Title: May This Season Never Grow Old.
Author: Saitaina
Rating: G-PG
Pairing: Slight Jack/Will
Genre: Fluffy stuff (I don't think this has a
category)
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, as well
as all of its characters, events, places, and
plot points, are property of Disney. This is
a non-profit fanwork for entertainment
purposes only, and does not in any way take
money away from Pirates of the Caribbean: The
Curse of the Black Pearl, or its owners. In
fact, if anything, it encourages viewership
and the purchase of merchandise. And all that
jazz.
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Summary: It's beginning to look a lot like
Christmas....
Author's Notes: First of all, people wanted a
happy fic so here's my best shot. Secondly,
yes I know it's July but I'm hot and want it
to be Christmas already.
***
Christmas is coming, I can tell by the smiles
I remember the snowflakes that fell from the sky
And covered the village that lay sleeping below
Thank goodness this season will never grow old
Will sighed contently, watching the waves lap at the hull of the
Pearl, the sun shining down on him, warming him as did the
feeling of the season. God rest ye merry
gentleman, may none of you dismay He sung
softly, smiling to himself.
Jack watched as young Turner sung Christmas carols off key,
shaking his head. Since the beginning of December the young
man had been growing more and morejolly. It brought a
smile to his face and that was a rare thing around Christmas time.
Gibbs hummed softly as he mended the crews clothes, stitching in
time with Will's singing, memories of his own Christmas past
coming to him, brining a smile to his face. Memories of his son's
smiles and his daughter's laughter that last Christmas they
shared together.
Will turned away from the side and smiled at Gibbs before taking
up his work, stitching a pair of Jack's pants. He was
still new to the art of needle work and more often then not ended
up stabbing himself. So what are we doing for
Christmas? He asked, not noticing Gibbs look.
I look through my window well into the night
Watching and waiting and hoping I might
See one little reindeer fly through the snow
Thank goodness the season will never grow old
***Past***
Jack growled as he was forced to his knees, blinking up through
bloodied and swollen eyes at his first mate who was lounging on
deck, next to the wheel of the ship, acting as if he were the
king of the world.
Barbosa stretched out in his chair, smiling at Jack. Happy
Christmas, young Jack. He said, grinning more as two deck
hands grabbed the former captain and lead him to the side of the
ship. Happy Christmas to all! Barbosa called,
taking a swig of rum, watching as they shoved Jack overboard,
tossing his gun and sword after him, laughing.
Jack spit out a stream of water as he surfaced, glaring up at the
hull of his ship, HIS ship, that was sailing away without him. He
reached his bound hands down to his boot, sliding out his hidden
dagger, using his mouth and hands and a few curses to slit the
grimy rope holding his hands together before diving again,
surfacing with his gun and sword, glaring at his ship again
before swimming towards the nearest bit a land, revenge forming
in his mind.
Hours later he sway drunkenly with the palm trees, sloshing rum
all over himself. "Yingle hells, Yingle hells, yingle all
the way, oh what fun it to ride a one force open day....Yingle
hells, yingle hells, yingle all the WAYYYYYYYYYYYYY! I
swear to the gods, one of these days I'm going to shove this
bottle right up your...hay."
Christmas is coming, may joy fill your home
And the spirit be with you wherever you go
We don't celebrate Christmas on this ship.
That was all Jack had said as he passed by Will to check on the
lines, causing Will to falter mid carol, frowning. He had
questioned Gibbs but the man refused to awnser him as to why.
In fact everyone was strangely quiet on the subject, even Ana who
had a tendency to talk about anything so long as it would piss of
Jack.
Will sighed, stairing out his cabin window. Okay so it was just
another day but still, he was a child of Christmas, one of those
that no matter how old he became, he would always be about five
when Christmas time came around. –No Christmas?
What a terrible thing.- He thought, sighing softly, running
a finger over the window pane.
Jack sighed as he sat on the edge of the boat, stairing out over
the waters of the Caribbean, taking a swig from his rum bottle,
memories of his last Christmas, well, the last Christmas he
celebrated, flowing through his mind.
You should forget about the past. Gibbs said softly
from behind him, putting his hand on the rail, leaning out a bit.
You've got your future here on this boatlook
towards that, not what a dead idiot did to you.
Trees with full branches were the first ones to go
I remember the children who came to the door
And sang out the carols we all used to know
Thank goodness this season will never grow old
Jack swayed a bit as his feet hit solid ground and frowned,
realizing he was swaying and the ground wasn't. He
shrugged and headed for the main street of the port city, eyes
glancing about for what he was intended to find.
Gibbs looked down at his list and frowned before shaking his head
and giving his order to the clerk, smiling at the raised eyebrow
as the man looked the list over, then looked him over.
Just fill it mate, we're good for it.
I'm sure you are. The clerk said before shaking
his head and going back to the order, stocking the bags and boxes
with the needed items.
The two senior partners met back up at the ship, each going over
what the other had, child-like grins on their faces as they
realized the plan might actually work.
All round the fire, the warmth of the flame
Tip-toeing softly trying not to awake
The ones who lay waiting for good things you know
Thank goodness this season will never grow old
Will yawned, stretching as he headed into his cabin after a
midnight shift. He hated watch duty at midnight, there was
nothing out there and twice he almost fell asleep and fell off
the side of the ship. It was boring.
He went to remove his boots but stopped, frowning at the trail of
garland in front of him. Straitening, his eyes slowly
traveled up the Christmas Tree, from trunk to smiling angel, not
seeing, not understanding. He blinked at it for a few
minutes before his eyes found other things such as holly and
mistletoe strung about the cabin, candy canes dangling from
the oddest places, cranberry wreaths and sugar plum bowls
wherever there was room. Presents were heaped under the
tree, shiny and ribboned, waiting for their new owner to tear
into them.
Will blinked at it all, confused and a little shocked, making
sure for a moment this was actually his room before stairing at
everything once more, trying to figure it all out.
A small laugh came from the door and Will turned around, blinking
at Jack, wonder and confusion in his eyes.
Jack smiled softly and moved closer to Will, bending in to kiss
him oh so gently on the nose. Happy Christmas,
William. He said softly.
William said back, amazement
coursing through him as he sat next to the Christmas tree with
Jack, running a finger lightly over the mound of presents the
crew had given him.
A tiny angel, with an even tinier pirate hat and sword smiled
down at them, her arms open wide in love and welcome.
Christmas is coming, may joy fill your home
And the spirit be with you wherever you go
