Even If It Killed Him
PG
Disclaimer: Hang me, for I am pirating these characters for my own manipulations. However, I do so with neither profit nor the intention to infringe upon a copyright, so please do not sue me. I am only a poor, misunderstood, gothic sophomore.
Warning: angsty, one-sided Jack/Will slash
Note: This is a small one-shot written on September 14, during a subsequent grounding and at 3:34 AM. Be Warned. I was also trying to get rid of some writers' block. Also, be aware that I am still grounded; I am only getting 2 hrs this weekend total.
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Captain Jack Sparrow, with coal-colored orbs lined in kohl, interesting fashion-sense, and an eccentric personality, squinted against the sun's glare that was marring the horizon. The setting ball of fire cast a warm glow to the rolling waves and the pink clouds in the sky seemed to grin mockingly down at him.
He had gotten his beloved ship, The Black Pearl, back, but felt something was missing. Ever since he had sailed away from Port Royal, he had felt an empty void in his heart. At first, he had thought it was the loss of a lust for revenge, that having been fulfilled and over with. But he soon realized that this emptiness he felt was longing for the one who had been torn from him by the cruel hands of Fate, and was most likely happily married to his bonny lass by now.
That was a full three months ago.
Before Fate had broken his heart, while he was still in the roof of the fort in Port Royal, after Will had saved his life; he had had his chance to tell Will how he felt. Instead, since the words refused to come, his smart-ass side had taken over, forcing him to say "Nice hat". At least it had gotten Will to smile.
The pirate had tried anything he could to keep his mind off the handsome blacksmith since then. Raiding, plundering, pillaging, pilfering, and singing had all lost some of their appeal, as each time he participated in these deeds, he always managed to wish that Will were there with him. He had even hired a few of the common whores in ports they stopped in, trying a different approach to keep his sanity.
But, alas, nothing had worked. It never did, and each night at sunset, he could be found at the helm, eyes glossed over with memories. Memories of him and Will on The Interceptor, sword fighting gleefully as the last rays of the sun kissed their weary bodies. Over that time, without quite understanding what he was feeling, he fell in love. That was why he had risked the wrath of the Heathen Gods for his sake. Subtly, of course, but it was all for Will.
Why couldn't life be easier? Jack suppressed a sigh. Aye, Will was a true pirate, though the whelp vehemently denied it, for he had stolen a fearsome and wanted man's heart without even knowing or intending to do so. That kind of talent was something Jack before had never witnessed, and the man had witnessed a lot within his thirty years. [1]
The dying light cast shadows on the shady-enough figure, who stood stock-still, the only motion being the rocking of the ship atop the rolling sea.
Right then and there, Captain Jack Sparrow made his decision. They were going to sail all the way to Port Royal, where he would win the lad's heart, even if it killed him.
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[1]: This is how old I assume Jack to be. In a historical context, almost all seamen and pirates had to be relatively young - late teens to early thirties because of the physical demands. If you know how old he really is (Jack, not Johnny), go ahead and tell me and I'll change it if it fits with the story line (canon and not).
I hope that actually made some sense and wasn't just babble. Please review and tell me what you think. I'll write more if you request more, savvy?
Oh, and please note, I am still on restriction. I just get 2 hrs total this weekend, so don't expect much. I am still writing the next chapter to both APLFM and CL.