**Diclaimer: I don't own PotC. Some of the stuff in this chapter is kind of 'based' on stuff in Ovid's 'Art of Love' and this 'Art of Courtly Love' thing from the 12th century. You didn't really need to know that, did you? I mean, these guys have been dead for hundreds of years- nearly 2000 for Mr. O. Anyway... thanks to everyone for reviewing- you are all very cool, I must say! A few short words: Sorry matey- but I claimed me muse on the 21st, tis in the reviews and I am sure that my time keeper, Mouself, would agree *winks at Mouself*. But Jack's a great and mighty muse. His ways are mysterious, and he inspires many! Blah blah blah- on with the story!**
The Atlantic was swept by full, strong winds. They filled the sails of two ships, moving briskly, and with purpose southward. The Black Pearl was the faster ship, but she was held back. It was the Penetanguishene that led the way to the Isle of the Furbys.
The crew of The Pearl were eager now. Captain Jack Sparrow smiled into the wind. he observed Will Turner standing strangely near the wheel. Jack wasn't sure, but it seemed like Bootie Jr. was still reeling from that 'poutine' incident.
"Powerful indeed!" he said to himself. "Hmm... maybe he'll be more fun now." He walked over to Will.
Will stared straight ahead, stiff as a board. Jack looked at him carefully. Will's eyes snapped to the side, looking briefly at Jack, before snapping back.
"Hello, Jack," he said.
Jack walked all around Will, gently stoking his own moustache. "Are you entirely well, Turner?"
"Uh, yeah," said Will.
Jack shrugged. He was worried about the lad, but he thought it best to wait and see if he got any better or any worse. Will winced as Jack walked away. He tried to keep his mind on his job and his eyes straight ahead. It was hard. The blond man standing next to him wouldn't go away, and Will knew that he couldn't really exist.
"Go away!" he whispered to him at last.
"No," said Ovid-Fabio.
"Why? Am I going mad?"
"No, you are not crazy, and I won't leave you like this. No pretty man should be allowed to be a lonely, smelly pirate."
"I am not a smelly pirate!" said Will.
Captain Jack turned to look at Will. He raised one eyebrow into his headband. "Well, well..." he thought. He would have to see about getting the lad some counselling.
"You can have a bath if you like, Will," said Jack. "If that's what's bothering you," he added uncertainly.
"No Jack, I'm fine- just..." he looked at Ovid-Fabio and sighed. "Fine."
Jack looked at Will for a moment before stepping into his place, taking the wheel from him. "Go take a rest, Will. Have a walk or something."
Will stifly walked to the side railing where he thought no one would hear him. He looked into the sea.
"Alright," he whispered. "What do you want?"
"You do not listen to Ovid-Fabio!" said Ovid-Fabio, woundedly. "I want to make you loved by your puella, Elizabeth."
Will thought that that would not be althogether a bad thing. "Okay," he said at last. "Then will you go away?"
"Certainly! Although it hurts Ovid-Fabio that you do not like him."
"Right," said Will, sadly. "So, what now?"
"Will you do everything that Ovid-Fabio says, pretty pirate man?"
Will winced again. "Yes," he grunted.
"Bene est!" exclaimed Ovid-Fabio, playfully clapping his hands. "where is the puella? Ah, yes! First, you must follow her."
'What?" said Will as he blushed.
'Listen to Ovid-Fabio!"
"Okay... but I don't want to be a freak." Will waited until Elizabeth was on her way below deck. Then he sighed, and slowly followed her.
"Good," said Ovid-Fabio, following behind Will. "Not too fast now, you need to linger!" Elizabeth entered her room and shut the door. "Very good," said Ovid-Fabio. Will rolled his eyes and sighed again. Ovid-Fabio looked Will over from head to toe. "Ah!" he plucked a ring from Will's finger. He motioned Will into a dark corner.
"Here puella, puella!" Ovid-Fabio knocked softly on the door to Elizabeth's room. Elizabeth opened the door, Ovid-Fabio was standing in front of her but she could not see him. He threw the ring so that it clattered on the floor. She picked it up, and looked around.
"Will? Are you there, Will?" Will looked to Ovid-Fabio, but he only shook his head. After a moment Elizabeth closed the door. Will stepped out of the shadow. Ovid-Fabio laughed.
"Very good!" Will looked confused as they walked down the passage. "You see, this ring is now your love-token. Now she will be thinking of the pretty pirate man!"
"My name is Will," whispered Will, "And I am not a pirate!" Ovid-Fabio was not listening to him.
"Now, we need to work on you," he said at last.
"On me?!" exclaimed Will.
"You are sick," said Ovid-Fabio. "very sick."
"Oh, yes," said Will emphatically.
"No, you pine for the puella."
"Oh."
"You must seem desperate for her attentions!" said Ovid-Fabio growing thoughful. He looked at Will once more. "I know! You are going to write a poem!"
