Ah, my love of pirates, I shall always return to thee. Thanks so much from ouri of ai eff eff dot net and livejournal for requesting this particular drabble. Mwahahaha!

Pirates of the Caribbean not mine, etcetera and so on.


Request – Jack Sparrow/Will Turner, "Leather"

:D

"This isn't fair," Will said, and strained against his bonds.

"Never said anythin' about bein' fair," the older man purred. "I'm a pirate, not a Catholic."

"Jack." William took a breath and composed himself. Logic rarely ever worked with the pirate captain, unless it was twisted, nonsensical logic, but Will hadn't really learned that lesson yet. "I'm sorry about your hat. Truly. I didn't mean to - "

"Sorry?" Jack spun around with a flutter of his hands, the beads in his nappy hair clattering together in protest. "He says he's sorry! Does he know just 'ow long I had that hat? No. Does he know to what lengths I've gone to t'make sure it returned to its rightful owner? No. Has he ever had a hat as faithful and loyal as me own hat was? No."

"I had a hat - "

"It was made of felt, not leather. An' it had a feather innit! D'y'know what kind 'o hat has feathers innit? Dandys, that's what! And a dandy'll never be faithful to ye, mark me words!"

Will tried again. "I'm truly sorry, Jack, really. From the bottom of my heart, I am. I deserve this punishment." Not really, but whatever kept Jack from devising new methods of torture, right? "But could I just - "

"No."

"It's just a small reque - "

"Nuh-uh."

"For the love of God, Jack!"

"I can't heaaar you."

Really, Will thought. They were only a few hours out from Tortuga. Surely they would find a leather-worker in the pirate haven who could make Jack a new hat (leather, not felt). Being tied to the mizzenmast until the Black Pearl made anchor wasn't so bad.

Annamaria leered at him from where she was manning the helm.

Will groaned and closed his eyes. Couldn't Jack at least give him back his pants?