Poor Sevvie and Harry are being abandoned! I'm sorry pplz who like that story! lolz. I'm only playing, of course. I'm sure this Pirate slashyness is just a passing fancy! I am already working up a new chapter for Unexpected Grace. So don't fret, my lovelies! Anyway! On we trot! No time to loose! We must now kill off Elizabeth! This IS going to be Jack/Will, btw! It might just be long in coming!
WARNING: HUGE SPOILERS FOR PIRATES 2 AHEAD! YE BE WARNED! AND SLASH! LOTS OF YUMMY male on male action! If ye be squeamish, I suggest you leave now!
Disclaimer: If I owned them, Elizabeth would be DEAD, Norrington would be a pirate, and Jack and Will would be completely smitten with one-another.
It was night time, and naught two days after they had set sail with Captain Barbossa on The Dreaming Hangman, a ship that Will knew virtually nothing about, with blood red sails and a speed that could nearly match the Pearl's.
It had taken a mighty long time for Will to pluck up the courage to confront Elizabeth about the kiss before Jack went down with The Pearl, and when he did, it did not end well.
Thankfully, most of the crew was asleep, except for Gibbs who decided to mind his own on the other side of the ship. 30 minutes and much screaming, and a bright red handprint on his cheek later, Elizabeth stormed off to her quarters (being the only female, she had her own small cabin), and left Will standing on deck rubbing his cheek and staring down at the pitch-black waters of the Caribbean.
"Well, that didn't go TOO badly..." Will said sarcastically to himself.
"I beg to differ, young Mr. Turner." Came the unmistakable voice of Captain Barbossa from behind him, and it was all Will could do not to jump 5 feet in the air.
"Sir!" Will spun around and stared at the newly reincarnated captain in shock. Had he heard the whole thing?
"Don't fret, Mr. Turner. These old eyes have seen many a rows, and been in the middle of most of them!" Barbossa laughed slightly and came up beside Will, leaning on the railing and staring out at the open waters.
Will turned around and leaned on the railing again, slightly stiff, still not being completely comfortable next to the man who had tried to murder him on more than one occasion.
"So. Miss Swann as become infatuated with Jack, has she?" Barbossa said, his voice taking on a casual ease that Will had never heard there before.
"Yes..." Will mumbled, for lack of anything better to say.
"She's not the first, lad. She'll get over it quickly enough. Jack has a way of...putting a spell over most ladies. And a mighty lot of men as well. They all snap out of it eventually, though." Barbossa said and Will couldn't help but get the feeling that this wasn't exactly what Barbossa was trying to get at.
"I know." He answered anyway.
"Ye do, do ye? So why are ye so upset? Is it because she kissed him? Or is it because HE kissed her?" Barbossa asked and Will nearly choked.
"Sir?" He asked, hoping Barbossa wasn't getting at what he thought he was.
"Ah, young Mr. Turner. I can see it in yer eyes. It is not Miss Swann you're upset with. It's Jack. You, like so many before you, have been fooled by Jack's graceful eloquence, daring, and charm." Barbossa said and Will's suspicions were confirmed. "Ah, don't worry Turner. We be pirates. We don't judge by what sex ye prefer. You're safe. But I'm afraid that you're running a fools errand. Ye won't capture Jack's heart, any more than Miss Swann will."
"Why?" Will choked, seeing no reason to deny it any longer. The quiver in his body and the look in his eyes said it all.
"Because, Jack is like the sea. Untamable. He blows wherever the wind takes him. He's not one to settle down, and I don't think the word "love" is anywhere in his vocabulary. He's a free spirit, Jack is. Following the wind and tide, never staying put longer 'n is necessary." Barbossa had almost a wistful look on his face through this little speech, almost as if he wished he could have that type of freedom. Or maybe tame it. Will didn't know.
"I understand..." Will said, bowing his head.
Barbossa clapped him on the shoulder and gave a hearty laugh. "C'mon lad! Ye need a stiff drink!" And with that, he led Will down to his quarters where they shared a bottle of the Caribbean's finest rum.
