Title: Shy

Author: j.bryan

Disclaimer: Copyrights for the movie Pirates of the Caribbean belong to Disney.

Author's Notes: The reason it took so long for this chapter is because I'm starting to lose motivation for this fic. This is Chapter 5 of either 8 or 9 so there's still a long way to go.

Song used: "Shy" by Ani DiFranco. All of the songs that have been used or will be used in this fic are by Ani DiFranco

Paring: Jack and Will

Rating: R

the heat is so great
it plays tricks with the eye
it turns the road to water
and then from water to sky
and there's a crack in the concrete floor
and it starts at the sink
there's a bathroom in a gas station
and i've locked myself in it to think



Bodies intertwined. Arms wrapped around torsos. Legs enfolded by legs. Faces locked.


Jack stared into Will's eyelids. They had shut tight hours ago but Jack was unable to sleep. Sleeping wasn't exactly the easiest thing for Jack to do anymore, especially when spending the night with Will. His mind was always swimming with thoughts. Thoughts that kept sleep at bay. There was something about Will's chiseled features that kept Jack from ever turning away.


Sunlight started to seep through the bottom of the window showing the room for what it really was. There were discarded clothes lying all over the room. Some draped over the chair in the corner and some strewn about the desk to the left. He was glad the passion in this relationship was still alive and kicking. After all, a good moan every now and then was the only reason he kept returning to Port Royal. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself.

and back in the city
the sun bakes the trash on the curb
the men are pissing in doorways
and the rats run in herds
i've got a dream of your face
that scares me awake
i put too much on my table
and now i got too much a stake


As the sun slowly rose higher the light crept up the side of the bed and across Will's face. His face seemed to shine to Jack and it made him all the more attracted when his eyes started to drift open.


"Morning already?" Will said groggily.


"Seems as though," was all Jack said in return.


"Do you have to go? You just got here yesterday."


"Mr. Gibbs returned to the ship last night with the cargo we came for. We have other business in other ports, Will." A need for cargo was the excuse he gave Will and his crew for coming to Port Royal so often. There was no need to let them all know the real reason. Especially when Jack wasn't completely sure of the real reason himself.


Will's eyes fell as if he'd come to a conclusion he didn't enjoy. "I should probably get back to shore. Elizabeth will be wondering where I've been all night."


Without even looking at Jack Will unwrapped his arms from Jack's body and stood up. After successfully finding his clothes in the mess Will walked out the door and found the row boat he'd used to get out to the Black Pearl. The early morning sun shone in his newly opened eyes making seeing properly a difficulty.


Jack came out of the cabin after he was sure that Will was off the ship. He watched the blacksmith row back to Port Royal methodically. He knew the boy was tired of having to say goodbye to him so often but what could he do? It's not as if the infamous Jack Sparrow was ever going to give up piracy for a blacksmith in some back water settlement.

and i might let you off easy
yeah i might lead you on
i might wait for you to look for me
and then i might be gone
where i come from and where i'm going
and i'm lost in between
i might go up to that phone booth
and leave a veiled invitation on your machine


There weren't many taverns in Port Royal. Most of the people who resided in the British Settlement were satisfied with a few sips of a good brandy every now and then. Many of the citizens wouldn't be caught dead sitting alone in a dusty pub ordering glass after glass of rum. It was this fact that made it so easy for Jack to spot Will sitting alone in a corner of the Little Plastic Castle Pub.


Will's focus was stuck on his half empty glass so he didn't notice Jack move with his characteristic swagger to a table by him. He leaned up against a chair and waited for Will to notice him. Eventually, however, Jack got impatient so to announce his presence he said "if you're waiting for me to fall it's not going to happen."

and you'll stop me, won't you
if you've heard this one before
the one where i surprise you
by showing up at your front door
saying 'let's not ask what's next,
or how, or why'
i am leaving in the morning
so let's not be shy


A smile creased Will's previously sullen face as he looked up and saw the very man he had been thinking of. "Jack...," was all he could spit out. After the initial shock left he looked the pirate up and down and realized that The Great Captain Jack Sparrow was wearing a cloak with a hood up. "Why are you wearing that?" asked Will, never being one for tact.


