Immediately, the innkeeper agreed. "Aye," he said through a grin. Will grunted and whimpered. "'Smatter with 'im?" Jack laughed a bit. "Rum," he answered bluntly, then chortled a bit. The innkeeper nodded then grabbed Will's feet while Jack grabbed his arms. They lifted him easily and carried him off to a room. Once there, they threw Will on the bed, causing him to land with a loud thud. Jack threw himself on bed next to Will: "Now tha' was exhaustin'." He kicked off his own boot before sitting up with an effort and starting to pull at already snoring Will's boots. The innkeeper shook his head amused and left.

"Damn lan'lubber, if ye cannot drink rum like a pirate does ye shouldn' try an' drink with Cap'n Jack Sparrow.," Jack slurred before falling of the bed, Will's left boot in his hands which he placed on his own boots. Pushing away from the bed with his naked feet Jack dragged on Will's right boot - and was rather surprised when his head hit the floor hard. He held on to the boot for a moment, watching the ceiling spin, before he crawled up onto the bed again and leaned over Will. "Shiver me timbers," he mumbled, his hands gesturing above Will's chest unsteady. He shook his head and tried to stop his vision from blurring. "Must've had a bit mo' ta drink than I thought," Jack mumbled to himself, looking hazily at what was before him. "Will? Will?" Jack was so confused that he couldn't even remember what he was doing. Before he could utter another word, he felt as though he were drowning. He fought the feeling, then everything went black as he passed out right on top of Will.

Will woke up with a start from a dream in which he was crushed to death under a falling mast just to find himself laying under a certain Captain who was snoring and obviously thinking of Will as a pretty cozy bed. Will panicked as his mind raced through the memories of the night before. What had happened? Why was he beneath Jack? Had something happened? "No, it couldn't have. But what if...oh, god!" Will mumbled to himself. The sheer thought of it sent his mind reeling. Would it, could it have happened? Just as he was questioning everything (in his mind and out loud), the captain began to stir. Will's eyes dilated with fear, then he almost instantly squeezed his eyes closed, hoping that Jack would just assume that he was asleep.

With concentrated willpower Jack forced an eye open to inspect on which whore he had past out last night. He rarely remembered such odds and ends in Tortuga mornings.

"Will.?" Jack was wide awake within a second yet he stayed where he was. It felt good. And if he had past out exactly on top of Bootstrap Bill's son by dawn that was supposed to, well, have a meaning probably. Jack searched his memory, groping for a sign of what had happened. Obviously, they had both gotten drunk, but there had to be more to the story than that. Jack silently cursed himself for having such a bad memory when it came to alcohol binges. "Will?" Jack asked again, this time in a voice a bit louder, and crawled a bit up to grab him the shoulders and shake him when Will opened his eyes reluctently: "Aye.?" Jack opened his mouth. Then he closed it again. Somehow he reminded Will of a fish out of the water and he smirked. "What?" Jack asked. Will shook his head. "Nothin'." Jack began to scold him, but he thought better of it and refrained. "So, some night we 'ad las' night, eh?" Jack said simply, pretending to know what he was talking about. "Um...yeah," Will agreed, trying to conceal his confusion. There fell a deep silence after this as both men were trying to get a glimpse of remembrance out of their tortured brains but failed. After a while Jack rolled off of Will. He took a quick look at him from the side and then snuggled into his arm: "What's up tonight?"