Author's Note:
Hi there! It's Heather and Katie again, with a new account devoted solely to slash. To celebrate a fresh new start, we're proud to present to you...
THE BOOK OF JACK/WILL CRACK FICS!
That's right. Whatever meaningless, slashy, oneshot fictions pop into our head, we'll type out.
This could be very long.
We already have a bunch waiting to be posted, but we plan on spacing them by at least a couple of days.
So, enjoy! Oh, and yes, we are clinically insane. (:
The Book of Jack/Will Crack Fics
Dancing.
The boat sounded like it was under attack.
Scratch that, Will thought as something pounded once again on the boat's deck. It sounded like elephants were stampeding out there.
Will Turner sat up in bed, rubbed his eyes, and yawned. He stretched, cricked his neck, and then stood, tip-toeing silently up the stairs and onto deck.
Where he had to try very, very hard to stifle his laughter.
Captain Jack Sparrow, who should've been at the wheel, was prancing around deck.
No. Make that dancing.
Jack was twirling some invisible partner around the deck, jumping every now and then, and drinking a bottle of rum all the same.
And no matter how much Will tried, he didn't succeed. It took three-or-so seconds before Will burst out into fits of laughter.
Jack froze.
"Who's there?" he asked, spinning around and froze, once again, at the sight of Will as he walked out into view.
"Having fun there, Jack?"
Jack grinned and nodded. "Yeah, quite fun," he admitted, taking a last swig of rum before setting it down to the side and walking up to Will.
Will gulped as Jack stepped closer, and then turned bright red as Jack whispered something in his ear:
"But it'd be twice as fun with a partner."