A/N: ok do any of you know what SLASH means? I'd appreciate it if any of
you could tell me. I see all these summaries that say "SLASH!" and I'm all
like what? So if possible please tell me! And here is chapter 3. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of its contents you may see in this fic.
Chapter Three: Don't Try To Fix Me
Jack's eyebrows moved in the way that eyebrows move when a person is concerned or even sad. He moved his tongue around his mouth in thought. Jack's sad eyes moved to Will's regretful ones.
"How long have you had those?" asked Jack, almost in a whisper.
Will pulled down his sleeve angrily. "Why do you care? I mean, why are you even here? You have no right to be here."
"This is a shop."
"That is also my home! Now I'd appreciate it if you left, Jack!"
"Where do you expect me to go?"
"Anywhere! I honestly couldn't care less where you spend your free time but please just go away! I want to be alone...."
Jack tilted his head to the side. "Now I know for a fact that that's not true."
Will's expression changed immediately. His heart began to race. He could feel his feet bringing him toward Jack. In something even less than a whisper, Will said, pointing a finger at the pirate before him, "Who did you tell?"
Jack sighed in tolerable annoyance. "I told no one of your little secret, William. And that's the truth. But I might have to consider it if you don't tell me how long you've had those cuts, mate."
Will sat down opposite of him. "Okay.okay. I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone about this either, Jack. Not that anyone will care. But anyway.
"I guess it all started eight years ago. When I met Elizabeth. Even as a young boy, I knew I was in love with her. She was an amazing young girl. And she gave great interest in pirates."
Will and Jack exchanged smirks.
"But then she grew up. And how well she did....I-I mean-" Will blushed and looked up at Jack.
"I know exactly what you mean, mate." Jack grinned.
"Hey," Will said warningly. He was still red.
"My apologies. Continue."
"Well.when I was around seventeen, I noticed that Elizabeth had found her first real, serious boyfriend. Of course, I was jealous....And I remember the boy, too. He- well...to put it mildly, he-he treated her unkind. Oh, how mad it made me. I felt like killing him. I'm not even sure if he's alive today. But if he is, he doesn't deserve to be....Anyway, I guess I just felt so much pain because of this in my mind, I decided to just go ahead and make it real. So I began to hurt myself with my swords. And I had just begun to study to become a blacksmith at the time, so my blades weren't the bet, but they gave birth to my pain; that was all I wanted. And as my knowledge of swordsmanship grew, as did my wounds. I usually cut my wrists, as you can tell, because they were easiest to hide. I remember once trying to slit my neck but I suppose I chickened out.
"And that's pretty much it. That's the amazing story of Will Turner. And the story will not be finished until I am....Any way it may happen."
Will had been staring at his hands the whole time. He twitched his thumbs awkwardly and then looked up.
Jack had his elbows on his knees and his hands in his dreadlocks He wasn't saying anything. Will wondered if his story had actually had an effect on Jack....
"Jack?"
Jack grunted.
"Jack, did you even hear a word I said?"
Jack nodded.
"Jack, are you going to say anything?"
Jack shook his head.
"Fine. I need to go find some cloth to clean this up," Will said, indicating his wrist. I'll be back in about five minutes." Jack said nothing. Will rolled his eyes. He walked toward the door and left. The pirate still did not move. Will's story had had an effect on him.
He sat in silence for a few minutes until he heard something stir behind him, making him jump. He guessed it was just the donkey that hated him but he picked up a sword, just in case. "Who's there?"
A woman's voice spoke, surprising him. "It's me, Jack," said the voice. "Elizabeth." Her voice was dry and cracking, like Will when he was fourteen.
"Elizabeth, why didn't you say so? Come out, love!" Elizabeth escaped from the shadows near the backdoor. "When did you get here?"
Elizabeth stared at the courageous pirate. "Quite a while ago. After you'd released me...." She continued to stare. His triangle hat, his deep, dark eyes, his sexy dreadlocks, his six-pack that she could see through his ripped shirt...
"Did you hear Will's little story?"
"Yeah...yeah, I heard. Um, Jack, could you please not tell Will about my being here. I'll come see you two tonight. I just need some time to think, savvy?" She smiled.
"Sure thing, love," Jack grinned. He could see her radiant flesh move out of the blacksmith's shop surreptitiously.
As Elizabeth left through the backdoor, Will simultaneously entered through the front. He had mended his hand, Jack noticed. He seemed much more cheerful than when he had retreated, as did Mr. Sparrow. Elizabeth had a way of cheering up both Jack and Will. Or did she just do that to all men?
"Well, Jack, I need to get to work before Mr. Brown notices how much I've been slacking off So...unless you'd like to be bored to tears, I suggest you go commandeer a ship or something."