Will wondered briefly if maybe he had been stabbed in the head. He opened his eyes and the quickly closed them again.
No. Definitely not. He'd be dead. By the spinning of his head and the throb in his brain, he was definitely not dead. Unfortunately. Probably shouldn't have had so much to drink last night.
How DID he get here? He remembered being in Captain Barbossa's quarters, then he woke up and was back in the crew's cabin. Alone. Where was everyone?
Shite! He'd over slepped!
Will jumped up quickly and threw on his boots, neglecting a shirt, and dashing up on deck, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing and the spinning.
He REALLY could not hold his rum.
Dashing about in the scorching sunlight, he began to do the best he could in helping the crew with the ship. It WAS difficult, however, seeing as his vision kept swimming, his head was still throbbing, and he new shite about running a ship.
"MR. TURNER!" Will heard his name barked and flinched. Oops. "Report to the helm at once!"
Will stumbled to the helm of the ship groggily, his vision going more black than swimming.
"WHAT do ye think yer doin' up here in this condition? You'll be the death of me crew yet! Report to my quarters IMMIDIATELY!" Barbossa snapped and Will all but ran to the Captain's Quarters, where he stood outside the door until Barbossa came and unlocked it (ye can NEVER trust a pirate!), nearly shoving Will inside and shutting the door behind them.
"Wha's in yer head boy? Ye can't be runnin about a ship, not knowing what you're doin, and havin a hefty hangover at that!" Barbossa snapped, rummaging around in his many compartments, clinking bottles and rustling papers.
A bottle was shoved under Will's nose and he was nearly sick at the smell. Somewhere between week-old vomit and year-old eggs.
"Drink it. The gypsy gave it to me. It will help." Barbossa said in a much kinder voice than Will would have ever thought possible.
Not thinking properly, Will took a deep swig of the contents and thought he might heave it all back up and over the floor. Thankfully, nothing of the sort transpired.
Barbossa took the bottle from him and hid it somewhere in the back of a cupboard.
It was a peculiar sensation. It felt as if fire were winding its way through his veins and into his brain, then cooling to the point of freezing. But before Will could explore the sensations more, the feelings were gone, along with his blurred vision, throbbing head, and foggy mind.
Will relaxed for the first time in the man's presence and sighed, slouching in the chair he was currently occupying. "Thank you." He said, closing his eyes and sighing once again in relief.
"Ye feeling better?" Barbossa asked and Will's eyes snapped open. WHY was the man being so nice? Will had expected hatred and coldness, not this warm, almost-caring person who was kneeling in front of him.
Will nodded deftly and Barbossa stood up, smiling kindly.
All of a sudden, the larger man's demeanor changed entirely and he was back to stern and uncaring. "Then what are ye still sittin around here for?" He barked, his voice booming in Will's head, making Will jump about a foot off his chair. "On deck ye scallywag! Move!"
Will hopped too as fast as humanly possible and scampered on deck. Barbossa laughed heartily when the boy was out of site. "Ye've lots ter learn, young Mr. Turner. Lots ter learn indeed." He mumbled, locking his cabin doors and following Will up top. It was going to be a long day.
Over the next two weeks, Will learned many things. He learned how a ship ran, and how to work her. He learned how to tie all sorts of knots, and how to secure the sails, and how to keep his footing while winding his way through the sails and ropes above deck.
He also learned much about the crew. They helped out with his teachings, and they helped him to learn to handle his Rum better, how to drink it so he didn't get quite-so-drunk, quite-so-fast. The crew seemed to like him, and took his ignorance in sailing, drinking, and pirating rather well. For this he was extremely grateful.
But most of his lessons came from Barbossa himself. He would take 9 hours out of every day to teach Will all he could about navigating, and pirating, and other such things. Will learned that Barbossa wasn't as bad as he first thought. He was stern, true enough. He liked his ship to be run an exact way, and only that way. He didn't tolerate mistakes from anyone but Will, seeing as Will was the only one not to know how to sail properly. And even with Will, his tolerance only went so far.
