Disclaimer: I own nothing. None of the characters, nothing.
Pairing : Implied W/J. No slash yet , but we're getting there!
Notes: I can't write a really good battle scene - it's one of those visual
things. Please forgive for that. As always feedback (good, bad and ugly)
is appreciated for this fledgling fic writer.
Hammering. Someone was hammering on an anvil and it was really hurting Will Turner's senses. He opened his eyes slowly and realized the noise was inside his own head, and his mouth felt as though it was filled with sand. Groaning and clutching his head he sat up, trying to focus his eyes and figure out where he was and how he'd gotten there. He had dim memory of sitting on deck last night with Jack, and something about a bottle, but after that it was all fuzzy.
He emerged on deck into brilliant sunlight that made his eyes hurt. He caught a glimpse of Anamaria who had an incredibly wicked grin on her face as she called out, "OY! He's alive!". "Please don't shout," Will begged as he staggered towards the rail, not sure if the deck was rolling beneath his feet or if it was just his legs, and not noticing the smiles of the crew. Anamaria moved to his side, "Rough night mate?" "Rum, " he groaned, "Is the devils drink."
"Aye it is, especially when one drinks with a devil such as Jack Sparrow, although I will admit you're the first one I've seen to come out of his cabin looking less than satisfied after an evening with him," she peered into his face, "Was the night not rough enough for ye?" It took Will a moment to grasp through his pounding headache what she was saying, "You think Jack...that I...that we....." "No need to stutter lad," she grinned wickedly moving off and calling over her shoulder, " And don't forget it's your turn aloft this morning." "Bloody pirates" Will muttered, stumbling towards the rigging and beginning to climb slowly upwards.
An hours worth of sea air caused the pounding in his head to stop, and as he scanned the horizon he thought on what Anamaria had said. He had woken up in Jack's bed, and apparently he wasn't the first person to have done so. "Jealous?" a voice in his head whispered, "He's a pirate, not a priest." and just what right did he have to be jealous - Jack didn't belong to him no more than Elizabeth had. With a start Will realized this was the first time he had thought about Elizabeth in days. She had been perfect to Will since the day he first saw her - she was everything that was good and decent, whereas Jack - Jack was freedom and adventure, and something more. That's why he couldn't have let him hang that day in Port Royal, that's why he dove into the sea after Jack; he hadn't been following his head he'd been following his heart.
He snapped out of his thoughts as he noticed sails on the horizon. Quickly Will scrambled down the rigging yelling out "Ship, straight ahead!". The crew ran to the rails as Jack quickly came above deck with his spyglass trained on the ship. "Well done lad, it's a merchant ship. The Resolute by name, it appears," Jack snapped the glass closed, "All hands on deck! Prepare to fire!"
The Pearl closed rapidly upon the merchant vessel, which attempted to fire it's few guns with little success. A few men with muskets were on deck shooting at the Pearl's crew as the ships drew alongside each other. "Prepare for boarding!" Jack shouted, turning to Will, "Now lad, it's your first boarding so stay behind and watch - and try not to do anything stupid, savvy?" Will watched as the crew from the Pearl swarmed aboard the Resolute, cutlasses flashing and guns blazing. His heart began to pound - he realized he couldn't stand here and watch. With sword drawn he grabbed a rope and swung aboard the Resolute, locking swords with the first person he came across and not even noticing the look of anger that came across Jack's face as he saw Will on deck.
What their was of a fight was very short, the crew of the Resolute knowing they couldn't begin to match the pirates as they threw down their weapons. Quickly they were tied together on deck as the pirates loaded their cargo onto the Pearl. Jack removed his hat and gave an exaggerated bow to the captain of the Resolute, "We thank you gentlemen for your goods. This is the day you will always remember you were beaten by Captain Jack Sparrow."
Back on the Pearl the crew opened various boxes and crates, dividing up the spoils and beginning the celebration. "MR. TURNER!" Jacks voice rang out in a fury, causing everyone to stop and look up, "Did I not tell you to remain about the Pearl?" "Well yes, but I thought-" Jack grabbed Will by the shirt, his eyes blazing with anger,"You do not think aboard this ship unless the Captain says so. If you ever disobey me again you'll find yourself on an island with a pistol. Do I make myself clear?" He released Will, turned, and walked into his cabin. The activity on deck resumed with a stunned Will wondering what had just happened. Hesitantly Will walked towards the door to Jack's cabin and knocked.
