Tittle: One Man's Curse, Another's Blessing

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance, Action, Adventure, General, Humor

Pairing: Jack/Will, hints at past Will/Elizabeth

Summary: Jack finds a cursed ring and gives it to Will. What they don't know is the effects it will have on Will until he starts throwing up at strange hours in the morning.

Warning: Slash, MPreg, hormonally-imbalanced Will

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Prelude

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She was angry. She was beyond angry, somewhere between furious and I'm-going-to-explode-I'm-so-angry.

Because he was leaving her.

Perhaps she wouldn't have been so angry if he was just leaving her for a pirate. She could have gotten over that in time. The

pain would still be there but she would be over it, and him. But he wasn't just leaving her for a pirate. He was leaving her for a

male pirate.

He was leaving her and the unborn child in her belly, for a dirty, looting, mangy, drunken, male pirate.

She was beyond I'm-going-to-explode-I'm-so-angry.

She snuck out of the room they used to share and into the one he was using "Just until morning." He and his lover. Thankfully

the room was empty with both gone to the nearest bar. She opened the top drawer in his chiffonnier and took out a small black

velvet pouch. She opened the drawstrings; a band of gold tumbled into her awaiting palm. She sneered at it.

The ring belongs to His father's father. It could be considered plain and gold, save for the gem imbedded into the band: a black

and silver opal. She took a small jar out of her robe's pocket, unscrewed the lid, and dropped the ring in. The liquid inside

hissed and frothed, turning first black then blood red, then seeping into the ring and disappearing completely. She smirked in

triumph and replaced the ring, glowing slightly with a black light, into the pouch, and the pouch into the drawer.

The curse would only work once, the witch said. She didn't care. Once was enough.

He would give the ring to his lover, and his lover would wear it. Nine months later he would die. She would rather it be sooner,

but at least the mangy dog would die.

She didn't bother to listen to the witch's complete explanation that if the curse was broken there would be a side effect that

would not result in death. It wasn't as though they would find out how to break the curse, she thought, if indeed it could be

broken. So what did it matter?

She watched in glee as he and his lover left, rubbing her swollen belly filled with a child that wasn't His in the first place. She

was sure they would suffer for her humiliation.

How was she to know that scant minutes before the ring was to be given, their boat was attacked and destroyed, and the ring

sunken to the bottom of the sea for more than three hundred years?

-Please R&R. Will up-date tomorrow