Chapter One

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The sun cut a soft beam of gold across the blue seawater, scattering hues of rose and violet like stars across the sky. The ocean sparkled as though it hid hundreds of diamonds beneath its churning waves.

And like the dear ocean he loved so much, -Captain- Jack Sparrow stood at the helm of his ship, golden light glinting off the many beads in his raven black hair that was just as carefree and wild as he was, giving him an ethereal glow.

He never looked handsomer, thought Will Turner fondly, watching his lover from their cabin. He stood there for a few minutes, soaking up the sight of his lover.

Had it really been two years? Two years since they had first cross swords that fateful day in the smithy. Two years since he roped the man into helping him rescue his childhood love from the clutches of the captain's mutinous ex-crew. Two years since he realized it was not the proper, lady-like governor's daughter with dreams of adventure and piracy that held his heart but this scalawag scurvy dog of the sea.

As if feeling the weight of Will's gaze, Jack shifted slightly, looking over his shoulder at the younger man. Outwardly he looked nonchalant but his eyes held a question. Will shook it off with a smile that answered everything, and joined the pirate captain at the helm, at once trapped between the captain and the wheel. He leaned into Jack's chest, content.

"G'mornin', luv," Jack purred into his ear, nuzzling it. Will tilted his head subconsciously, offering better reach.

"Morning, Jack." Jack nipped the outer shell.

"That's—"

"-Captain- Jack," Will finished for him, grinning

"Whelp," Jack said fondly.

"Cap'n!" Jack groaned.

"I didn't do it!" he growled, turning around to look at Annamaria. She gave him a strange look.

"Wha're ye talkin' abou'?" Jack grumbled something under his breath and turned back to the sea. Will coughed politely to cover up his snicker. "Anyway, Cap'n, Gibbs's jus' sighted a merchant ship comin' from the east. It 'pears to 'ave an escort." Jack whirled around so fast Will had to grab onto the wheel to remain standing; he sent an affronted look to the pirate's back.

"Well why didn't ye say so in the firs' place?" Jack said with his usual manic grin. She shook her head in disgust. "Wha're ye all standin' 'round for?" Jack hollered at the crew. "Gets yer lazy butts movin' and prepare for attack!"

- Please R&R. Will up-date soon