But he was a good man. He was fair to everyone, and he seemed to have everyone's best interests at heart. He had his kind moments, and understood Will to a point that was almost frightening. He rewarded Will for his fast learning (and make no mistake, Will was a VERY fast learner.) by treating him to a nice glass of rum, or maybe just sitting up on deck with him while the crew slept, telling him tales of his adventures aboard The Pearl. He never once questioned Will about Jack, and Will would be forever grateful towards him for that. Will seemed to be grateful for a lot of things recently.
Will avoided Elizabeth extremely well. This wasn't that much of a feat, seeing as she NEVER came out of her cabin. Ever. Her meals were brought down to her every morning and every night and left in front of her door. It was all fine with everyone else aboard the ship, however, as Will learned that not many of them favored young Miss Swann.
All-in-all things were going fairly well. Until a night about 3 weeks in, when Will was woken from his nearly-peaceful sleep by Barbossa screaming for all hands to be on deck immediately.
Will scrambled into his boots and shirt, dashing up deck before most of the others had picked themselves up off the floor where they had fallen when awoken.
His heart seemed to stop in his chest when he recognized the ship pursuing them. "Davy Jones." He whispered, all color draining form his face.
"Aye, William. That be Davy Jones, no doubt come to collect you." Barbossa said, staring at the ship along with Will.
Will looked at Barbossa fearfully.
"Don't ye worry, young William. I won't let them have ye. I'd never trade a member of my crew, specially not one as good as you." Barbossa said and Will beamed with pride.
At that moment, the entire crew burst topside, stopping immediately in their tracks and staring in shock and fear at the ship that was quickly approaching.
Barbossa looked around at them all, and stood up straighter. "WELL? WHAT ARE YE ALL WAITING FOR? COME ABOUT! MOVE! I WANT TO SEE SOME MOVEMENT! RUN OUT THE AFT CANNONS!" Barbossa bellowed and everyone sprung into action.
"And so the chase is on." Gibbs mumbled from beside him, and Will grimaced. "Come, Mr. Turner. Let's see what we've taught ye." Gibbs said, and he and Will dashed off to help the crew.
Will felt a hand clasp his shoulder and looked up into the grim face of Captain Barbossa. "I'm afraid, William, that the winds are not with us. We cannot outrun them. We need a new plan."
Will looked thoughtful for a moment, before he set his jaw and stood up tall.
"I'll bargain. We can't give up. We MUST bring Jack back!"
"What do you expect to bargain WITH, Will? Your soul? I can't let you do that. I need you!" Barbossa said, the closest to panic that Will had ever seen him.
Will decided to examine those words more closely later on.
"I know who has his heart. And I know how to get it back. Elizabeth and I are the only living beings that he can get to that know how to get him his heart back." Will said and Barbossa's face brightened.
"Oh William! Ye are a brilliant mind!" He said, laughing excitedly and smacking him on the back.
"AVAST! Run up the white flag and bring in the cannons. Cease all fire! Secure the sails!" Barbossa yelled and everyone stared at him, dumbfounded.
"NOW!"
Everyone began to scamper across the ship, hurrying to obey his orders. He really was a wonderful captain.
It was amazing how fast Davy Jone's ship caught up to them, and how fast each of them was at the point of a sword. Will was knelt on the ground, a pistol to his head, looking down.
He heard the stomp of boots and it wasn't long before he was staring at said boots. He looked up slowly, taking in his shiny black boots, and crisp black pants. And his sun-tanned hands.
Wait-hands? Will's eyes shot back to the end of Davy Jone's arms and, sure enough, attached were two normal, tan human hands. And didn't he have a peg leg before?
Will looked up into the sharp onyx eyes of Davy Jones and was shocked beyond belief to see that Davy Jones was ALMOST human. He still had a few tentacles waving here and there, and his skin was tinted green in the moonlight. But he now had long blonde hair and critter-less clothes. He looked considerably younger as well.
