Author's Notes: This is an Update, due to my Beta-reader Willow, who so kindly and and freely corrects my work. ^^ I'm going on working, even if there weren't any new chapters uploaded until now. Soon. Soon it's going to be all slashy goodness.



Unforgivable sinner



Everything ought to be fine. The sun was coming up over the coast of Port Royal as always, bathing the sea in golden rays of light, breaking in the several small waves playing around the shore.

Will took in a breath of the fresh, clean air once again. He couldn't quite figure out what brought him to his feet that early. Perhaps it was because he'd gotten used to it. He had to clean up the smithy quite early and had to start his work. And after all, Jack Sparrow would've never let him rest that long.

Captain Jack Sparrow. It was strange, that every now and then, the thoughts of Jack Sparrow would cross his mind. Well, perhaps it wasn't that strange at all. After all, he'd spent a lot of time with that man on the same ship, the same island, fighting the same pirates. But now that had gone. He was no longer a pirate, not even Elizabeth could pretend that. But he wished he was. What had disappeared over the walls of the fort into the water had not only been a good pirate, but also a good man.

Will had to smirk when that words crossed his mind. Right. He had gone back to normal, but it wasn't that easy. It wasn't as easy as that, going back to normal after the rough wind out there on the sea and blown onto him and he'd seen Captain Jack Sparrow stand up there with his compass that wouldn't show north. Will made a few steps into the water, just to feel it brand around his feet, that were bare. He couldn't deny it. He missed the sea. He missed the crazy crew. He missed... Well, he was not quite sure if he missed Jack Sparrow. Well, in some ways he surely did but not that affectionate. Rather like... it would be fun to see that glint in his eye and to see him turn his head towards Will and smirk to him and Will would know that there was some kind of crazy idea on his mind again. Will could nearly see the pirates face in his thoughts and smiled to himself...'So why won't you join them again?'

The smile got wiped off his face by this thoughts and he made his way out of the water again, cursing himself for letting his mind trail off. He couldn't. He just couldn't join them, since he had responsibility here. Going back to the sea, to them, would mean becoming a real pirate and this was surely not what Elizabeth wanted. She was happy to have had her adventure. Now she was back in the safe haven, had tales to tell, and she had Will, finally, she didn't seem to have the urge to get out there again. Besides, she got to know that Pirates weren't that comfortable company, not even Captain Jack Sparrow. There he was again. Damn that man. He was a thief, would creep in everywhere. Even in Will's thoughts.

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He stuck his chin out in the wind and enjoyed the feeling of the mast slightly swaying beneath him. It was only then Anna-Maria called and so he sighed softly, and with a slightly swaying, but elegant movement, he grabbed a rope and slid down the mast until he landed safely on the ship. He bowed in front of Anna-Maria cheekily, dragged his hat of his hair and asked in his sweetest voice: "Why would my first made disturb my sweet loneliness up there in the wind, looking at the sea?"

Anna-Maria only snorted, her hands on her hips. "About time you got down again, we're about to reach Tortuga. Any other commands, me Captain?" She emphasized the last two words, looking at him with a nearly angry look.

"So we're near Tortuga." Jack got earnest again, put his hat back on his head and made his way fastly towards the wheel. Reaching it, he grabbed it and looked out to horizon. "We'll dock there, take care ye know where the crew hangs around whilst our lil' vacation."

Anna-Maria sighed heavily, following him. "And what do ye plan?"

Jack lowered his eyes for a moment, then looked at her from below, and a sly smirk played around his lips.

"Get heavily drunk, so don' ye look for me."

Anna-Maria just rolled her eyes and got off to the other men. Jack stood there, the wheel in his hand. He could feel the smooth, round knobs pressing against the palms of his hand. He could feel the warmth of the sun, having burnt on this wheel for a lot of time. This was his ship, his pride, his life in a way.

But still he found himself wondering what the whelp would be doing by now. It was silly, he would surely be somewhere with his bonnie lass, having some tea and biscuits. Jack could still see his face before he fell...got off that wall in the fort, his unreadable smile and his brown eyes lying upon him. So far. And he still was a good pirate. Jack knew it. It was in his blood, he couldn't fight it. Perhaps he longed for the sea, perhaps he longed for the Pearl and perhaps he even... Jack cleared his throat. As he got off the ship on the harbour of Tortuga, easily landed on the wooden planks and made his way through the crowd there, slightly swaying, swinging his hips like he used to do, his arms swinging with them, flashing a golden grin here and there. He made his way to the next inn. There was a good evening to come.