Disclaimer: I don't have a lawyer, I don't have a penny, I don't have a pirate.
Dedication: to Hi-chan for that great opening and to Maddie, for putting those beautiful fingers to a good use. Love ya gals.
Summary: Jack finds out that, after all, Will is not a blacksmith, nor a pirate, but what does he care when he already knows the lad's darkest secret
Paint your name
The sea had a will of his own, he was sure of that. Maybe plotting against him, were the wind and the stars. Maybe his charts and crew too. He didn't know. What he did know was that he was back to the port where he was sure everything started and, who knows, ended.
Port Royale
The blanket of the night allowed him to walk to the palm trees and buildings scattered about the land. Dogs slept gathered in black corners. The windows screamed of resting workmen and forgotten purses. He sighed, trying to silence their call.
His final destination loomed into his view. A furtive smile appeared on his lips. The dirty wooden door looked like an open mouth in the darkness. After the briefest pause, he approached it.
The forge was deserted, the hammer slept lazily on the anvil. The swords, quiet soldiers, watched him as he made his way to the backroom.
Light of candles of candles escaping through the door planks betrayed the resident's night activities. He smirked at the possibilities.
Long fingers pushed lightly at the timber, just enough to let an eye regard the scene going on inside. He almost burst out laughing.
What appeared to be a canvas was resting on a chair, leaning against the back. A slender figure was hunching over it, brush in hand. Concentration carved the youth's features, a red cloth over his forehead and tied at his nape kept his hair from his face and a tip of a pink tongue tensed between parted lips.
The pirate, still surprised tried the door a little wider. The boy seemed not to notice the movement so he dared to pass through it and stood behind him. Nothing,
The brush finally reached down to the canvas and spread a black line along a yellow blur. The captain almost gasped at the sight of it. The lad was painting, that was enough to amaze anyone, true, but what he was painting was what got him. The lad was painting a ship, a black sailed ship.
"Missed me, luv?"
The dark color crossed the fabric in a jerked line. A satisfied smirk illuminated the pirate's face when the form in front of him lifted itself at least a foot above the ground and a very unmanly squeal left the boy's lips.
"Jack!! What on earth? You scared the life…" he turned from the amused pirate to the chair. Another squeal broke the air. "My canvas, my painting, you git! That was my last one!" he dropped his head "and I had to steal it"
"Pirating for art, are we? Now, that's poetic."
"I did not pirate it, I, I borrowed it" the young blacksmith argued
"Where have I heard that before?" Will scowled "there, mate, stealing doesn't sound very citizen-like to me"
"Shut up" Will closed the distance between them, crushed Jack's lips with his and entwined his fingers in the pirate's hair. Jack smiled against his lips "I thought you'd never come back"
"I wasn't boy, mistress threw me here" the captain moved the canvas to the floor and sat on the chair "thought you were Mr. Elizabeth by now, has been the best part of a year"
"She's Mrs. Norrington now" at this point Will blushed furiously "she asked me to become her, her lover"
"Best piracy of all, luv, and, are you?"
Will turned a deeper shade of red. "No, no I, it's wrong"
"Blast mate, if I didn't know better I would say yer keeping your virtue" he shook his head disapprovingly "that would be a low one to the good Commodore"
"I have no reason to act against his person" Will said sitting on his cot.
"I was gonna ask you to come and plunder with me, but I see you're too much of a law man" he stood up and walked to the door "and it looks like you've already done it, mate" he pointed to the discarded canvas.
"Jack, wait!"
"Yes, mate?"
"I Will"
The pirate blinked "I Jack"
The boy sighed exasperated "I'll do that"
Jack lifted one dark eyebrow "You don't have to bed her just because I said it; you know that, don't you?"
"No, yes, I mean. I'll go with you" Will frowned at himself.
"All settled then" The pirate went to the bed and started to undress.
"Wha…? What are you doing?"
"I'm going to bed, care to join me?" The older man smiled innocently, not stopping his activity. Will blushed furiously, but sat beside him.
"Thought you were going"
"Just checking how far you let me go"
"Bastard" Smiled the youth leaning to kiss the other man
"Aye"
"So, when do we leave?"
"Before dawn" answered Jack finally touching Will's mouth before moving to unlace the boy's shirt. He removed the garment and threw it aside. It landed on the still fresh canvas.
"You're paying for that canvas, pirate"
"Whatever luv" said Jack before knocking the candles to the ground and burying the room into darkness.
Tbc…