And now we return to our dear William. His dreams are INCREDIBLY fun to write. Dreams usually are. I like dream sequences. Expect many to come. Ch. 8 isn't finished yet, but I plan to have it up soon. Please be patient! Thanks.

The dreams were getting more and more bizarre. They had been pretty strange to start with, but now Will was beginning to wonder if he was losing his mind.

He dreamt that he was on the Pearl again, rocking back and forth with the sea. He was in a hammock. Probably the same one he spent his long haul on the ship in. The warped boards above his head certainly seemed similar. And then, very suddenly, he rocked and rolled right over on top of the person in the hammock beneath him.

Jack.

The pirate grinned and wrapped his arms around him, cuddling him like he was some strange overgrown child's doll. He found himself crushed in next to Jack, warm and tight and strangely comfortable.

"Why, hello, luv. So nice of you to drop by."

And then the pirate kissed him. Not like he'd kissed Elizabeth, not by a long shot. The kind of kiss Jack gave him was the kind of kiss you simply did not do in public.

Jack pulled back, smiling. He took a lock of Will's hair in his hand, twirling it around his finger. Except it was too long. And blond.

Elizabeth's hair.

As if dreaming he was kissing Jack Sparrow wasn't bad, enough, he dreamt he was Elizabeth while doing it.

The next dream, they were on some strange little island, the resident fauna half-consumed by flames. They were lying on the beach next to a large bon-fire, drinking rum.

"I didn't know you drank, boy." Jack grunted, taking another swig.

"I took it up recently. For my health." Will muttered, draining a quarter of the bottle in one long gulp.

"Mental or physical?" Jack looked up at him, grinning widely at an as yet unknown joke. "'Cause a good shag with yours truly has been known to cure both."

Will laughed.

"Oh, really now? I might just have to try that, then."

And then they kissed. And kissed and kissed and kissed and Jack's hand had only just made it's agonizing way into his trousers when his apprentice woke him up.

And then, he'd had the very same dream, only it was Elizabeth sitting next to him, with her hand…

Needless to say, it wasn't doing anything good for his nerves.

He needed to make a decision, that was clear. He needed to figure out what he wanted to do. Elizabeth was as understanding as one could expect under the circumstances. She was frustrated with him, that he wouldn't tell her what was going on. For the most part, he'd stopped his all-day drinking binges, which seemed to appease her. Still, he knew that, after a while, she would have no more extra time to give him. They weren't getting any younger, whiling away the months in a pointless courtship that really served no functional meaning. After a certain point, they'd have to just call the whole thing off. And then Elizabeth would marry Norrington, and he'd be left with…

With Jack.

He woke up from yet another dream, his trousers-strings strained.

"Stupid bloody pirate." Will moaned.

He rolled over to take care of the problem.

Elizabeth sat in the shadows, behind the bellows. She knew full well what Will was doing. She also knew, beyond a doubt, that the 'stupid bloody pirate' was not her.

Not her at all.

Mwahahaha. And now she knows! How will Elizabeth react? How will Will react to her reaction?! AND WHAT IS UP WITH JACK?!?! Find out in the next exciting instalment of WAKI!