"You have something that belongs to me, Mr. Turner." He hissed and Will was snapped out of his daze.
"No, I don't. But I know how to get it." Will said, smirking.
Davy Jones scowled. "And I don't suppose ye'd be givin it ter me fer free, would ye?"
Will's grin widened. "Of course not! That wouldn't be very pirate-like of me, now would it?" He asked, his eyes glinting.
Jones considered him for a moment, and then said, "And what will ye be wanting in return, young Turner? I suppose you want Jack Sparrow back." He said, and it wasn't really a question.
"I want you not to harm Barbossa, OR his crew. The ship is to be left un-harmed and un-pillaged! And I want my father to go free." Will said sternly, daring him to say no.
"Or, you could just tell me where it is and Miss Swann shall not be harmed." Jones said, putting two fingers into his mouth and whistling.
Two men dragged a thrashing and screaming Elizabeth up from below deck, and Will's eyes widened. She may no longer be his lover, but she was still his friend. Will schooled his features to a mask of indifference. It would not do to have Jones see his weakness.
"If you kill her, I tell you nothing." Will said and Jones' eyes glinted menacingly.
"Fine." Jones boomed, grabbing a pistol out of his belt and shoving it into Will's temple. "Tell me, or I kill YOU."
Will heard a scuffling behind him and saw Jones' eyes flicker towards the commotion. Will knew that it was probably one of the crew members trying to escape.
A bitter laugh exited Will's lips and he placed the smirk back on his face. "Where do you think that will get you? You kill me; the location of your heart dies with me. And any chances you have of getting it back." Will laughed again and the scuffling behind him stopped.
Davy Jones scoffed and turned his head sharply to the side, lowering his weapon slightly.
"Fine." Jones said, turning back to meet Will's eyes. "I'll leave the crew alone, and your father can go free. In exchange, you have to get me what is mine." He said, obviously trying desperately not to just blow off Will's head anyway.
"And, you have to help us get Jack back." Will said, hoping he didn't sound too desperate.
"That was NOT part of the accord!" Jones seethed.
"We never actually AGREED on anything. So I can change it if I wish. And I want Jack back. If you're not going to help us, at least leave us alone until we get him!" Will said, knowing Jones would agree. He had to agree.
"Fine. I will leave your crew alone until they get their deer Jack back." Jones said and Will recognized the glint in his eyes as one of self-confidence. And sure enough. "But you, Mr. Turner. You come with me and serve on my ship until I get what is mine." He said and Will's heart sank.
"NO!" Came a scream from behind them and Will heard two slices and two thuds. He whipped his head around in time to see Barbossa striding angrily up to them, his sword drawn and dripping blood. "Ye can NOT have him. I will not have it! He stays with me, or ye have NO accord!" Barbossa stomped up to them and laid a hand firmly on Will's shoulder.
Davy Jones seemed to consider this. He knew that he would not get his heart back until Turner got Sparrow back. And he now knew that this man would not retrieve Sparrow unless he had Turner.
"If you want to take anybody, take that woman. Lord on'y knows she en't no help around this 'ere ship! Only eats all our proper food!" Barbossa said, motioning to Elizabeth who stared at him in disbelief. The crew all cheered as best they could, being held down by Jones' men.
"Fine. Me crew could use some entertainment, anyway." he leered and it was his crew's turn to cheer.
"She is not to be harmed!" Will snapped and everyone looked at him. Some disbelieving, some angry, and some just plain shocked. Will looked down, slightly saddened. "I don't think Jack will be too happy if Liz is harmed..." He mumbled.
"Alright, Lad. Me crew shall not harm dear Elizabeth." Jones said and his crew groaned. "Quiet!" He snapped and they all stopped. "Mr. Turner. Ye all are to be left unharmed and I shall leave ye be about my possessions until you have Jack back. Do we have an accord?" He asked, holding out his hand. Will didn't take the proffered hand, however.
