*~*~~
He fancied he could do anything he wanted to.
He was, after all, *Captain* Jack Sparrow, of none other than the infamous Black Pearl. In the span of twenty-four hours, he had been condemned to death, made a valiant escape, and made it back to his ship. Improve a few choice parts, and you had a very intriguing story to tell some of the saucy wenches from Toratuga. And it wouldn't be all that hard. He had some practice in, well, not lying, really. It was more like bending the truth.
Extensively.
However, just as he was making himself at home on *his* ship, he realized he forgot a key part, which was currently back in Port Royal. After the time they had spent together chasing a crew of rather terrifying undead pirates, it was hard just to let go of your first mate. So, he had snuck back into the town, and was now going to try to convince William Turner to come with his crew. Jack would of course allow Ms. Swann-soon-to-be- Mrs.Turner to come along, if she wanted. Although he had some doubts on how nice a honeymoon it would make, it was worth a shot at asking. He didn't think will would pass this up.
It wouldn't be anything big. Just some poking around for some new adventure, and maybe something obscenely dangerous. That would definitely be a plus.
Nope, nothing out of the ordinary.
*~*~*
Will woke with a start, squinting in the near pitch-black darkness of the room. A stream of moonlight came from an open window, of which he had not left open. He paused for a moment, looking for whatever had been the source of his sudden return of consciousness. The blacksmith's shop was still, and a few embers in the fireplace glowed feebly.
Everything was alright.
He sighed and cast aside his sheets, making his way over to the window to close it.
"Oh, leave it open. It's not like it's going to get drafty."
Will spun around, and saw the outline of someone sitting on his bed. He knew who the person was. Once you did, it was hard to forget.
"Jack Sparrow," he said the momentary shock subsiding, to be replaced with a grin. "I thought I was rid of you."
"Well, actually, it's *Captain* Jack Sparrow, if you wouldn't mind."
Will laughed and turned to the nearest cabinet, rummaging for a few candles and a match. He found them, and made to light them. They flickered slightly before catching alight and glowing steadily.
As was expected, Jack was wearing his trademark half-grin, his intense kohl- lined eyes reflecting the orange glow of the candles.
"Jack, not that I mind, but why are you back?" Then, with a puzzled glance at the doors, "And how'd you get in? I locked them both."
Jack gave a dramatic flourish of his hand in the direction of the window.
"I let myself in, savvy?"
Will shook his head, still grinning. He found the full size window to the back, and crawled in. Trust him to do just that.
"Remind me to put locks on those." He walked over to the bedside table and set the candles down. "I hope no one saw you. Crawling through windows isn't exactly inconspicuous."
"If you're talking about Norrington and his men, I'm not worried."
"Why? Because you're Jack Sparrow?" Said Will, remembering the days events and laughing.
"Precisely. Now, as for your question. I forgot something." "You don't have to come here for supplies."
"No, I forgot you." Said Jack in a matter-of-fact tone. "You can't really be captain of a ship without a first mate."
Will's grin disappeared, and he shook his head.
"No, no, no. Not only do I have Elizabeth now-"
"Who isn't here, I've noticed."
"I had an order to finish, and it took longer than expected, is all. Not only do I have her, but last time we went on a grand adventure, I was nearly killed."
Jack whispered to himself, counting on his fingers.
"Well, technically, one of those instances was when you threatened to kill yourself, so that doesn't really count." He put one finger down. "And if it is of *any* consolation, I was nearly killed, too. You weren't the one marooned on an island with Elizabeth. Well, I didn't really die," Jack said, more to himself, "But it was close."
Will raised an indignant eyebrow.
"I hardly call being on a island with Elizabeth a near-death experience."
"You would if you woke up and found all the rum was burning." He spoke with such dejection that Will was a little taken aback. "Anyway, she could come with."
"Jack, I'd love to, you know that."
A small pause, and a small, confused shake of the head.
"What's your point mate?"
Will ran his fingers through his hair, and bit his lip.
"We went through all that trouble, to rescue Elizabeth, and get back *here*. It just seems strange leaving. And what would her father say?"
"He doesn't need to know. A quick note of explanation left on the bed, and it's all taken care of."
"What would Elizabeth say?"
"Tell her it'd make for a unforgettable honeymoon." When Will didn't respond, he continued. "You can't tell me you'd like to stay in Port Royal for the rest of your life. So many other places to see, to explore."
"Jack, that's your dream, not mine." Will looked away, staring at the ceiling of the room. It wasn't much, just a little add on to the main shop.
"I think that's one of the worst lies you've ever told me." Said Jack. "You're too much like your father. It was your dream ever since you helped me commandeer the Interceptor. No one wants to stay put, Will. Ask her, please?"
He sighed, defeated, and a little unnerved that he could tell when he was lying. He must have been like him, pirate of the Black Pearl. And, that was alright with him now. "Fine, I'll ask her." He turned back to Jack, nodding and grinning. "Yes, you win, alright? I'll ask."
Jack grinned.
"You could be married on the Black Pearl, you know that? That would be a bloody great wedding. You tell her it'll be one amazing adventure." He stretched, then said, putting an arm around Will, "If you think I'm going to leave you in peace, I'm afraid you have another thing coming, because-"
Will shrugged the arm off, laughing softly.
"I get it, I get it. You're Jack Sparrow."
