I AM SO SORRY!!! I haven't updated anything in forever!! I meant to, but life sorta snuck up on me.Anyways, I've got a new computer now. It's name shall either be Hubert, Mortimer or Edward the Second. All input into the naming of it is appreciated. But, unfortunately, there was a bit of a mix-up with the sending of the various files. Most of my stories made it, but a couple of them got a little... garbled along the way. WAKI should be fine, considering I've had the next six uploaded for about a million years. My other stories are not so lucky. Also... SilverSoleAlchemist!! I have lost your email!! And everything you sent me to boot. Please re-send me everything you can, including your DeathNote story that I was supposed to beta. Thanks so much!
With love, as always, Jiia.
"First you fall asleep on my floor, and now I wake up to you hovering not an inch away from my face!" Jack shot Will a glare, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Is there something you wish to be saying, Mr. Turner?"
Will blinked. He wasn't entirely sure what was going on, but he knew for certain that Jack wasn't just pulling his chain. He knew Jack's mischief face as well as anyone, and the pirate's expression at that particular moment was as far from it as could be.
"Uh… Jack?" He glanced around nervously. "You... You asked me to come in here in the first place."
"Did not." The captain glared at him. In days past, he would have said the man pouted, but this Jack did not pout.
"Yes, you did." Will found himself flushing at the mere memory of the captain's rather peculiar choice of words. "Don't you remember?"
"Hm, lets see." Jack looked off into the distance, scratching his disturbingly beardless face in mock contemplation. "Ah, no. I really don't."
"You did! Why don't you remember?" Will looked at him, into his eyes, trying in vain to avoid the logical conclusion. This was Jack, after all. Logic rarely ever had anything to do with him at all.
"It didn't happen, that's why!" Jack snapped, whirling and stalking towards the door. "Now, if you don't mind, I'd really like to get some-"
The instant the captain flung open the door to his cabin, certain cheekier members of his rag-tag crew let out a heartfelt round of applause.
"Congratulations on yer ravishin' captain!" Gibbs grinned, leaning casually against the helm. "Maybe next time ye can be a lil' louder. I don' think that pug-faced felon Sao-Feng over in Singapore heard ye'."
"Yeah!" Called Marty, irritably smacking something with what appeared to be a broken piece of mop. "If ye scream loud 'nough, maybe the Navy'll hear an' come put us out o' our mis'ry!"
"Brawk! Cabin Boy!" Cotton's parrot cawed happily.
Jack blinked.
And then he slowly, calmly closed the door.
"Bloody hell…"
Will sighed and shoved his hand through his hair.
"You have no idea."
