Disclaimer: I own no characters. I own nothing that Disney owns.
Pairing: No real pairing yet, but I'm getting there! No slash yet either -
good things come to those who wait!
Notes: There will be more chapters - I'm still building into this one.
This is only my second real fic series; so all feedback is welcome and
appreciated.
Chapter 2
Over the next few weeks Will learned what it was to be a pirate, and so far it wasn't very exciting. Under the guidance of a friendly Gibbs and hostile Anamaria he learned to mend sails, climb rigging and swab a lot of deck. Slowly the ship began to seem like home, especially at night when Will would lay on the deck under the stars finding a peace he'd never known before.
"Dreaming about the fair Miss Swann?" Jack's voice cut into his thoughts one night. Will sat up as the pirate sat on the deck with a bottle of rum clutched in hand, which he passed to Will. "Ye be doing fine on the sailing part of being a pirate, now you need to learn to drink like one." Will took a sip of the rum and grimaced as it trickled down his throat while Jack hid a grin. "You drink like a blacksmith," Jack stated as he took a deep drink. "She's probably Mrs. Norrington right now," Will said softly taking a longer drink from the bottle and handing back to Jack. "Aye lad, that she probably is. I was pulling for him all along to win the lady," Jack took another deep drink and enjoyed the expression of shock on Will's face, "Face it mate, you would've never been happy tied down to smithy and strumpet, savvy? " "Jack Sparrow, what -" "That's Captain Jack Sparrow" "Captain Jack Sparrow then, " Will took another long drink of the rum," What makes you think you know what would make me happy?" "You're the son of Bootstrap Bill. He was no more for a land life than you are. Pirate is in your blood, boy and you need to be squaring with that." "I seem to recall you saying that to me once as I hung off the pole thingy.."Jack noticed that with each drink of rum Will's words became more slurred, "On our way to rescue.wait..what was her name?" Jack stood and picked Will up by the arms, "All right lad, you've had enough to drink." "You know, thish rums not sho bad," Will hiccupped as Jack maneuvered him towards his cabin, kicking open the door with a foot and shutting it behind them. With another loud hiccup Will passed out leaning heavily against the older pirate, his face buried in his shoulder. Jack could feel Will's breath against his chest and found himself trembling for a moment. Gently he ran his hand across Will's face enjoying the softness that he had only imagined, he stopped himself from going any further. True the lad was passed out cold but Jack wanted him awake and aware, and was willing to wait.
Jack gently laid the passed out blacksmith on the bed and walked out of the cabin to take the helm from Mr. Cotton. He had his first love the Black Pearl under his command and soon he would have young Mr. Turner under him as well. With a grin Jack thought of everything that implied as he began to sing softly "Drink up me 'earties yo ho!"
Chapter 2
Over the next few weeks Will learned what it was to be a pirate, and so far it wasn't very exciting. Under the guidance of a friendly Gibbs and hostile Anamaria he learned to mend sails, climb rigging and swab a lot of deck. Slowly the ship began to seem like home, especially at night when Will would lay on the deck under the stars finding a peace he'd never known before.
"Dreaming about the fair Miss Swann?" Jack's voice cut into his thoughts one night. Will sat up as the pirate sat on the deck with a bottle of rum clutched in hand, which he passed to Will. "Ye be doing fine on the sailing part of being a pirate, now you need to learn to drink like one." Will took a sip of the rum and grimaced as it trickled down his throat while Jack hid a grin. "You drink like a blacksmith," Jack stated as he took a deep drink. "She's probably Mrs. Norrington right now," Will said softly taking a longer drink from the bottle and handing back to Jack. "Aye lad, that she probably is. I was pulling for him all along to win the lady," Jack took another deep drink and enjoyed the expression of shock on Will's face, "Face it mate, you would've never been happy tied down to smithy and strumpet, savvy? " "Jack Sparrow, what -" "That's Captain Jack Sparrow" "Captain Jack Sparrow then, " Will took another long drink of the rum," What makes you think you know what would make me happy?" "You're the son of Bootstrap Bill. He was no more for a land life than you are. Pirate is in your blood, boy and you need to be squaring with that." "I seem to recall you saying that to me once as I hung off the pole thingy.."Jack noticed that with each drink of rum Will's words became more slurred, "On our way to rescue.wait..what was her name?" Jack stood and picked Will up by the arms, "All right lad, you've had enough to drink." "You know, thish rums not sho bad," Will hiccupped as Jack maneuvered him towards his cabin, kicking open the door with a foot and shutting it behind them. With another loud hiccup Will passed out leaning heavily against the older pirate, his face buried in his shoulder. Jack could feel Will's breath against his chest and found himself trembling for a moment. Gently he ran his hand across Will's face enjoying the softness that he had only imagined, he stopped himself from going any further. True the lad was passed out cold but Jack wanted him awake and aware, and was willing to wait.
Jack gently laid the passed out blacksmith on the bed and walked out of the cabin to take the helm from Mr. Cotton. He had his first love the Black Pearl under his command and soon he would have young Mr. Turner under him as well. With a grin Jack thought of everything that implied as he began to sing softly "Drink up me 'earties yo ho!"