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Summary: Will gets a sunburn. He's with Jack's crew, as for Elizabeth, she's elsewhere.
Dedication: To Mclean, as usual.
A/N: Reviewers are worshipped. I found a typo and I went berserk. But now it's fixed.
Title: Sunned
"Aye, William, take off your shirt and work on deck all day during the hottest weather ever, why don't you? It's not like it's your first time out sailing with a pirate crew, or that you're not USED TO work under the sun, or that your skin is white as milk, is it?. Joseph W. Turner, you're an idiot".
Will groaned, wondering idly when had Jack learned his first name. He buried his face in a pillow, trying not to be startled when he felt a hand on his burning back.
That day had started as any other. Will had risen early to work in whatever task the crew sent him to. Before midday he got rid of his shirt. He had been the only person wearing one anyway. Not 10 minutes after he had it neatly folded, the captain's voice reached his ears.
"Oi! Lad, get that back on" Will could 'hear' his smirk "not that I mind the view".
The boy ignored him, and by the time the sun had set he was walking very straight and avoiding all sort of contact to his back. He had thought no one would notice. As usual, he had been mistaken. He made his way to his quarters quietly, trying not to be seen. When he crossed the door he was met by a sound pat on the back courtesy of Jack Sparrow. Will almost cried out. He let his body fall on his cot and closed his eyes.
Jack's fingers moved across his back, as if drawing a map. Under other circumstances, it would've felt great, or so Will thought.
"Jack" he called. Jack's answer was a very light pat that made him wince.
"What was that boy?"
"Jack... Captain! Would you stop?!" To William's surprise, the hand retreated.
"Now son, we can't have you here until that pretty skin of yours fixes itself" He produced a small bottle, seemingly out of thin air.
"What is that?" Soon he'd regret having asked.
"This is a... well, a lotion of mine. Usually used for other purposes" The captain clapped once "Well then, this will hurt". It took Will a few seconds to fully understand Jack's words, and when the meaning sank in, he jumped away in something that could've been panic.
"You're not using that on me!" he said a bit hysterically.
The captain seemed amused.
"I take it you have a better idea, let's hear it" After it was obvious that Will wasn't going to speak, Jack approached him very slowly, as one would approach a wild wounded animal, trying his best not to chuckle.
"Will, boy, why don't you save both of us time and get back here?" with the last word he grabbed Will's forearm and pulled him towards the bed, then pinned him down in a playful fashion.
"Sparrow, you bastard!"
"That's no way to address yer captain, boy"
"Captain, you bastard!" corrected Will, glaring. Jack grinned.
"That be better" He quickly spread the lotion on the young pirate's back, ignoring the boy's swearing. "Now you stay here, all nice and quiet like".
"Bloody hell, Jack, It burns you bloody wa..."
"No swearing on my ship man!" Jack looked at him, his face serious "Do you kiss your captain with that mouth, boy?" Will rolled over, shocked at the seriousness of Jack's voice, then at his words.
"What? I don't kiss my ca..." His words were interrupted by said captain's lips crushing against his.
"Captain?"
"Yes, William?"
"Perhaps I ought to get burned more often"
A/N: For further information on where did Will's name come from, read Mclean's story "Paint your name".