Disclaimer: I don't own it, I don't make any money off of it. Hah, as if I could.

Jack has eyes the color of chocolate and coffee. Dark and rich, hinting at the pleasure to be found within. Alternately sweet with the joy of the moment and bitter with the memories of the past. They've been tormenting James' dreams for so long, he feels he could drown in them. He just might drown because of them, if he doesn't do something about this obsession. A grown man, a commodore in His Majesty's Navy, no less, had no business contemplating the windows into the soul of one rogue of a pirate. According to the code by which James has lived all his life, Jack shouldn't even have a soul by this time- it was bound to be held in the iron grasp of Lucifer himself. For what else could account for the astonishing luck of the man?

But he has seen it in the depths of the night, promising to perform deeds both great and terrible at once upon him.

James both fears and longs for the day when he might see those promises become a reality.