AN: First- for about the third time today- I do not own them, it or anything pertaining to the film Pirates of the Caribbean, all I own is the story ok?

Second S-L-A-S-H!!!! so do not read it if you don't approve of it, and please, please, please don't flame me just because the idea of two guys kissing does not make me throw up!

Third, please review (as long as it isn't something about how Slash is an insult to decency etc)…

Fourth, thank you Willow for betaing yet again. I couldn't have done this without you, after all it was you that dragged me to the cinema and pointed out all the moments with our favourite pairing!

Owning

Bootstrap once told me something, something I've always remembered. 'We don't own the things we love- they own us.' At least, I think that's what he said, we were both a bit drunk at the time. His voice was slurred, and so was my hearing. He could have said just about anything. Rum'll do that to a man.

I think he was talking about his wife at the time. It seems strange to think that I now use the words to apply to his son.

There are only three things that I have ever and will ever love, other than myself of course: the ocean, the Pearl and Will.

The ocean has always owned me. I doubt I could stay away from it for long. When I'm aboard ship I love to watch it, waves rippling over the calms. I love to watch a storm turning it to a death trap for the unwary; I love to feel the spray hit my face. It owns me- body, heart and soul, as it does all pirates. I wouldn't be Captain Jack Sparrow without it. And that is something I most definitely am.

The Pearl owns me. I don't feel whole unless I'm on it, hearing those tell tale sounds that belong to it alone. I feel lost without being able to feel the smooth wood beneath my fingers, worn by years and salt water. It owns me so that when I no longer have it, I hunt it down and take it back.

And then there's Will, who's lying peacefully at my side right now, one hand curled possessively round my wrist. He owns me, possibly more completely than the ocean or the Pearl. He can change my mood with a glance. Will can make me either outrageously angry or ecstatically happy, and he takes pleasure in doing both. He plays with me, teasing and laughing, but I know he'll never leave me, and in turn, I could never leave him. I did it once and it broke my heart, do it again and it might break my soul, which is still intact, whatever the rumours might say.

But then again, he loves me too, so maybe, at the same time as he owns me, I own him. Perhaps he feels the same way, the same longing and the same itch of not being complete without me.

I smile to myself as I realise what his father meant- we own each other. If we didn't our partnership wouldn't work, neither personally nor professionally.

Most people only see me as a mad and drunken pirate, but I understand a lot more than I let on, a lot more than they suppose, and this- this is one of the things I'm glad I do understand.

But my musings are cut short as I catch sight of a pair of huge brown eyes calling me out of my mind and back to the warm body next to mine. I lean down to kiss him, wondering if he knows that he owns the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. But as he pulls me down, even that thought leaves my mind.

Come to think of it, isn't just Rum that leaves a man inca… cp… apal…incapable to keep a hold of his thoughts.