Title: Loss
Rating: PG for mild slashiness.
Pairings: Jack/Will, implied Jack/Bootstrap
Feedback: Any and all constructive criticism would be lovely, whether e-mailed (ButterflyChica2@aol.com) or left in a review.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Disney; the plot belongs to me. If the people at Disney don't like what I do to their characters, they should really stop making such wonderfully slashy movies.
Notes: This is a drabble, 200 words exactly. (You can count them if you think I'm lying.) I'm not sure if the idea has been done before, as I haven't really read all that much pirate!slash, so I'm sorry if I've inadvertently stolen someone else's plot. This is my first PotC fic, and my first real venture in fanfiction outside my two main fandoms, so I apologize in advance if it's not quite up to par. That said, onto the ficlet.
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Loss
By Angel of Harmony/Harmony/Jen
Jack Sparrow always gets back what he loses.
There were the small things, of course- his hat and gun, his sword and compass- they'd all been returned to him, no matter how many times they'd been seized or dropped to the depths of the bottomless waters.
But there were bigger things, too- his freedom, for one. How many times had he been locked up in a prison or brig, stranded on a lonely isle, or even marched to the gallows, and still managed to escape, to regain the freedom he'd lost? The instances were countless.
And even the Black Pearl, queen of all ships, kept for ten years out of his grasp, had finally returned to his captaincy.
But losing old Bootstrap Bill- that was different. Strapped to a cannon, thrown to the bottom of Davy Jones' locker so far from land, Jack's lover was destined never to return. And it had seemed that, for the first time, Jack Sparrow's loss would not be recovered.
But Jack never believed that, not once. And as he slips his tongue past the supple lips of young Will Turner, his eyes glint with triumph.
Because Jack Sparrow always gets back what he loses.