Jack sighed. "I suppose. Oh and Elizabeth is coming by later. I might as well too."
"Aye."
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of its contents you may see in this fic.
Chapter Three: Don't Try To Fix Me
Jack's eyebrows moved in the way that eyebrows move when a person is concerned or even sad. He moved his tongue around his mouth in thought. Jack's sad eyes moved to Will's regretful ones.
"How long have you had those?" asked Jack, almost in a whisper.
Will pulled down his sleeve angrily. "Why do you care? I mean, why are you even here? You have no right to be here."
"This is a shop."
"That is also my home! Now I'd appreciate it if you left, Jack!"
"Where do you expect me to go?"
"Anywhere! I honestly couldn't care less where you spend your free time but please just go away! I want to be alone...."
Jack tilted his head to the side. "Now I know for a fact that that's not true."
Will's expression changed immediately. His heart began to race. He could feel his feet bringing him toward Jack. In something even less than a whisper, Will said, pointing a finger at the pirate before him, "Who did you tell?"
Jack sighed in tolerable annoyance. "I told no one of your little secret, William. And that's the truth. But I might have to consider it if you don't tell me how long you've had those cuts, mate."
Will sat down opposite of him. "Okay.okay. I'll tell you. But you can't tell anyone about this either, Jack. Not that anyone will care. But anyway.
"I guess it all started eight years ago. When I met Elizabeth. Even as a young boy, I knew I was in love with her. She was an amazing young girl. And she gave great interest in pirates."
Will and Jack exchanged smirks.
"But then she grew up. And how well she did....I-I mean-" Will blushed and looked up at Jack.
"I know exactly what you mean, mate." Jack grinned.
"Hey," Will said warningly. He was still red.
"My apologies. Continue."
"Well.when I was around seventeen, I noticed that Elizabeth had found her first real, serious boyfriend. Of course, I was jealous....And I remember the boy, too. He- well...to put it mildly, he-he treated her unkind. Oh, how mad it made me. I felt like killing him. I'm not even sure if he's alive today. But if he is, he doesn't deserve to be....Anyway, I guess I just felt so much pain because of this in my mind, I decided to just go ahead and make it real. So I began to hurt myself with my swords. And I had just begun to study to become a blacksmith at the time, so my blades weren't the bet, but they gave birth to my pain; that was all I wanted. And as my knowledge of swordsmanship grew, as did my wounds. I usually cut my wrists, as you can tell, because they were easiest to hide. I remember once trying to slit my neck but I suppose I chickened out.
"And that's pretty much it. That's the amazing story of Will Turner. And the story will not be finished until I am....Any way it may happen."
Will had been staring at his hands the whole time. He twitched his thumbs awkwardly and then looked up.
Jack had his elbows on his knees and his hands in his dreadlocks He wasn't saying anything. Will wondered if his story had actually had an effect on Jack....
"Jack?"
Jack grunted.
"Jack, did you even hear a word I said?"
Jack nodded.
"Jack, are you going to say anything?"
Jack shook his head.
"Fine. I need to go find some cloth to clean this up," Will said, indicating his wrist. I'll be back in about five minutes." Jack said nothing. Will rolled his eyes. He walked toward the door and left. The pirate still did not move. Will's story had had an effect on him.
He sat in silence for a few minutes until he heard something stir behind him, making him jump. He guessed it was just the donkey that hated him but he picked up a sword, just in case. "Who's there?"
A woman's voice spoke, surprising him. "It's me, Jack," said the voice. "Elizabeth." Her voice was dry and cracking, like Will when he was fourteen.
"Elizabeth, why didn't you say so? Come out, love!" Elizabeth escaped from the shadows near the backdoor. "When did you get here?"
Elizabeth stared at the courageous pirate. "Quite a while ago. After you'd released me...." She continued to stare. His triangle hat, his deep, dark eyes, his sexy dreadlocks, his six-pack that she could see through his ripped shirt...
"Did you hear Will's little story?"
"Yeah...yeah, I heard. Um, Jack, could you please not tell Will about my being here. I'll come see you two tonight. I just need some time to think, savvy?" She smiled.
"Sure thing, love," Jack grinned. He could see her radiant flesh move out of the blacksmith's shop surreptitiously.
As Elizabeth left through the backdoor, Will simultaneously entered through the front. He had mended his hand, Jack noticed. He seemed much more cheerful than when he had retreated, as did Mr. Sparrow. Elizabeth had a way of cheering up both Jack and Will. Or did she just do that to all men?
"Well, Jack, I need to get to work before Mr. Brown notices how much I've been slacking off So...unless you'd like to be bored to tears, I suggest you go commandeer a ship or something."
Jack sighed. "I suppose. Oh and Elizabeth is coming by later. I might as well too."
"Aye."