Chapter Three To Will's

Jack was lying in his bed, sulking. He looked at the rum bottle next to him, with desire in his eyes.

There was one problem: the bottle was empty.

He'd drunk it in Tortuga. And since they were sailing to Port Royale, Anamaria forbid him to drink so much as a drop of the wonderful liquor.

She also kept an annoyingly close watch on the other bottles and barrels of rum.

Jack was mad at himself as well. Why on sodding earth had he listened to Anamaria?

He was the Captain, after all. He could've easily commanded her to chase away the strumpets.

Thinking about it, he could command her to give him his rum. But she'd probably slap him in his face. And he couldn't risk losing her - she was a great steersman. Steerswoman.

Oh, bloody hell.

Suddenly somebody knocked on his door.

'What?!' Jack asked crossly.

'Captain, can I come in?' It was Gibbs.

'Yeah, whatever.'

Gibbs came in, and Jack saw he had to fight back the urge to smile at the sight of the sober pirate Captain.

'Captain, we're almost at Port Royale. I think ye had better take over the helm.'

Jack frowned and got up, following Gibbs to the deck.

~

A few hours later, they had moored at the bay Jack had mentioned.

Jack was now searching for Will's house. He stood in front of the blacksmith, wondering if Will lived here.

He didn't really dare going inside, not wanting to be hit on the head by the other blacksmith again.

Suddenly he saw two redcoats coming 'round the corner, chatting merrily. Without a thought, he opened the blacksmith's door and hid inside.

'Who's there?'

Jack looked around, and saw a worried Will.

He smirked, and stepped out of the shadows.

He poked Will in the back with his sword.

'Surrender, or die a terrible death, me young enemy!'

Will literally jumped a few inches and turned around, looking scared.

When he recognised Jack, his lips curled into a beaming smile.

'Jack! What - how -'

Jack grinned.

'Not now, Will. It's great to see ye. How are ye?'

'I'm perfect! I've got a lot of things to tell you - But how are you? '

'Fine, fine, as usual, ye know.'

'Let's go to my house.'

Jack smirked.

'A wonderful idea. So ye got yerself a nice cozy house? Are ye married with that bonnie lass of yers, Elizabeth?'

Will blushed and nodded.

'She's, well, I love her, Jack. She's the most gorgeous woman I know.'

'Obviously,' Jack smiled, 'Or else ye wouldn't have married her. I reckon she's very good to ye.'

Will answered by a huge smile, and went outside.

'Hopefully she be better to ye than to me on that rotten island,' Jack muttered under his breath, closing the door behind him.

~

Arriving at Will's house, Jack whistled.

It was rather big and white. It looked like the Governor's house, it was only smaller and it had more decorations; more fancy curls and more fat cherubs.

'Pretty house, son. Nice an' big. Bought with plundered gold?' He winked, and Will laughed.

'Well, the governor has been really kind to us, and Elizabeth, she fell in love with this house.'

They went inside, and Jack whistled again.

'The governor has been really kind indeed. This is somethin' else than me cabin at the Pearl.'

'Jack, how long are you planning to stay here?'

'Already wanna get rid of me? I be plannin' to stay here fer three days.'

'Well, you can stay with us if you want to.'

Jack smiled.

'I luv to. But doesn't yer lass object? I dunno if she likes to have me 'round.'

'Of course she does like it - she doesn't hate you, Jack.'

Jack looked as if he doubted it.

'Well, she didn't even wanna have sex with me on that bloody island,' Jack muttered under his breath.

Will looked at him curiously.

'Did you say something?'

'I said: 'Where is she anyway?' ' Jack answered innocently.

'She's gone with her father - he wants to buy her a new dress. But do you want something to eat?'

A few moments later, he was gnawing off a large drumstick.

'Fiz iz vewwy goow,'

'I beg your pardon?,' Will said polite.

Jack swallowed and spoke again.

'I said, this is very-'

Somebody knocked on the door. Jack looked around, anxious.

Will grabbed the plate and the cup Jack had been eating of, and brought quickly to the kitchen, calling:

'Jack! Go upstairs, and hide somewhere!'

He nodded, and ran upstairs, tripping over several carpets as he did.

When he was upstairs, he heard the voices of Elizabeth and the governor.

He began to eavesdrop at the top of the stairs.

'Would you like some tea, mr. Swann?'

'Well, why not, Will.'

Jack rolled his eyes. Typically something for Will to do. Inviting someone who could easily condemn Jack to death for some tea party, while Jack himself was near.

He walked softly to one of the rooms and opened the door.

Hm. Odd room. Everything in pastel shades. Light blue, light pink, lilac - it made Jack a bit sick.

Suddenly he noticed something in the middle of the room.

When he looked inside it, he began to scream.