Disclaimer: I do not Pirates of the Caribbean. Pirates of the Caribbean, its story and characters, is owned by Walt Disney Pictures.
Warning: Slightly one side Jack/Will, mpreg
Chapter 2
Will leaped off the bed and away from the pirate, who in tern, gave him a worried look. "Pregnant!?" Will exclaimed. "How...? What...? Your joking! I-I can't be pregnant. I'm a man!"
"Calm down now luv," Jack said soothingly, standing up in order to keep the frightened young blacksmith from doing anything drastic. "Just relax. Ye can't be gettin' all worked up in yer condition."
"Condition! What condition? I'm not pregnant! I can't be..." His head was throbbing and the room began to feel like it was spinning. He unconsciously put a hand over his stomach and looked down at it, wide eyed. It can't be true, he thought panicked. It can't! I'm a man! Men don't get pregnant!
"William," Jack said, calmly, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let's just sit down and talk about this."
He stared at him, and nodded weakly allowing himself to be lead back to the bed. He still felt dizzy and sick, and his head was still pounding. "Jack," Will started. "W-what makes you think that I'm p-pre-pregnant?"
Jack sat down next to him and cleared his throat. "'S like I said lad, it all must 'ave been, because of that night in Tortuga-"
"But there are a lot of men that have... have... done what I did with you, and I've never heard of a pregnant male before..."
"Nor 'ave I, but this isn't a normal situation, lad," Jack began. "Ye see, the Aztec gold wasn't the first cruse that I've come across in me life. Before ye were born, yer ole dad was 'avin' a bit o' trouble gettin' yer mum pregnant. Now, this was just in the beginning, when your ole man and I 'ad just met, before I was Captain of the Pearl an' all." Will nodded, not really knowing were this was leading, but he decide that Jack was heading towards a point somewhere, and he didn't really want to miss any important piece of information.
"Well, 'e asked me ta help 'im find some way of conceiving a chil' with her. I offered me services, in anyway I could be useful. 'Course 'e wouldn't let me bugger her," Jack smiled cheekily at Will as the young man glared at him at the mention of defiling his goodly mother. "We went from port to port looking for all types of charms and goods that would help the process, but nothing seemed completely fool proof.
"Damn near 'bout ta give up we were, when ole Bill and I decide to talk to some native tribe about there way of making babies, and low and behold we found a way."
"How?" Will asked, oddly intrigued. "What?"
"A fertility potion that was guaranteed to have any woman popping out babies. 'Course, I didn't take too much into this potions and such rubbish, but Bill, well, 'e was willin' ta try anything at this point. We offered to buy it off the tribes people, but the stubborn bastards wouldn't give it over ta us. So, we stole it. Came back ta England, yer mum downed it, and nine months later, out ye came."
Will raised an eyebrow at him. "And what does that have to do with me being pregnant?"
"Well, since we stole it from the tribes people,we didn't know how much o' it ta use. Andseems yer mum drank too much of the ole potion. She drank so much of it, that she passed it down to you. Didn't remember 'bout all this 'til some time after I left ye. Came back to check if I was right in thinkin' ye were pregnant." He smiled at him. "Seems I was right."
Now the room was starting to spin. Will felt his heart pounding in his chest to the point where it seemed it would burst out. "No..." he said weakly. "Your lying. It can't be true... I-it can't be. I'm a man. Men don't get pregnant."
"Calm down luv," Jack soothed as he reached out to touch the young man's shoulder.
Will slapped his hand away and practically jumped off the bed. "Don't touch me!" he said in a panicked voice. Tears of frustration welling up in his eyes. "Why...? Why are you doing this?"
Jack slowly got up making sure not to startle the confused young man. "Now lets just sit down an' talk 'bout this," he said carefully. "'S not good for ye to be gettin' all worked up in yer condition."
"There is no condition!" Will half screamed. "I'm… not pregnant..." he whimpered, just before his body slumped over and the world around him went black.
Jack managed to catch Will just before the blacksmith could hit the ground. Looks like I didn't 'ave to knock him out after all, he thought. He studied Will's passed out form carefully. He was thin, too thin. He would need to start eating right and more often.
He pulled Will's limp body close to his, holding him tightly in a protective embrace. He placed a gentle kiss on his sweaty forehead. "'S alright Will," he murmured to the unconscious body. "Ole Jack is 'ere. I'm gonna take good care o' ye." He smiled, glancing down at the passed out blacksmith's stomach. "Both o' ye," he added fondly.
He then lifted the limp body over his shoulders, as if he was nothing more then a mere sack of potatoes, and proceeded to climb out the window.