After walking over and sitting across the small round table from Will Jack said, "I had been on my way in here earlier when I noticed an old friend of mine enter the tavern." He jerked his head to the far corner where another lone figure was drowning themselves in a drink. "I thought a disguise would be better."


Will craned his neck around Jack to see an ex-commodore looking quite disheveled and unshaven. "Oh Norrington? He's been in here almost as much as I have since he got discharged. You seem to be the reason this pub makes any mon-." A hand beneath the table made him unable to finish his sentence.


"I never was one for much small talk," Jack said as he caressed the inside of Will's thigh.


"Jack we can't here," Will managed to exhale. "Norrington is right over there. Let's go back to the Pearl."


"I don't think I'll be able to make it mate," Jack whispered into Will's ear. "I'll get us a room." With one last inappropriate tempt with his hand Jack stood up and found the bartender.


Will watched as Jack threw a small purse of money at the barkeep and headed upstairs. A little while later the blacksmith headed towards the stairs trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. Once he was out of sight of the only other patron in the bar Will ran up the stairs as fast as he could. After finding the door that was left slightly ajar he entered and found Jack spread out on the bed grasping himself.


"Decided to start without me?" Will said as he lightly pushed the door, not noticing the fact that it never closed completely.

the door opens, the room winces
the housekeeper comes in without a warning
and i squint at the muscular motel lady
say 'hey good morning'
and she jumps, her keys jingle
and she leaves as quick as she came in
and i roll over and taste the pillow with my grin
well, the sheets are twisted and damp
and the heat is so great
and i swear i can feel the mattress
sinking underneath your weight
oh sleep is like a fever
and I'm glad when it ends
and the road flows like a river
and pulls me around every bend


Hours later Jack exited the room and walked down the stairs. An early morning pick-me-up would be mighty fine right about now, he thought to himself. "Barkeep! A shot of rum and don't go anywhere."


"Didn't sleep well last night?" A familiar voice said from behind Jack. The pirates eyes widened as the realization hit but he composed his face before turning around.


"Commodore Norrington. Or is just regular old Norrington now?"


"I'm not a stupid man Jack. I'll admit I've made some stupid mistakes in my past but last night I made the best decision of my life," Norrington said with a sneer.


"And what, pray tell, might that have been?"


Norrington turned his back to Jack and walked to a table. Sitting in an old wooden chair he rested both feet on another. "I happened to catch a little burlesque show here last night. One that might ruin the lives of more then one person."


"How much do you know?" Jack asked suddenly more interested in what the man had to say.


"Enough. The real question here though is what this information is worth to you, Mr. Sparrow."


Jack could see where this conversation was going and he didn't like it one bit. He knew he didn't have much to lose. If Norrington spread around what he saw Jack could just lift anchor and sail away. It was Will and Elizabeth that stood to lose here. "What do you want?"


"I haven't forgotten the days of when I was Commodore, Jack. My mission now is the same one it was then: to put an end to piracy. Now I may not have a fleet behind me to sink your ship but there is more then one way to skin a cat, as it were. I want you and your sorry excuse for a crew to leave Port Royal and never return," after a brief pause for effect he continued with his terms. "On top of that, I never want to hear of either The Black Pearl or Captain Jack Sparrow ever ransacking a settlement or committing any other type of piracy. If I do, then your bedfellow and his fiancé are going to have a pretty big weight dropped on their shoulders. Do I make myself clear?"


"Crystal," was all Jack said as his face crossed with an obviously faux smile.


"Excellent. I'll give you until tomorrow morning to come to me with your answer. I shall see you then."

the heat is so great
it plays tricks with the eye
it turns road to water
and water to sky
and there's a crack in the concrete floor
and it starts at the sink
there's a bathroom in a gas station
and i've locked myself
in it to think

and you'll stop me, won't you...