Title: Happily Ever After
Author: JackSparrowsWhore
Rating: R (go up later maybe.)
Summary: What if William was knocked off the battlements at the end by some outside force..(Jack) J/W
Warnings: This story contains a male/male relationship, this means hot guys doing raunchy things to other hot guys. If this isn't your thing, I advise you to leave.
Disclaimer: This is my least fav part..admitting they aren't mine. (Which they aren't don't sue me! I have but one shiny penny.)
Archive: AFF, anywhere else, just ask it's yours.
Author Notes: I LOVE YOU GUYS! Yay! You guys who are reviewing are so sweet! Those mean the world to me, sorry if the fabulous slashyness is taking so long, but I think- let's not start down that road lol. And now because of you I am embarking on Chapter 2! Algebra can soooooo wait. Lol. Also I never thought of the Jack teaching Will to swim scenario...I'm thinking of it now..lol Thanks for the reviews again! I was so thrilled -dances- (You see I told you I was a feedback whore lol) ok then well I'm like really romantic so be on the look out for lots of Jack and will * affection * it'll be cutesy lol. But don't worry also smutty. Ok then ONWARD!
Chapter 2: Mixed Up
"Ah me Pearl." Jack took a deep breath and threw back his shoulders. "'Ow I've missed 'er." He stayed still for a moment, his dark eyes caressing his ship with their sweeping gaze.
Will stood very still, not sure if he should do something. This man had just pulled him over a cliff, saved his life then half-kidnapped him. He thought half, as he wasn't entirely sure that this was kidnapping. And it was Jack after all. You could only be half certain at most about what was going on in his dread-locked head.
Thinking of Jack, Will turned his gaze back to the pirate who was still breathing in his ship.
Will couldn't help but notice how right the whole scene looked. The mighty captain overseeing his grand ship. Or more simply, a man reunited with his long lost love.
It was then Will noticed he was staring at Jack, who in turn was staring back at him with a questioning look.
Will blinked once or twice before he realized he was staring and his cheeks pinked ever so slightly.
Jack flashed him a quick smile, gold teeth glinting for a moment before disappearing once again. And with a very knowing:
"Right then."
And a wink, Jack wandered off to be greeted by his crew. Greeted being the closest word to what it was.
The crew of the Black Pearl had decided, apparently that where they were anchored was a fine patch of sea, and thought it safe to drift there, whilst the captain reacquainted himself with his Pearl. Will looked across the bit of water that separated him and his home. Port Royal looked like a great chunk of land, with a great green wig of trees. Had they really swum that far?
He was never one for swimming. His near death experience as a young boy had kept him off drinking water for a time. It was a lucky thing he had been rescued by Elizabeth.
Elizabeth. He couldn't just abandon her. Jack would understand, Jack was a reasonable man-sort of. But he had honor. In some way. That Will was sure of. But, his mind scrolled back to the half kidnapping. This was the napping he supposed.
He wasn't even sure if he wanted to go back. Going back to Port Royal meant going back to Elizabeth. And that meant going back to Happily Ever After. But, it was the right thing to do. He sat on a nearby barrel and dragged a hand through his soaked curly brown hair, wishing someone could make the choice for him. And someone did, though not the someone he would have liked.
"Anythin I can help ye with lad?"
Will raised his head to speak.
"Nay!" continued Sparrow " We'll have nary questions till latta, when we've all 'ad some rum." He smiled nostalgically at the mention of rum, but quickly launched back into his slurred words.
"I was wonderin if you 'as any unfinished business to attend to. Any reason I shoul' regret takin ye. The lass. She wasn't pregnant was she?"
Will stared at the pirate blankly. Jack took the blank stare as a 'no' and continued.
"Aye very good, we'll be a-leavin then." To the crew he boomed "Come on ye scurvy dogs! Weigh anchor lets be off!"
"But Jack, Elizabeth!"
"She'll get over ye." Said Jack matter-of-factly and began to walk off.
"Jack, I have to get back to her! I can just leave her!"
"An leave ole Jack alone?"
"I will."
Will was trying to think of a way he could execute his threat, when jack knitted his eyebrows and leaned in. Way in. Painfully close. Will's stomach decided to knot itself and he became suddenly at a loss for words.
"How?" Jack whispered with narrowed eyes and a tilted head.
Will had never before noticed haw much kohl the captain actually put around his eyes. And he was not quite content to stare at said eyes forever.
"Will? William!"
A sharp tap on his shoulder brought Will back to attention.
"See anything ye like love?"
Jack was grinning like a madman. Well more of a madman then usual. Which caused Will's cheeks to gain another warm rush of blood.