"Come in," the voice called with anger still in it's voice. Shaking a little Will opened the door, wondering what had gotten into the usually unflappable Jack Sparrow.
Hammering. Someone was hammering on an anvil and it was really hurting Will Turner's senses. He opened his eyes slowly and realized the noise was inside his own head, and his mouth felt as though it was filled with sand. Groaning and clutching his head he sat up, trying to focus his eyes and figure out where he was and how he'd gotten there. He had dim memory of sitting on deck last night with Jack, and something about a bottle, but after that it was all fuzzy.
He emerged on deck into brilliant sunlight that made his eyes hurt. He caught a glimpse of Anamaria who had an incredibly wicked grin on her face as she called out, "OY! He's alive!". "Please don't shout," Will begged as he staggered towards the rail, not sure if the deck was rolling beneath his feet or if it was just his legs, and not noticing the smiles of the crew. Anamaria moved to his side, "Rough night mate?" "Rum, " he groaned, "Is the devils drink."
"Aye it is, especially when one drinks with a devil such as Jack Sparrow, although I will admit you're the first one I've seen to come out of his cabin looking less than satisfied after an evening with him," she peered into his face, "Was the night not rough enough for ye?" It took Will a moment to grasp through his pounding headache what she was saying, "You think Jack...that I...that we....." "No need to stutter lad," she grinned wickedly moving off and calling over her shoulder, " And don't forget it's your turn aloft this morning." "Bloody pirates" Will muttered, stumbling towards the rigging and beginning to climb slowly upwards.
An hours worth of sea air caused the pounding in his head to stop, and as he scanned the horizon he thought on what Anamaria had said. He had woken up in Jack's bed, and apparently he wasn't the first person to have done so. "Jealous?" a voice in his head whispered, "He's a pirate, not a priest." and just what right did he have to be jealous - Jack didn't belong to him no more than Elizabeth had. With a start Will realized this was the first time he had thought about Elizabeth in days. She had been perfect to Will since the day he first saw her - she was everything that was good and decent, whereas Jack - Jack was freedom and adventure, and something more. That's why he couldn't have let him hang that day in Port Royal, that's why he dove into the sea after Jack; he hadn't been following his head he'd been following his heart.
He snapped out of his thoughts as he noticed sails on the horizon. Quickly Will scrambled down the rigging yelling out "Ship, straight ahead!". The crew ran to the rails as Jack quickly came above deck with his spyglass trained on the ship. "Well done lad, it's a merchant ship. The Resolute by name, it appears," Jack snapped the glass closed, "All hands on deck! Prepare to fire!"
The Pearl closed rapidly upon the merchant vessel, which attempted to fire it's few guns with little success. A few men with muskets were on deck shooting at the Pearl's crew as the ships drew alongside each other. "Prepare for boarding!" Jack shouted, turning to Will, "Now lad, it's your first boarding so stay behind and watch - and try not to do anything stupid, savvy?" Will watched as the crew from the Pearl swarmed aboard the Resolute, cutlasses flashing and guns blazing. His heart began to pound - he realized he couldn't stand here and watch. With sword drawn he grabbed a rope and swung aboard the Resolute, locking swords with the first person he came across and not even noticing the look of anger that came across Jack's face as he saw Will on deck.
What their was of a fight was very short, the crew of the Resolute knowing they couldn't begin to match the pirates as they threw down their weapons. Quickly they were tied together on deck as the pirates loaded their cargo onto the Pearl. Jack removed his hat and gave an exaggerated bow to the captain of the Resolute, "We thank you gentlemen for your goods. This is the day you will always remember you were beaten by Captain Jack Sparrow."
Back on the Pearl the crew opened various boxes and crates, dividing up the spoils and beginning the celebration. "MR. TURNER!" Jacks voice rang out in a fury, causing everyone to stop and look up, "Did I not tell you to remain about the Pearl?" "Well yes, but I thought-" Jack grabbed Will by the shirt, his eyes blazing with anger,"You do not think aboard this ship unless the Captain says so. If you ever disobey me again you'll find yourself on an island with a pistol. Do I make myself clear?" He released Will, turned, and walked into his cabin. The activity on deck resumed with a stunned Will wondering what had just happened. Hesitantly Will walked towards the door to Jack's cabin and knocked.
"Come in," the voice called with anger still in it's voice. Shaking a little Will opened the door, wondering what had gotten into the usually unflappable Jack Sparrow.