Summary: A series of fic prompts about your favorite Will Turner & Jack Sparrow
Disclaimer: I do not own them, for they don't like hanging from my ceiling fan
A/N: The majority of these will be AU and not movie-verse.
Chapter 4 (Thirst)
Jack Sparrow sailed over ocean after ocean. His thoughts had never been on anything other than the loot he could procure from others. He wanted to find riches beyond riches to make up for the time when he had nothing. True, not many knew about his childhood and he preferred it that way.
Will, now that was someone though he would never admit he admired. He too had been robbed of his childhood and yet he had not turned to pirating and rum to solve or dissolve his troubles away. Rum, it was what Jack craved more and more.
While he was drinking he could forget about all his troubles, all his misery. To everyone else he seemed as if he had no care in the world, but deep down he craved what he could not have, companionship.
Will could be his friend, but Jack wouldn't let him get close enough. Norrington was too much like those who reminded him of his childhood. Good somewhere deep down, but blinded by his own needs to see the plight of others.
Jack found himself again surrounded by empty bottles of rum, and thoughts coursing through his mind he could not shake. Elizabeth, she was a woman that was after his own heart and yet her heart was forever given to Will, or was it.
Had she not kissed him? Had she not shown a side of her that he did not know existed? Now here he was rowing away from them, rowing away to what he hoped was safety, and yet he held a yearning inside him.
It wasn't a yearning to protect them, no, it was a thirst. One that rum could not quench, one that no means of liquor could take away. His conscience was eating away at him, and Jack Sparrow did the only thing he could, he rowed back towards the now crumbling ship. Death was almost certain, if not a life of hellish servitude with Davey Jones, but his thirst for good would be quenched and it that he would feel whole.