Call Me Captain Part Two: Silver and Gold

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Note: Tried not to make Will a pansy. Successful for the most part, I think. j/k

Note 2: Yes, I am a Moulin Rouge! fan and I admit to stealing a certain line from a certain song and adding it to this chapter. hehe

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Jack watched Elizabeth walk from the chamber and into the shadows of the cavern tunnel. She was gone. Silence floated around the room and weighed the air down so that it seemed bitter in taste. Not a movement passed between the two men and the room became tense with anticipation of breath and movement.

Jack smiled smugly and clapped his hands together, the clinking of his rings and the slap of palm to palm sending a shiver throughout the silent cave. "What did you want to talk to me about, mate?" Jack shrugged his shoulders and rubbed his hands together, as if in a private corner of a tavern and having a drink in hand. However, his drinking mate was not of the usual kind. Jack arched an eyebrow as Will's lanky body snapped out of its trance and took a few steps forward. His eyebrows were sharpened downwards and his lower lip was pulled up tightly.

"Why don't I just let you talk, Jack. All these little secrets need no further introduction. A kiss seems appropriate enough for that," Will said, still stepping forward to where Jack was standing. His voice carried a taunting tone and Jack found his tipsy smile wavering with the exaggerated civil-ness of young Will.

Jack paused and brought a finger up to his lips; his eyes rolled up as if in deep thought and he quickly searched for an answer, any answer, that would stop the boy from stalking towards him with his eyes glinting.

"Well, you see, lad, Elizabeth and I took a little vacation on that island," he explained with his arms flinging open, "and we became the Governor and Governess of the Isle, which we lovingly call the 'Isle O'Rum'- "

Will stopped his stalking. His brown eyes slitted dangerously at Jack.

"So you got her drunk!" Will's mouth was now contorted in a vicious scowl. "Of course the famed Jack Sparrow-"

"Cap'n, if you please," interjected Jack. He wished he had not for Will's eyes opened wide and burned with a withheld wrath.

"Excuse me, Captain Jack Sparrow, couldn't fancy a night without a bottle of rum in his hand and a woman in the other!" Will had taken another step forward and Jack found it prudent to take a step backwards.

"Now, that's not giving enough credit to dear Elizabeth, mate," he lamely put-out, "we just talked." He took a deep breath and forced his itching lips back downwards. It was hard not to grin in remembrance.

" 'Tell me another story,'" Jack had asked Elizabeth before their lips had crushed upon each other's. He felt a soft flush speed up his neck and fan out upon his tan face at thought.

"She's an excellent story teller," Jack flippantly said to himself, unable to keep the memories from resurfacing for a moment.

In his musing, he had taken his eyes off of Will's and when he met the raging brown eyes again, he dashed backwards as Will was now moving towards him with Jack's dropped sword in hand.

"I thought we said no swords, mate!" Jack aptly stepped over a small chest as he made his way away from the fuming youth and burning sword.

"I thought I could trust you, Jack," Will said in an almost too calm voice. Jack watched as his hand gripped tighter on the hilt of the sword.

"And you still can, lad, I'm still Jack," he said, holding his arms and palms out in front of his chest in chance of stopping the advancing boy.

"You always will be. Now tell me, do you love her?" Will's voice shook with a mixture of hostility, contempt, and worry.

"What," Jack asked, his eyes unblinking.

"Wrong answer," Will hissed before leaping forward at the pirate. Jack felt his back hit a stone wall. Will's sword was now pressed across his throat and the boy breathed down his neck in hurried breaths.

"Will, Will, cease and desist," Jack commanded weakly, his back pressed against the wall so hard that not a space away from the fuming lad was being wasted. He kept his hands at his side for movement would no doubt provoke the boy to slit his throat the quicker.

"I will not be commanded by a dirty pirate," Will cried, his face burning scarlet. He pressed the sword harder upon Jack's open neck. "Tell me! Do you love her?"

"With all my heart," Jack said quickly, not wasting a moment for consideration.