"I am? Oh no, I- I don't write poems. I'm a blacksmith."
"Do you want me to go away?" Will looked grim. A life not spent being followed by an imaginary amorous Roman was, perhaps worth writing one tiny poem. He sighed again, and nodded.
"Then pine, pirate man! Ovid-Fabio will teach you to be a poet of love!"
The Atlantic was swept by full, strong winds. They filled the sails of two ships, moving briskly, and with purpose southward. The Black Pearl was the faster ship, but she was held back. It was the Penetanguishene that led the way to the Isle of the Furbys.
The crew of The Pearl were eager now. Captain Jack Sparrow smiled into the wind. he observed Will Turner standing strangely near the wheel. Jack wasn't sure, but it seemed like Bootie Jr. was still reeling from that 'poutine' incident.
"Powerful indeed!" he said to himself. "Hmm... maybe he'll be more fun now." He walked over to Will.
Will stared straight ahead, stiff as a board. Jack looked at him carefully. Will's eyes snapped to the side, looking briefly at Jack, before snapping back.
"Hello, Jack," he said.
Jack walked all around Will, gently stoking his own moustache. "Are you entirely well, Turner?"
"Uh, yeah," said Will.
Jack shrugged. He was worried about the lad, but he thought it best to wait and see if he got any better or any worse. Will winced as Jack walked away. He tried to keep his mind on his job and his eyes straight ahead. It was hard. The blond man standing next to him wouldn't go away, and Will knew that he couldn't really exist.
"Go away!" he whispered to him at last.
"No," said Ovid-Fabio.
"Why? Am I going mad?"
"No, you are not crazy, and I won't leave you like this. No pretty man should be allowed to be a lonely, smelly pirate."
"I am not a smelly pirate!" said Will.
Captain Jack turned to look at Will. He raised one eyebrow into his headband. "Well, well..." he thought. He would have to see about getting the lad some counselling.
"You can have a bath if you like, Will," said Jack. "If that's what's bothering you," he added uncertainly.
"No Jack, I'm fine- just..." he looked at Ovid-Fabio and sighed. "Fine."
Jack looked at Will for a moment before stepping into his place, taking the wheel from him. "Go take a rest, Will. Have a walk or something."
Will stifly walked to the side railing where he thought no one would hear him. He looked into the sea.
"Alright," he whispered. "What do you want?"
"You do not listen to Ovid-Fabio!" said Ovid-Fabio, woundedly. "I want to make you loved by your puella, Elizabeth."
Will thought that that would not be althogether a bad thing. "Okay," he said at last. "Then will you go away?"
"Certainly! Although it hurts Ovid-Fabio that you do not like him."
"Right," said Will, sadly. "So, what now?"
"Will you do everything that Ovid-Fabio says, pretty pirate man?"
Will winced again. "Yes," he grunted.
"Bene est!" exclaimed Ovid-Fabio, playfully clapping his hands. "where is the puella? Ah, yes! First, you must follow her."
'What?" said Will as he blushed.
'Listen to Ovid-Fabio!"
"Okay... but I don't want to be a freak." Will waited until Elizabeth was on her way below deck. Then he sighed, and slowly followed her.
"Good," said Ovid-Fabio, following behind Will. "Not too fast now, you need to linger!" Elizabeth entered her room and shut the door. "Very good," said Ovid-Fabio. Will rolled his eyes and sighed again. Ovid-Fabio looked Will over from head to toe. "Ah!" he plucked a ring from Will's finger. He motioned Will into a dark corner.
"Here puella, puella!" Ovid-Fabio knocked softly on the door to Elizabeth's room. Elizabeth opened the door, Ovid-Fabio was standing in front of her but she could not see him. He threw the ring so that it clattered on the floor. She picked it up, and looked around.
"Will? Are you there, Will?" Will looked to Ovid-Fabio, but he only shook his head. After a moment Elizabeth closed the door. Will stepped out of the shadow. Ovid-Fabio laughed.
"Very good!" Will looked confused as they walked down the passage. "You see, this ring is now your love-token. Now she will be thinking of the pretty pirate man!"
"My name is Will," whispered Will, "And I am not a pirate!" Ovid-Fabio was not listening to him.
"Now, we need to work on you," he said at last.
"On me?!" exclaimed Will.
"You are sick," said Ovid-Fabio. "very sick."
"Oh, yes," said Will emphatically.
"No, you pine for the puella."
"Oh."
"You must seem desperate for her attentions!" said Ovid-Fabio growing thoughful. He looked at Will once more. "I know! You are going to write a poem!"
"I am? Oh no, I- I don't write poems. I'm a blacksmith."
"Do you want me to go away?" Will looked grim. A life not spent being followed by an imaginary amorous Roman was, perhaps worth writing one tiny poem. He sighed again, and nodded.
"Then pine, pirate man! Ovid-Fabio will teach you to be a poet of love!"