"I-I sorry, I didn't mean, that is-"
Jack threw up a bandaged hand. "Stop. I shall hear no more. Such stutterin can no' be good for one boy." He again began to swagger away.
Will stared at the retreating form. Wondering how he had again made Will feel completely satisfied with his being suddenly deported to a pirate ship. Yet as he thought more about their latest conversation, if it could be called that. Jack had not answered a single question. Nor had he, Will, asked any.
He turned around to look at the sea and saw the steadily retreating form of Port Royal. All his questions rushed back to him, he realized Jack had the power to utterly bewitch him (why he knew not) and to top it all of he remembered he was soaked to the skin, freezing cold, and had just fallen off a cliff.
Then there was the matter of Elizabeth, whom he had risked his life for and still loved. If that was what love was. And now he was almost certain Jack had no intent of taking him back anywhere.
And then of course, their was the matter of Jack. He wasn't even sure if it was a matter, or maybe something was just wrong with him. It was just all so. His mind began ripping itself up. It was all so confusing. He slumped down between the nearby barrels and cursed himself.
Cursed himself for being cold, and being wet, and ever meeting Captain Jack Sparrow in the first place. Silent frustrated tears welled up in his eyes. He really didn't want to be here. And he didn't want to confront the part of him that did. He wished he was home, with Elizabeth, back in his forge, not on cold on a hard deck. Port Royal was a heaven, and he was a fool to ever entertain giving it up.
He hadn't realized how long he had been crying, till he felt a hard boot come in contact with tender skin. His skin.
"Oy Turner."
He looked up slowly to see the face of a woman. His mind boggled temporarily, until he remembered the cocoa-skinned Anamaria.
As he looked up at her, he though he saw a soft sympathetic twinge flicker in her eyes for a moment. Just a moment.
"Get yer ass up, the Capn requests you ter get summat dry ter wear. Follow me then lad."
He got up resignedly to follow her, not sure if the salt water streaming down his face was from the sea or his eyes. TBC.
A/N: Sounds like someone needs some Sparrow lovin! Lol, don't worry, I know it's slow, but wouldn't it be so much uber cuter if Will was a-sobbin unkown feelings out to our favorite captain? I think so. And as always, as you can plainly see (or sea lol) reviews make me write a lot fast. SO that should tell you something. ^.^
Author: JackSparrowsWhore
Rating: R (go up later maybe.)
Summary: What if William was knocked off the battlements at the end by some outside force..(Jack) J/W
Warnings: This story contains a male/male relationship, this means hot guys doing raunchy things to other hot guys. If this isn't your thing, I advise you to leave.
Disclaimer: This is my least fav part..admitting they aren't mine. (Which they aren't don't sue me! I have but one shiny penny.)
Archive: AFF, anywhere else, just ask it's yours.
Author Notes: I LOVE YOU GUYS! Yay! You guys who are reviewing are so sweet! Those mean the world to me, sorry if the fabulous slashyness is taking so long, but I think- let's not start down that road lol. And now because of you I am embarking on Chapter 2! Algebra can soooooo wait. Lol. Also I never thought of the Jack teaching Will to swim scenario...I'm thinking of it now..lol Thanks for the reviews again! I was so thrilled -dances- (You see I told you I was a feedback whore lol) ok then well I'm like really romantic so be on the look out for lots of Jack and will * affection * it'll be cutesy lol. But don't worry also smutty. Ok then ONWARD!
Chapter 2: Mixed Up
"Ah me Pearl." Jack took a deep breath and threw back his shoulders. "'Ow I've missed 'er." He stayed still for a moment, his dark eyes caressing his ship with their sweeping gaze.
Will stood very still, not sure if he should do something. This man had just pulled him over a cliff, saved his life then half-kidnapped him. He thought half, as he wasn't entirely sure that this was kidnapping. And it was Jack after all. You could only be half certain at most about what was going on in his dread-locked head.
Thinking of Jack, Will turned his gaze back to the pirate who was still breathing in his ship.
Will couldn't help but notice how right the whole scene looked. The mighty captain overseeing his grand ship. Or more simply, a man reunited with his long lost love.
It was then Will noticed he was staring at Jack, who in turn was staring back at him with a questioning look.
Will blinked once or twice before he realized he was staring and his cheeks pinked ever so slightly.
Jack flashed him a quick smile, gold teeth glinting for a moment before disappearing once again. And with a very knowing:
"Right then."
And a wink, Jack wandered off to be greeted by his crew. Greeted being the closest word to what it was.
