Rum and Desire
He'd lost to Elizabeth Swann of all people. An uppity governor's daughter with enough moral indignation to sink a ship - or to burn down an island.
He hadn't stood a chance once she'd decided to step back into the picture and be all noble and the like.
Ruined a bloody good moment, she had. He'd been all ready to leap for joy, or at least have a bit of celebratory Norrington mocking when Will had said *those* words. But *no* she had to throw her lot in too. Couldn't just leave well enough alone, could she, had to go and make herself feel all good and righteous, didn't she.
So now he was on his ship, trying to drink away the sight of her kissing Will - *his* Will - and wishing that he didn't feel so damned lonely without the boy by his side.
They were heading for Tortuga, where he could find himself some pleasant (in a loose sense of the word) company and try and forget.
Wouldn't work though. Hell, Anamaria had offered to warm his bed for a while, and he'd turned her down. Turned *Anamaria* down. He'd been wanting to bed the woman since he'd first laid eyes on her, and she'd so far been unresponsive to his advances - damned violent about it too - and now that she'd finally *offered* to give him a go, he'd oh, so nobly declined.
And it was all that blasted Elizabeth's fault.
'Course, if she'd never got herself kidnapped by Barbossa and his lot, he wouldn't have met Will in the first place, but all that was beside the point. She'd ruined his chances with the boy, without so much as a 'by your leave' and he wasn't *happy,* oh, no, not in the slightest.
The boy had been special too. Had got him all tangled up until he didn't know what to do with himself, or with Will either. Could've been the splitting image of Ol' Bootstrap, but not quite. There was something more in him. Something different that made Jack want to do all sorts of wicked things to him. Things he would never have thought of doing with Bootstrap because he was a *ladies* man through and through.
Besides, he just wasn't the same as Will. Too much a hardened pirate, not enough of Will's. . . innocence.
It was a pity really. They could have been so much together, and with one of Bootstrap's kin on board the 'Pearl, things would've been almost as good as old times.
He expected Will'd be getting married to the wench soon, too. Maybe having a couple of whelps of his own to carrying on the fine Turner name. Maybe one of *them* would be a pirate. That'd be a fine sight.
Not as fine a sight to his eyes as a brat got off Elizabeth and dear Norrington would be, yeah, that'd be a sight for sore eyes. It'd mean Will'd come to his senses finally, and that he might have a decent chance with the boy.
And wouldn't that be nice. . .
Alright for a man to dream, though, wasn't it, even if his dreams were fueled by rum and a desire that burned so far down inside him that even the alcohol couldn't quench it.
He could always dream.
Disclaimer: If I owned them Jack. . . well Jack'd be the same, but he wouldn't have been jumping off those battlements alone at the end of the movie. And Elizabeth would be happily married to Norrington.
He'd lost to Elizabeth Swann of all people. An uppity governor's daughter with enough moral indignation to sink a ship - or to burn down an island.
He hadn't stood a chance once she'd decided to step back into the picture and be all noble and the like.
Ruined a bloody good moment, she had. He'd been all ready to leap for joy, or at least have a bit of celebratory Norrington mocking when Will had said *those* words. But *no* she had to throw her lot in too. Couldn't just leave well enough alone, could she, had to go and make herself feel all good and righteous, didn't she.
So now he was on his ship, trying to drink away the sight of her kissing Will - *his* Will - and wishing that he didn't feel so damned lonely without the boy by his side.
They were heading for Tortuga, where he could find himself some pleasant (in a loose sense of the word) company and try and forget.
Wouldn't work though. Hell, Anamaria had offered to warm his bed for a while, and he'd turned her down. Turned *Anamaria* down. He'd been wanting to bed the woman since he'd first laid eyes on her, and she'd so far been unresponsive to his advances - damned violent about it too - and now that she'd finally *offered* to give him a go, he'd oh, so nobly declined.
And it was all that blasted Elizabeth's fault.
'Course, if she'd never got herself kidnapped by Barbossa and his lot, he wouldn't have met Will in the first place, but all that was beside the point. She'd ruined his chances with the boy, without so much as a 'by your leave' and he wasn't *happy,* oh, no, not in the slightest.
The boy had been special too. Had got him all tangled up until he didn't know what to do with himself, or with Will either. Could've been the splitting image of Ol' Bootstrap, but not quite. There was something more in him. Something different that made Jack want to do all sorts of wicked things to him. Things he would never have thought of doing with Bootstrap because he was a *ladies* man through and through.
Besides, he just wasn't the same as Will. Too much a hardened pirate, not enough of Will's. . . innocence.
It was a pity really. They could have been so much together, and with one of Bootstrap's kin on board the 'Pearl, things would've been almost as good as old times.
He expected Will'd be getting married to the wench soon, too. Maybe having a couple of whelps of his own to carrying on the fine Turner name. Maybe one of *them* would be a pirate. That'd be a fine sight.
Not as fine a sight to his eyes as a brat got off Elizabeth and dear Norrington would be, yeah, that'd be a sight for sore eyes. It'd mean Will'd come to his senses finally, and that he might have a decent chance with the boy.
And wouldn't that be nice. . .
Alright for a man to dream, though, wasn't it, even if his dreams were fueled by rum and a desire that burned so far down inside him that even the alcohol couldn't quench it.
He could always dream.
Disclaimer: If I owned them Jack. . . well Jack'd be the same, but he wouldn't have been jumping off those battlements alone at the end of the movie. And Elizabeth would be happily married to Norrington.