"And my father is dropped off at Tortuga, alive, armed, and free of his debt to you." Will said, and Jones' face fell. He was obviously hoping Will had forgotten that part.
"Oh fine!" He barked "Your father will be left alive and armed in Tortuga, free of his debt to me. NOW do we have an accord?" He asked, thrusting out his hand, but Will had one more thing to add.
"Within this week." he said and Jones growled.
"Aye, within this week. Accord?" He asked and felt that if he had to repeat it one more time, he really WOULD blow off the boy's head. Will smiled slightly and took his hand, shaking it firmly.
"Aye, we have an accord." Will said and Jones grinned.
"Alright boys! Take the lass and get back to the Flying Dutchman! Now!" Jones yelped and all his men scampered to their own ship, dragging a kicking and thrashing Elizabeth along with them.
"Until we meet again, Mr. Turner." Jones said, tipping his hat and disappearing, along with his ship.
The whole crew cheered loudly when they were out of sight, but Will sat firmly planted on the ground, Barbossa's hand still attached in a death-lock to his shoulder.
"Alright everyone! Back to work! Mr. Gibbs! Set sail in a southwest direction!" Barbossa barked and everyone scurried to do their jobs.
"Mr. Turner, come with me." Barbossa said, pulling Will almost-gently to his feet.
Will followed obediently into Barbossa's cabin, where he shut and locked the door, proceeding to guide Will to his own chair behind the desk and supplying him with a mug of Rum.
Will looked disdainfully down at the amber liquid in the cup, before throwing his head back and taking a deep swig. The burning sensation was almost pleasurable, and he was starting to see why Jack liked rum as much as he did.
"Will..." Barbossa said gently and Will looked up to see Barbossa looking at him from across the desk with something akin to worry etched onto his face. "I 'ope ye en't cross with me, Will. But I couldn't afford to trade one of th' crew..." Barbossa said and Will wondered if this was the same man who he saw ordering the crew around. Merciless is what you'd describe him as. Of course, Will often wondered this. Perhaps Barbossa had some sort of split personality disorder?
"Why didn't you trade me?" Will asked, looking into Barbossa's deep brown eyes. "Before, you said that you needed me. What did you mean by that?" Will asked, wondering if he really wanted to know the answer.
Barbossa sighed, dropping his eyes. "I meant exactly what I said. I need you, Will Turner. You draw me to ye more n' any treasure." Barbossa moved around the desk to kneel in front of Will who looked at him in disbelief.
"I want to touch you..." Barbossa said, running his knuckles softly down Will's cheek and along his jaw. "I want you to touch me, and love me. I want to erase Jack Sparrow from your mind." Barbossa said, moving ever closer to Will's lips. "I want to kiss you..." He said, his warm breath ghosting over Will's lips, making him shudder.
Will pushed him back gently, but held him at arms length so he wouldn't back away completely. He studied the man's face. Hector J. Barbossa was not by any means an overly-attractive man. He looked much older than he was (only being about 23 years Will's senior.) and his teeth weren't perfect...more along the opposite lines. But still, Will could not deny some sort of attraction to the man. And he couldn't help bun consider what the man was offering.
Being a pirate, this was very out of character for him. Proclaiming his love, being sentimental. Will wondered for a split second if this was some joke. But looking into the man's eyes, he realized it wasn't. What the man was offering was real. And perhaps he could help him forget Jack. Perhaps what attraction Will felt for this man COULD turn to love?
Barbossa watched as Will continued to search his face. He was about to give up hope, when he felt himself being pulled back forward.
"I won't promise anything. But I'll give it a chance..." Will said quietly, his lips brushing against Barbossa's as he spoke.
Will didn't get the chance to say anything else, as Barbossa's lips gently descended upon his own for a sweet, chaste, very un-pirate-like kiss. "S'all I ask, William. S'all I ask." he said when he'd pulled back, smiling a very genuine smile.
