Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, it's characters, or even Johnny Depp- although I HAVE seen him advertised on eBay, and would gladly purchase him...sadly, I don't even own Orlando Bloom...I have met him though! Such a sweet guy! And so darn fine!...back to the point. I'm not looking for a lawsuit, I'm just writing a story...so please, Jerry Bruckheimer! I love CSI! Don't sue me! I promise, I watch that show EVERY week, it's addictive...and 'Pirates', well, I'm obsessed enough to want advance tickets to the sequel, so just don't sue me...Now, on to the story! (By the way, if Jerry Bruckheimer really is reading this, or anyone related to CSI, I would really like for Grissom and Sara to finally get together, so I think you need to speed it up a bit...and get POTC 2 out sooner! I am going to die from the suspense of it all!)

Chapter 1- A ruddy day, A ruddy swim

Will sat down in the sand across from the Captain, taking in his tan, chiseled face. They were the only ones on the island, he knew that. He also knew that he couldn't keep it a secret much longer...some would call them "ulterior motives"- but Will tried to keep thinking that he was an honest, chivalrous gentleman who wouldn't HAVE ulterior motives in the first place...nonetheless about marrying Elizabeth. After a moment, he stopped hearing Jack's words, his face being all that he could sense. Jack didn't notice, and continued talking, seemingly enthralled with his own voice.

Before he knew what he was doing, Will had stood up and was untying his shirt.

"God, I need a swim...sitting on this ruddy beach all ruddy day...I'm going to lose my mind Jack, unless we get off of this PIECE of land very soon..." He tried to sound somewhat calm...ok, ok, so he tried to sound like a pirate, but that's what he was, or was trying to become. Will finished untying his top and pulled it off over his head, tying it around his waist.

"Great idea, lad! I could use a ruddy swim meself..." Jack leaned his face right up to Will's, so that their lips were just inches apart, "there's a nice little bay just over yonder that is an EXCELLENT spot...no fishies or crabs to clamp on to a lad's toes, fingers, or other important body parts...which reminds me- how was it...you know snip snip...?" Jack stepped back while making a scissors motion with his fingers.

"...Jack...did we not already discuss this?..." Will's face was contorted with a mixture of frustration and embarrassment, "I AM NOT A EUNUCH!"

Jack walked up behind Will, speaking over his shoulder directly into Will's ear. "Now, lad, there's no need to be ashamed about it...don't know how I could stand that kind of life meself- I rather enjoy the feel of a good wank..." Will could feel Jack give a huge grin. Jack knew that he was flustering the young lad, "but enough about me...what about that swim? Off we go! Follow me, lad!"

Will was glad that the imposing darkness concealed the recently formed bulge against his pants. When Jack had stood behind him, he could feel the Captain's entire body against him. This, obviously, created just a slight problem- he had immediately felt his body grow. Luckily, it had returned to normal size more quickly than usual.

Now, he trodded behind Jack around to the other side of the island, feeling the soft ocean breeze gently caress his exposed torso. Every so often, the breeze would grow to a gust that pushed his hair back and blew his shirt up from around his hips. He watched the movement of Jack's hips as they casually sauntered along the beach to the secluded water.