"Ouch!" Jack yelped. "Careful lad, that's my arm. Even if it is about to fall off."
Will raised an eyebrow and continued scrubbing the raw and bloody limb before him.
"Don't be a baby, Jack. Your arm is most certainly not about to fall off."
The pirate just pouted, twirling his mustache with his uninjured hand. For a minute, his partner foolishly thought that was the end of the childish banter that he had been subjected to since Jack was struck down.
"You know," Jack began again. "The bloke that hit me? Did you hear what he said as he swung?"
Trust Jack to notice an opponent's random babble then the fact that a blade was making its way for his head. Will sighed, resigned to his fate. "Get out of THIS, Jack Sparrow?"
"Exactly."
"And the problem is...?" Will asked, despite himself.
"It's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." Only Jack could manage to look thoroughly pathetic and affronted at the same time.
Will came out of his musing to an angry voice asking if he was listening.
Instead of responding, Will leaned down over the surprised face of the pirate that had somehow situated himself almost entirely in the boy's lap. Clearly surprised, Jack just looked up at him. As their lips met, Will reveled in the first silence he had been privy to -chatter and pitiful moaning forgotten- in almost three hours.
"Jack?" Will said, as he broke the kiss.
"Mmmm?" The pirate's eyes were still closed.
"Shut up."