Will smiled gently at him as Barbossa ran his hand up his neck, to come around back and pull him in for another kiss, this one longer and less chaste than the first.
There came a knock at the door, but they chose to ignore it.
"Captain Barbossa, sir! A storm is quick approaching and we need you up top!" came the unmistakable titter of Pintel, followed by Ragetti echoing his last few words.
Barbossa cursed and stood, pulling Will up with him. "C'mon William. The crew needs us." He said and he and Will dashed up top.
Will fell into his relationship with Hector nicely over the next month. They did not do more than kissing and resting in each other's arms, as Will was not ready for anything else yet. He still had not forgotten Jack. But, there was hope. Instead of Jack's face being the first and only to enter Will's mind when he closed his eyes, Hector and Jack showed up together, though Jack's features were admittedly sharper. Still. It was progress.
Will stood on deck again, all the crew asleep. Even Gibbs. He was on watch tonight. He stood with his arms folded over the railing, staring out into the open waters, contemplating how ridiculous this was. Jack was dead. How were they going to get him back? How did he know that this was not just some stupid dream, or ploy?
Because he trusted Hector J. Barbossa. He really did trust him. With his life, and even with at least a quarter of his heart.
Speak of the devil, and he shall appear. Will felt a pair of strong arms envelope him, and an equally strong body press against his back. "What's botherin' ye, William?" Asked the familiar, somewhat scratchy voice in his ear.
Will leaned back into the strong body behind him and sighed, placing his hands on Hector's arms. "Nothing of immediate concern..." Will mumbled, turning around in the larger man's arms and burying his face in his chest.
Hector tucked a finger under Will's chin and turned him up to face him. "Will..." He said, but before he could say anything else, Will's arms were around his neck and their lips were locked.
Hector felt Will's tongue slide past his lips, and he was so shocked that it took him a moment to respond. Will had never gone this far before. Not that he wasn't pleased.
Hector slid his tongue along Will's and felt soft tremors go through Will's body. Wrapping his arms tighter around Will, he pushed him back against the railing, his body pressed firmly against the smaller one in his arms.
Will ground his hips into Hector's and Hector groaned. After a whole damn month of waiting for Will to be ready for him, this was it. Finally.
Hector ran his hands along Will's body and earned himself an almost desperate mewl. Unbuttoning Will's shirt, he ran his hands along the smooth, tan flesh that lie underneath.
Will was beginning to grind harder and more against him and it was driving him insane!
"Jack!" Will whispered, and Barbossa almost didn't catch it. Almost.
BOOM!
Hector was jerked backwards, and Will quickly followed, landing square on top of him. Both their chests were heaving, and their faces were flushed.
"What the hell was that?" Will asked, panting slightly and not making any motion to move off of Hector.
"Will! What in all the hells is-" the whole crew stopped in their tracks, staring down at Will and Hector's position, at their flushed faces and Will's disheveled appearance.
"Oh...ah...ahem. We...ah...din't mean ter...interrupt an'thin." One of the crew members Will didn't really know said, and Will blushed deeply, pulling up and off of his Captain.
Barbossa stood up and cleared his throat, clearly trying not to appear embarrassed. "Alright men. Never mind what you've just seen. That was a mighty shake that was, and William and meself din't cause it." He walked up to the bow of the ship and reached out. His hand seemed to hit something solid.
Will walked over next to him and copied his motions, gasping as his hand hit something solid, cold, and as clear as glass.
"Lads, this is where we leave the sea." Captain Barbossa said, pulling a silver bottle out of his coat and walking over to the great wheel of the ship. "Brace yerselves, lads." he said and everyone dashed to their lifelines, securing them around their waists just in time for Barbossa to tip the flask over the wheel. A liquid as red as their sails slipped free, pouring on the wheel and seeming to soak in.
"Will! Get o'er 'ere! Now!" Barbossa barked and Will obediently ran to him. The moment he reached him, he was pulled up to the man, and pushed between Barbossa and the wheel, an arm on either side of him, grasping a knob.
