In The Hearts of Men and Pirates (Part 1)

By Vejgeta22

Notes: Smut, Slash, PWP with romantic interludes

Summary: 'The heart of a man, this man, is no longer my own. It belongs to a pirate.' Will gives up all to find the one thing to satisfy his urges, and his heart.

Pairings: Will/Jack

Time Frame: Set after the movie.

Disclaimer: No I don't own it. No I don't own the characters. No, I don't own even the bloody costumes. I just own the scenario, the DVD, and a bottle of rum... which I'm drinking now...

Chapter One: A Vicious Drinking Cycle

'Elizabeth,

I cannot continue on with this... lie I have lived. For too long I have held you down. Now I must set you free. I should have known that we were really not meant to be. I should have told you long ago that the love I once felt for you had begun to smother out, dying like the sun of an ending summer's day. It is time I correct this mistake.

In time, you will see that this is for the best. The Commodore still seeks your hand, which I gladly give away. Though you may still seek mine, it the hand of another which I gladly give it to, as he already holds my heart. For the heart of a man, this man is no longer my own. It belongs to a pirate.

By the time you read this line, I will be sailing out of the harbor. And even if I should never meet the very one my heart cries out for, I shall at least take comfort in knowing that I have released you from the life of lies I condemned you to, for you deserve more, far more that the passing infatuation that I once possessed.

Please forgive me.

Yours Always,

Will

Elizabeth could not believe her eyes. Quickly, she skimmed the letter once more, the true meaning of the words finally sinking in. Will was gone. She walked over the liquor case that contained the all the very expensive drinks, and grabbed a bottle of rum. In a very unlady-like fashion, she removed the cork, tilted the bottle back and took a large swig.

"He's in love with that fucking pirate. Damn you, Captain Jack Sparrow." She took another large swig, letting the burning sensation comfort the pain she felt in her now broken heart.

The last words of the pirate rang in his head. No matter how much he drank, they wouldn't leave. 'Nice hat'. Sure, to the average man, those two words would mean nothing. Will was not an average man, anymore. So those two words meant much more. No matter how much he tried to forget about the savvy captain, Jack Sparrow's face kept creeping back to him. First he just had daydreams while at the forge. A few times he lost swords that he created just by thinking of what the captain was doing. The daydreams became worse, and after reaching the point of now losing two swords per day, Mr. Brown gave the young man a vacation – with no pay of course – as he could not afford the loss of metal.

"An' don' ye com back 'till yer ready to work... yer bastard!!", he shouted after Will's now retreating back.

As time continued, he worked around the house, doing whatever he could to keep the Captain off his mind. But the daydreams got even worse, and Will finally took to the bottle to keep his nerves straight. The servants at first pitied him, but even their nerves wore thin of him. He was in a foul mood from dawn until dusk now, and would go for days with no sleep. For Jack had even invaded there, too. Things got to the bitter boiling point when in the heat of a not-so-passionate sex session - considering they didn't make love anymore – Will called out Jack's name. The next night, he slept in the guest room, too afraid to even come near his wife.

'What the fuck is wrong with me? I'm... in love with him... But why him?'

His anger got the best of him, and he broke a few items in the room, including a vase that was worth far more than he made in one year. He decided that he had to leave. He had to find Jack. He made all the arrangements in town the next day, and by night fall, he was on a merchant ship, headed to Tortuga.

(Two weeks have gone by.)

Jack sat in Tortuga in a bar called 'The Galleyway', in a right state of drunkenness. Those two years had not been kind to him. After leaving Port Royal, he started on the next adventure, pilfering and pillaging random merchant ships that they came across. Although he was not a bloodthirsty brute, he found himself becoming more and more aggressive towards the captains of the ships they plundered. The crew had never seen him behave in this manor, but all were wise enough not to comment on the fact that their captain seemed to be losing it. Or losing what marbles he had left. Only Anamarie knew what was wrong, and there was not a day she let him live it down.

"Yer a fool. A bigger one than I thought you to be, anyway," she said that morning.

"Wench, leave me be! I am in no mood for another one of yer scoldings," he said. He had a massive headache, and wanted nothing more than sleep.

"Yer scarin' the crew with yer mad actin. Yer torturin' yerself over Will and takin' it out on every soul you see, includin' the crew. Don't think I don't know what problem is."

"Wench, I said leave me be, before I..." He didn't get a chance to say anything after that, because Anamarie slapped him. "Come off it, Jack!! Yer still in love with that boy, and it's yer own fault fer leavin' him be. You have to make a choice. I'll be up on deck."

Jack replayed her words. He knew she was right, but Will wouldn't want him. He was just what Will called him – a pirate. 'Couldn't be much of nothin' else. But, yer right, wench. I need to make a choice.' Picking up his hat, and dropping a few shillings on the bar, he made his way out the bar. Or tried to, because as soon as he got up, he fell down, flat on his face. The patrons in the bar took no notice, as this was usual behavior of all that entered. Jack laid there for a moment and slowly got up. Swaying and slightly off balance, he walked out the bar towards the pier where 'The Black Pearl' was docked. By the time he got there, he decided that he would return to Port Harbor, and he wasn't leaving without his Will. He decided that he liked that. His Will.

About the same time, 'The Sundancer' docked. There had been plenty of rum on board, and since Will had given the merchant more money than entirely necessary, they kept him swimming in booze.

"S'no fun drinkin' alone, boy. Have a bottle," said the captain.

Will agreed, and quickly accepted the bottle. It had been two days since they'd left Port Harbor, and the dreams of Jack were becoming more and more intense. It was all that he could do to keep reality separate from those very dreams. That was almost two weeks ago.

"Tortuga ahead, mates!! Tortuga ahead!!" shouted the lookout in the crow's nest.

"Boy, we be pullin in the harbor, soon. Best get prepared,"said the captain.

Will gathered the few items that he'd brought along. His most prized possession, a silver trinket that he took from Jack's hair during their second night on the Interceptor. The night he knew that there was more to the captain than he let on. The night that he grew hard for the first time, watching Jack sleep. The night he knew...

"All ashore that's goin' ashore!!" the first mate cried out.

As he climbed down the ladder, Will wondered if Tortuga had changed much. He wondered if Giselle was still around, or had some mad pirate carried her off.

'Right. That would only happen if getting slapped was a turn on.'

He laughed to himself. As he climbed into the boat, it suddenly hit him that he had not bathed in two weeks. He was reeking with the stench of rotting water, rum and sweat, with an underlying aroma of metal that he could never get to leave his pores. He made up his mind that upon docking, he was going to seek out a hot bath, a drink, and Giselle.

'That might be a dead end, but she's the only one I know here,' he thought.

The ship docked, and Will walked ashore, taking in the size of the harbor once more. He had forgotten just how big this section of the island was. After thanking the captain, he walked up the docks to the town, wanting nothing more than a hot bath, a warm bed, and Jack.