Lys Summers
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A gentle breeze.
It played across his features, moving rapidly for a moment before slowing down to a leisurely pace, teasing him with cool caresses on skin still damp with sweat. It whispered into his ear, telling him of the places it came from, the things it had seen; still following at the heels of yesterday it would never stop moving, not even on the morrow. It called to him, then – that promise of adventures, of something new, something unexpected… it was a song that he knew by heart, something that beckoned him; he felt it in his very bones, and it's tune flowed as did his blood.
A gentle humming.
"drink up, me hearties… yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me…"
Will didn't bother to turn as the rough voice echoed through the dark, lazily quoting words that didn't even begin to describe… this. Head tilted upwards with eyes shut to the sky, Will Turner stood still, that taunting wind through his hair, the smell of wood and of water and of life assaulting him in his moment of respite.
A gentle smile.
Jack paced up behind this man, a hand negligently coming to rest on his shoulder, leaning over him to take in the calm waters of the midnight sea. Looking at the serene expression on that face, Jack Sparrow allowed himself a grin, reveling in the call of the ocean, one that he would be only too glad to answer.
"Where will it be tomorrow, then? Someplace new, I expect – that's where you'll want to be."
Opening his eyes, Will's smile grew as he let out a sigh. "Yes. That's what I want."
And it was.
Too long within walls, he could not hear it. His life had been one of normalcy, one that any respectable gentleman would be proud to call his own. At one time, it had been enough. He had thought it was everything – the stability, the respect… the love. Too long, had he spent without hearing the call on the sea breezes. But when it found him, he turned his back, he tried to walk away. Once he had felt it's playful touch he tried to return to his old life. He had it then, what he wanted. What he had wanted since the day he first learnt his lot in that town. In those walls.
But it could hold him no longer.
In his blood, he felt the call. He heard those words, that song – it's pulse was as much a part of him as his own. He had known what it was to truly live in that moment, in that glorious time without rules and without fear. Well, maybe there was fear, but it didn't matter. You had your sword, and a ship when you were lucky, and it was all you needed, save yourself.
"…yo ho, a pirate's life for me…"
A soft voice.
"It is, you know."
Jack tightened his grip on Will's shoulder, his other hand fitting on the curve of his waist. "Course. You wouldn't have come back otherwise, now would ya?"
In the night with the cool air and the waves and him, it was that simple. It's what he, Will Turner, was – and there were just no two ways about it.
"No. I wouldn't have, would I?"
A soft kiss.
And the ship sailed on, moving to meet the next day and whatever it might bring. What it was didn't matter, because half the fun was in getting there, anyway.
And the wind whispered in the chill night's air.
a pirate's life for me
It was a gentle breeze.
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