The crew of the Black Pearl had decided, apparently that where they were anchored was a fine patch of sea, and thought it safe to drift there, whilst the captain reacquainted himself with his Pearl. Will looked across the bit of water that separated him and his home. Port Royal looked like a great chunk of land, with a great green wig of trees. Had they really swum that far?
He was never one for swimming. His near death experience as a young boy had kept him off drinking water for a time. It was a lucky thing he had been rescued by Elizabeth.
Elizabeth. He couldn't just abandon her. Jack would understand, Jack was a reasonable man-sort of. But he had honor. In some way. That Will was sure of. But, his mind scrolled back to the half kidnapping. This was the napping he supposed.
He wasn't even sure if he wanted to go back. Going back to Port Royal meant going back to Elizabeth. And that meant going back to Happily Ever After. But, it was the right thing to do. He sat on a nearby barrel and dragged a hand through his soaked curly brown hair, wishing someone could make the choice for him. And someone did, though not the someone he would have liked.
"Anythin I can help ye with lad?"
Will raised his head to speak.
"Nay!" continued Sparrow " We'll have nary questions till latta, when we've all 'ad some rum." He smiled nostalgically at the mention of rum, but quickly launched back into his slurred words.
"I was wonderin if you 'as any unfinished business to attend to. Any reason I shoul' regret takin ye. The lass. She wasn't pregnant was she?"
Will stared at the pirate blankly. Jack took the blank stare as a 'no' and continued.
"Aye very good, we'll be a-leavin then." To the crew he boomed "Come on ye scurvy dogs! Weigh anchor lets be off!"
"But Jack, Elizabeth!"
"She'll get over ye." Said Jack matter-of-factly and began to walk off.
"Jack, I have to get back to her! I can just leave her!"
"An leave ole Jack alone?"
"I will."
Will was trying to think of a way he could execute his threat, when jack knitted his eyebrows and leaned in. Way in. Painfully close. Will's stomach decided to knot itself and he became suddenly at a loss for words.
"How?" Jack whispered with narrowed eyes and a tilted head.
Will had never before noticed haw much kohl the captain actually put around his eyes. And he was not quite content to stare at said eyes forever.
"Will? William!"
A sharp tap on his shoulder brought Will back to attention.
"See anything ye like love?"
Jack was grinning like a madman. Well more of a madman then usual. Which caused Will's cheeks to gain another warm rush of blood.
"I-I sorry, I didn't mean, that is-"
Jack threw up a bandaged hand. "Stop. I shall hear no more. Such stutterin can no' be good for one boy." He again began to swagger away.
Will stared at the retreating form. Wondering how he had again made Will feel completely satisfied with his being suddenly deported to a pirate ship. Yet as he thought more about their latest conversation, if it could be called that. Jack had not answered a single question. Nor had he, Will, asked any.
He turned around to look at the sea and saw the steadily retreating form of Port Royal. All his questions rushed back to him, he realized Jack had the power to utterly bewitch him (why he knew not) and to top it all of he remembered he was soaked to the skin, freezing cold, and had just fallen off a cliff.
Then there was the matter of Elizabeth, whom he had risked his life for and still loved. If that was what love was. And now he was almost certain Jack had no intent of taking him back anywhere.
And then of course, their was the matter of Jack. He wasn't even sure if it was a matter, or maybe something was just wrong with him. It was just all so. His mind began ripping itself up. It was all so confusing. He slumped down between the nearby barrels and cursed himself.
Cursed himself for being cold, and being wet, and ever meeting Captain Jack Sparrow in the first place. Silent frustrated tears welled up in his eyes. He really didn't want to be here. And he didn't want to confront the part of him that did. He wished he was home, with Elizabeth, back in his forge, not on cold on a hard deck. Port Royal was a heaven, and he was a fool to ever entertain giving it up.
He hadn't realized how long he had been crying, till he felt a hard boot come in contact with tender skin. His skin.
"Oy Turner."
He looked up slowly to see the face of a woman. His mind boggled temporarily, until he remembered the cocoa-skinned Anamaria.
As he looked up at her, he though he saw a soft sympathetic twinge flicker in her eyes for a moment. Just a moment.
"Get yer ass up, the Capn requests you ter get summat dry ter wear. Follow me then lad."
He got up resignedly to follow her, not sure if the salt water streaming down his face was from the sea or his eyes. TBC.
A/N: Sounds like someone needs some Sparrow lovin! Lol, don't worry, I know it's slow, but wouldn't it be so much uber cuter if Will was a-sobbin unkown feelings out to our favorite captain? I think so. And as always, as you can plainly see (or sea lol) reviews make me write a lot fast. SO that should tell you something. ^.^