Will's hand faltered and his lips moved but no words came from them. His eyes had changed from burning with hatred to burning with thought. Jack waited as patient as a man could be against a wall with a sword to the neck.

"And you never took advantage of her," Will finally spoke, the anger in his eyes now back.

"Of course, never. Mutual relations," Jack spit out quickly and feared for what Will would take 'mutual relations.'

Will shook his head and he whispered, "I cannot believe it."

"Well-,"

"Be quiet!" Will's eyes now bore down upon Jack's. Jack stared back directly without flinching. His mouth closed quickly.

Will paused and considered again, then posed another question, "what now?"

Jack pursed his lips together then opened them quickly with a pop. "Well, you could put that bloody sword away and I could get back to my ship-,"

"No," Will exclaimed, pressing the sword firmly upon Jack's throat so that Jack had to take smaller breaths in order to avoid the direct cut of the blade. The cold steel bore into his flesh and he bit his lip as the pain flashed each time a breath moved his throat but a little further into the blade.

"What will you do about her," asked Will.

"Um," Jack gasped slightly, feeling the cold metal of his own sword scratch his throat. "Live?"

"What do you mean 'live'," Will asked with a startled tone.

"Pearl," Jack whispered and cringed as the movement of words pushed his flesh into the sword again.

"Live with her on the Pearl? What if she doesn't want to resign her life to piracy?" Will arched an eyebrow.

"Come," Jack gasped, "what may."

"Will you always love her," Will asked hotly, "as much as you do your ship?" His voice had taken on that challenging tone again.

"More so," Jack whispered and held his breath against the sword's pressure.

"Will you live each day for her and protect her? Protect her from harm and from yourself if need be?"

"Yes."

"Will you devout yourself to making her happy?"

"Yes."

"Will you respectfully give her your whole heart?"

"Yes."

"Meaning no other women, no rape, nothing."

"Yes."

"Will you lay off the rum?" Will asked with a different twinkle in his eye. Jack could have sworn he saw the faintest trace of a smile upon the boy's face.

"Try."

"That's all I can ask for then" Will said, dropping the sword from Jack's neck. Jack gasped for a long breath of air and he rubbed his neck gratefully. He looked up at the boy and saw that a hand was being held out.

"Jack, do you promise to love her, protect her, and cherish her with each passing sunrise and sunset? Because if you don't I'll hunt you down and finish what I began here."

Jack took the boy's hand and shook it dramatically. "Guess I should be saying 'I do' then," Jack said with an impish smile and a wink. The idea suddenly sent a blush across his tanned cheeks and a anxious feeling fluttered his heart. He began walking again, in order to hide his face.

"Well, then, I respect Elizabeth and whatever man that can make her happy," Will said, coming up to meet Jack's stride with a smile that seemed to erase all past scowls and threats.

"That'd be yourself, too, lad. She was adamant about saving you," Jack said, clapping the boy's back and taking his sword from Will's hand. He sheathed it and walked with Will to the tunnel's entrance.

Will nodded. "Aren't you going to be taking anything," Will asked suddenly before they left the huge cavern. He spun around and held his hands out to showcase the mounds of gold and silver that were heaped in the room.

Jack looked upon the treasure with disinterest. "I'll send the crew back so they can pick up whatever they want. Don't really feel like adorning myself with treasure at the moment."

"Someone once told me that not all treasure was silver and gold," Will smiled as he walked through the tunnel with Jack.

Jack laughed and stopped as they reached the boats. His treasure sat upon a rock and asked with a crooked smile what had taken the two men so long.

Nothing could sparkle more brilliantly than Elizabeth's golden brown eyes and nothing could cause his heart to flutter more than those eyes upon his face. Gold, silver, silk, copper, or even a ship beneath his feet were the treasures of past. He had pursued each sparkling horizon for them, day after day.

How easily can the heart turn. What once was simple pleasure of flesh and blood was now the very sunrise and sunset he had sailed into each day.

Indeed, not everything worth living for was silver and gold.

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