A/N: Well, I've finally decided to get off my lazy arse and update this thing. Man, it's just been sitting here rotting, hasn't it? Also, you know how I said I was sick of this story in my last chapter? Yeah, well, I'm not anymore. I 'm ready for it to last forever, I swear!

And without further ado, I give you: Chapter 2.

Will was sitting at the bar of an inn called The Jolly Pirate. He had found cheap room and board there, and also strong, mind-numbing alcohol.

The bartender was a nice fellow, who had, after hearing Will's tale about how Lizzie had betrayed him with someone at least twice her age, had handed him another mug of ale.

'On the house.' He said, with a melancholy half-smile.

Will took the mug, thanked the bartender and went back to drowning his sorrows in ale.

Captain Jack Sparrow, of the Black Pearl, was coming in to port as Will took the mug of ale. Jack's kohl had been smudged, and there was salt all over his clothes and arms.

The sea had been rough lately, throwing huge waves over the Pearl, and Jack's sailors. He though he had better dock for a while in Tortuga. It'd give his men some time off, some time to get drunk and make merry with the many welcoming men and women on the island.

Once the boat was moored, and his crew told that they would stay for two weeks, and then see how the weather was, Jack made for his favourite inn on Tortuga. The ale they served was good, and the rum the served...well, Jack liked the rum the served.

He burst through the door with his usual drunken air. Everyone turned to look, except a few of the more wine-soaked customers who were sitting at the bar, or draped over tables.

'Jack Sparrow! Good to see you again, m'friend.' Called the bartender, Mr Greeb, who then pointed to a stool. 'Come, sit over here, and tell me all about your travels. While I fix you up with some rum and a room for tonight.'

Jack walked to the bar and sat. He looked at the men sitting on either side of him.

On his left, a man who was bald but countered this by growing a large bushy beard. On his right, what looked like just a pile of clothes and hair. The hair was brown and his clothes looked reasonably new and well made.

Jack decided that the person on his right must have been rich once, but had fallen on hard times. He idly wondered whether the man had anything worth stealing.

The bartender noticed who Jack was looking at and began to speak.

'Uh. Sorry, what were you saying?' Said Jack, who hadn't been paying attention.

'I said, that one's been through some pretty rough times, I can tell you!'

'Really?' Jack asked, perking up. He always enjoyed a story.

'Yeah. Poor kid. His wife, I think they'd been married for about two years. Well, anyway, he found his wife in bed with a man who's about twice his age. Disgusting, I call it.'

'Wow, poor kid's just about right, I'd say. So, is he staying here?' Jack said, with half a mind to befriend the man.

'Yes, he is...but...' Greeb trailed off and looked at the sleeping figure with a mix of worry and anger.

'But what?' Jack prodded.

'Well, he doesn't have any coin left. He's drunk it all away.'

'You're not going to kick him out, are you?' Jack managed a horrified look, although he knew that Greeb was too nice a man to do that to one in this boy's circumstances.

'Well, normally, I wouldn't. You know that, Jack. But times have been hard lately. People haven't been coming to Tortuga as much as they used to. I can't afford to keep free-loaders, Jack.'

'Look, Greeb, how about this? I'll pay for my room, and I'll get a mattress on the floor for the kid. Then you can rent out his room, like you would if he'd left. Alright?'

Greeb blew a sigh of relief, 'Thanks, Jack. That'd be great. I've been wondering what I could do with him. His money ran out a couple of days ago. I was just about to kick him out. It would've felt terrible, but there wasn't much more I could do.'

'No problem, Greeb. Now, how about that rum?'

Will woke up in an unfamiliar room, on an unfamiliar mattress, which was on the floor. The bartender, Greeb, was moving around the room, making up the bed that was next to Will's mattress.

Will sat up, then groaned and lay down again. Greeb turned around and smiled as he saw Will was awake.

'Where am I? This isn't my room.' Said Will, from the mattress.

'You have no money left, but Jack's agreed that you can stay in his room with him.'

Will frowned. 'Jack? I didn't know there was a Jack in The Jolly Pirate.'

'There wasn't. He just arrived today. I'm just fixing his bed while he has some 'et to drink.'

'Ah. Right. So, why's he letting me stay with him? I don't know him. He doesn't know me.'

Greeb looked a little embarrassed. 'I-er-I told him about your misfortune. He sympathised and-here you are.'

'Oh great, he knows about Lizzie.'

'Sorry, Will, I-well, it's what bartenders do. We gossip. We're the main source of gossip in towns like these.'

'Don't worry about it. I'm still angry about Lizzie and that bloody Norrington.'

'Well, you would be. It's a horrible thing to do to someone you've been married to for years!'

'Yes. Look, I don't really want to talk about it.'

'Sure, sure. Just let me finish making this bed and I'll leave you alone.'

Will closed his eyes and let Greeb get on with his work.

A/N: Well, the next chapter should be up soon, as I've gotten over my writers block. Jack and Will finally meet up in the next chapter! Yay! There will be much loving and snogging, and maybe even shagging. Not sure yet. Basically, it'll be a smutty, fluffy chapter. Hoorah!

Now, please review and tell me what you thought. I'm always open to suggestions. Ones that make sense anyway.

Much love and many sexy gay pirates to you all! Jessi