Will thought then that maybe this was all a dream. Yes. It had to be a dream. For in real life, ships did not simply lift out of the water and start soaring into the sky. Oh no, this did NOT happen in real life. In real life, he would be married to Elizabeth Swann, sitting prim and proper as a peacock in an elegant and suffocating sitting room while she chatted endlessly about her plans for the next month. Not pressed between his PIRATE, MALE lover and the wheel of a ship that was flying off into the sunrise.
The ride was smooth, and Will wondered why the men were clinging for dear life to their lifelines, and Barbossa was tightening his hold on him. His confusion lasted only a minute, however, as the ship suddenly jerked to a stop. Will felt an amazing amount of pressure building around them, and a positively suffocating silence pressed in on his ears. And then he was jerked backwards, hard, against Barbossa and the ship shot off at a speed faster than a bullet.
Will's eyes went wide, and he threw his hands out to the wheel. Though he needn't try to secure himself. Barbossa was pressing against him as hard as possible, his knuckles white on the wheel, keeping them both firmly in place.
A blur of blues and whites and reds and any other color Will could think of was surrounding the ship, and they were moving so fast, he was surprised his flesh wasn't being ripped off of his bones.
This didn't continue for more than 5 minutes, and they were jerked to a sudden stop. If Barbossa wasn't pressed so tightly behind him, he would have slammed into the wheel, effectively breaking some of his ribs. As it were, he was safe and he heard most of the crew drop to the ground roughly.
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Shaking and breathing heavily, Barbossa pried his hands off the wheel and gave the boy room to breathe. That was worse than he'd remembered. He composed himself quickly though, making sure Will was alright, and then whistling for the grumbling crew's attention.
"Is everyone alive?" He asked to affirmative murmurs from half of the crew. The rest were still trying to pry themselves off the ground. "Alright lads. Be on yer guard. Ye 'en't in th' land 'o th' livin' no more." He said and everyone looked at him, only slightly surprised.
All except for Ragetti and Pintel, who were both, moving along the deck of the ship, no doubt looking for Ragetti's wooden eye.
Will moved to the side of the ship, looking over the edge and gasping. Hector didn't need to look. He knew what the boy was seeing. Endless blackness. He had seen it when he'd first been shot and killed, and damn if it hadn't scared him out of his wits.
Everyone moved up beside Will to see what he was seeing and there was a collective gasp. "Alright lads. Get away from th' edge! There be creatures about that'll pull you over soon'as lookin at ya." Hector said and everyone dashed to the center of the ship.
"S'I said before, be on yer guard. Jack'll be in th' very center of th' place. It be takin us but two hours to reach him. Tha's more 'n 'nough time fer gettin' attacked, rest assured." he saw some of the crew look around nervously and almost chuckled. "There en't much ye can do 'ere. The ship will be automatically lead to th' center. Just stay up top and avoid th' sides. Try not ter draw attention to yerselves, savvy?" He asked to a collective, but quiet, "AYE."
Will sat next to Hector's feet on the ground staring up at the would-be sky. "So...Bizarre..." He mumbled, eyeing the swirling black shadows with blood red eyes that were swimming about the ship. "What are they?" He asked and Barbossa sighed.
"They be pirates, lad. Most of 'em. Some be mutineers and murdering whores. Betrayers. All of 'em committed some crime against humanity. Betrayin their crew, or captain. Killin' someone or somethin' that din't deserve it..." He looked up at the mass of shadows. "Cursed, they are. And a terrible existence. I was one me'self before th' gypsy called me back to th' livin'. No thoughts or feelings. Just...black."
Will studied his face, and the emotions lingering there. Fear. Sadness. And something akin to regret.
"Hector...about earlier. I didn't mean-" Will started, but Hector cute him off.
"I understand, William. There be no need to explain. I'd hoped to make you love me, instead of him. I hadn't realized ye'd fallen so deeply..."