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Warning: Rated R for different reasons. Please make sure you are mature enough to handle this type of content.
To Reviewers/Readers: Thanks for reading and/or reviewing! Sorry about the shorts chapters, I try to use one major event each chapter. Sorry but that's the only way the chapters really fit. It's good though in a way, because it means it takes less time for me to update. =) Chapters will get somewhat longer as we go on.
Onto chapter three!
Chapter 4: Naïve
It wasn't until after dinner that Will approached him. Most of the crew were sleeping; only a few remained doing jobs on deck. It was a good, clam night for sailing. If the weather held out and he sailed through the darkness most nights, they'd be able to make in to Tortuga in less than a month; very good timing. Not to mention they could stock up on supplies and get more rum. Supplies would be needed if they wanted to make a nice long journey and only stop to loot along the way.
"Jack!"
"Aye?" he looked over at the lad quizzically.
"Elizabeth said you knew… about the…the… the…errr… our…ummm…our wedding night?"
"Aye, I do," he responded as he looked over at the lad. God, Will looked uneasy, "do you have something else to say, my lad?"
"Errr…"
"Are you normally this stuttery with Mrs. Swa- Turner?"
"No! I'm not!"
"Not a eunuch?"
"No, I'm definitely not a eunuch…" Will stated a bit dreamily.
"Trust me lad, I'm not sure I want to know."
"No, you don't, but-"
"Blast, Will, out with it already!" Captain Sparrow roared, he was quickly becoming impatient, and he didn't like how Will looked so uncomfortable.
"Well…"
"Will, mate, what in bloody hell is the problem? Do I honestly need to guess or something, lad? I could honestly do that you know."
"No, that's allright."
"You want advice or not, mate?"
"Bloody hell! Alright already! I get off at miscellaneous times but have some trouble getting off when I want to.
Jack laughed.
"Can you please refrain from laughing? I already feel three feet tall!" Will whispered, ferociously.
"Aye, sorry, mate."
"Well?"
Jack gave him a sidelong glance, studying him for a moment. Then, "How well do you know your hands? Or how well does El-" he inquired, interrupted from another ferocious outburst.
"Don't bring Elizabeth into this and….errr… I don't."
"Get to know your hands, boy. Get to know your hands really well. Savvy?"
"Why?" Will looked at him quizzically.
"Blast, my boy, you don't know?!"
"Know what?"
"You've never…?"
"Never what?"
God, the boy actually was didn't know! "Helped yourself fulfill your own desires?"
"What in hell are you on about?"
Jack sighed, God, this boy was naïve! "Do I need to put this in simple terms for you?"
"That'd be nice; aye."
Nice? Yes, will lived in a bubble. Nice, oh Lord… "Okay then, Will, you need to learn to rub yourself."
"How so?"
This was too much for Jack, the boy needed it in simple terms that described everything, well, he would certainly get them! "Bloody _____, mate! You use your hands to rub your thing until you get off! Got me?!" he stated bluntly, outraged.
"Loud and clear!" Will backed away, "thanks," he muttered.
"Anytime, mate," Jack sighed," but next time, try to pick up on it sooner for God's sake! Savvy?"
"Aye."
"Good," and with that Captain Sparrow went back to navigating, and Will went off to bed.
The next chapter I'm going to post gets into the main part of the plot and leaves you in much suspense, so I'm warning you now. You will hate me next chapter, or I think you should anyway. ;-) Please review!