He fancied he could do anything he wanted to.
He was, after all, *Captain* Jack Sparrow, of none other than the infamous Black Pearl. In the span of twenty-four hours, he had been condemned to death, made a valiant escape, and made it back to his ship. Improve a few choice parts, and you had a very intriguing story to tell some of the saucy wenches from Toratuga. And it wouldn't be all that hard. He had some practice in, well, not lying, really. It was more like bending the truth.
Extensively.
However, just as he was making himself at home on *his* ship, he realized he forgot a key part, which was currently back in Port Royal. After the time they had spent together chasing a crew of rather terrifying undead pirates, it was hard just to let go of your first mate. So, he had snuck back into the town, and was now going to try to convince William Turner to come with his crew. Jack would of course allow Ms. Swann-soon-to-be- Mrs.Turner to come along, if she wanted. Although he had some doubts on how nice a honeymoon it would make, it was worth a shot at asking. He didn't think will would pass this up.
It wouldn't be anything big. Just some poking around for some new adventure, and maybe something obscenely dangerous. That would definitely be a plus.
Nope, nothing out of the ordinary.
*~*~*
Will woke with a start, squinting in the near pitch-black darkness of the room. A stream of moonlight came from an open window, of which he had not left open. He paused for a moment, looking for whatever had been the source of his sudden return of consciousness. The blacksmith's shop was still, and a few embers in the fireplace glowed feebly.
Everything was alright.
He sighed and cast aside his sheets, making his way over to the window to close it.
"Oh, leave it open. It's not like it's going to get drafty."
Will spun around, and saw the outline of someone sitting on his bed. He knew who the person was. Once you did, it was hard to forget.
"Jack Sparrow," he said the momentary shock subsiding, to be replaced with a grin. "I thought I was rid of you."
"Well, actually, it's *Captain* Jack Sparrow, if you wouldn't mind."
Will laughed and turned to the nearest cabinet, rummaging for a few candles and a match. He found them, and made to light them. They flickered slightly before catching alight and glowing steadily.
As was expected, Jack was wearing his trademark half-grin, his intense kohl- lined eyes reflecting the orange glow of the candles.
"Jack, not that I mind, but why are you back?" Then, with a puzzled glance at the doors, "And how'd you get in? I locked them both."
Jack gave a dramatic flourish of his hand in the direction of the window.
"I let myself in, savvy?"
Will shook his head, still grinning. He found the full size window to the back, and crawled in. Trust him to do just that.
"Remind me to put locks on those." He walked over to the bedside table and set the candles down. "I hope no one saw you. Crawling through windows isn't exactly inconspicuous."
"If you're talking about Norrington and his men, I'm not worried."
"Why? Because you're Jack Sparrow?" Said Will, remembering the days events and laughing.
"Precisely. Now, as for your question. I forgot something." "You don't have to come here for supplies."
"No, I forgot you." Said Jack in a matter-of-fact tone. "You can't really be captain of a ship without a first mate."
Will's grin disappeared, and he shook his head.
"No, no, no. Not only do I have Elizabeth now-"
"Who isn't here, I've noticed."
"I had an order to finish, and it took longer than expected, is all. Not only do I have her, but last time we went on a grand adventure, I was nearly killed."
Jack whispered to himself, counting on his fingers.
"Well, technically, one of those instances was when you threatened to kill yourself, so that doesn't really count." He put one finger down. "And if it is of *any* consolation, I was nearly killed, too. You weren't the one marooned on an island with Elizabeth. Well, I didn't really die," Jack said, more to himself, "But it was close."
Will raised an indignant eyebrow.
"I hardly call being on a island with Elizabeth a near-death experience."
"You would if you woke up and found all the rum was burning." He spoke with such dejection that Will was a little taken aback. "Anyway, she could come with."
"Jack, I'd love to, you know that."
A small pause, and a small, confused shake of the head.
"What's your point mate?"
Will ran his fingers through his hair, and bit his lip.
"We went through all that trouble, to rescue Elizabeth, and get back *here*. It just seems strange leaving. And what would her father say?"
"He doesn't need to know. A quick note of explanation left on the bed, and it's all taken care of."
"What would Elizabeth say?"
"Tell her it'd make for a unforgettable honeymoon." When Will didn't respond, he continued. "You can't tell me you'd like to stay in Port Royal for the rest of your life. So many other places to see, to explore."
"Jack, that's your dream, not mine." Will looked away, staring at the ceiling of the room. It wasn't much, just a little add on to the main shop.
"I think that's one of the worst lies you've ever told me." Said Jack. "You're too much like your father. It was your dream ever since you helped me commandeer the Interceptor. No one wants to stay put, Will. Ask her, please?"
He sighed, defeated, and a little unnerved that he could tell when he was lying. He must have been like him, pirate of the Black Pearl. And, that was alright with him now. "Fine, I'll ask her." He turned back to Jack, nodding and grinning. "Yes, you win, alright? I'll ask."
Jack grinned.
"You could be married on the Black Pearl, you know that? That would be a bloody great wedding. You tell her it'll be one amazing adventure." He stretched, then said, putting an arm around Will, "If you think I'm going to leave you in peace, I'm afraid you have another thing coming, because-"
Will shrugged the arm off, laughing softly.
"I get it, I get it. You're Jack Sparrow."