Jack to the wedding again?" Will groaned to himself as he sat at a bar with Jack.

"'cause dear William, otherwise you would 'ave been holed up in yer smithy with not even a drop o' rum!"

"No I think it was because Elizabeth wanted you there."

"Bowing down to the woman already, eh whelp?" Will simply groaned in reply. He loved Elizabeth, but she was the most stubborn woman he had ever met. Granted, he was stubborn himself, but all it took was a pout from those full lips of hers and she could have anything she wanted. The fact that he had managed to convince her to wait to have sex until their wedding night was a miracle in itself. 'I may not have been raised in proper society, but I have a sense of propriety, which reminds me...'

"Jack?"

"Yes?"

"How do you...um...what I mean is, how do you...do...?" Will sputtered, his face as red as a tomato.

"Well spit it out boy!" Jack shouted, clapping Will on the back. Will sighed and took a long swig of rum.

"Howdoyoupleasureawoman?" he said as fast as he could, mentally shuddering at the cat-like grin that appeared on Jack's face.

"Ahh, wedding night jitters, eh? Well not to worry, ol' Jack 'ere 'appens to be the most knowledgeable man in the entire ocean, on tha' particular subject. So first you be needin' some rum, lots o' it. Get 'er nice an' drunk."

"JACK! This is my future wife, not some harlot!" Will said, his face turning a deeper shade of red, if possible.

"Fine, if you don' be wantin' my help, then you won' get it!"

"I'm sorry Jack, I just, Elizabeth is a virgin...I don't want to hurt her."

"Ah. So tha' is the issue. Well, can't help you there. Never 'ad a virgin meself. Messy buisiness." he said, his face scrunching up in disgust.

"Gee thanks Jack."

"No problem ya bloody eunuch."

"Dammit Jack! I'm not a eunuch."

"Well, after 'morrow night, I'll just 'ave to ask Lizzy for meself, savvy?"

"Fine."

"Here, drink more rum! Be merry, for tomorrow you shall be shackled and lead a funless life!" Will just took the offered rum without argument, figuring a hangover on his wedding day was better than dealing with Jack sober.

So that's it! Please review!!