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A/N: Yay, I am actually updating! Aren't you pah-roud? Thanks so much to the 8 who reviewed! They were very nice reviews, I liked them a lot! Whee. This chapter is mainly about Jack! Cool, huh? Because Jack is cool, yup. But there's still some Will, too, at the end. Well, here is the next chapter just like you asked. Thanks much!

Rating: PG-13 (for M/M stuff in later chapters)

Warning: IN THIS STORY THERE IS SLASH, PEOPLE! AS IN, MALE/MALE! Run away & keep running if you hate it. Oh yeah, and a few swear words. ::sarcastic voice:: Oooooo…so threatening! Scary words!

Pairing: Jack/Will, of course!

Black Velvet

By: Mercedes Windgarden

"JACK, WAKE UP!"

Jack Sparrow bolted awake. In fact, it bolted too hard in shock, as he completely threw himself backward and fell clean off of the stool.

He whined for a bit about the impact to the cold restaurant floor, then looked up at the woman who screamed at him to wake up, and said, "You know, that wasn't very nice of you."

The young woman smiled, "I'm not a nice person."

"So I've noticed."

She just shook her head as Jack struggled immensely to get himself off of the slippery and shiny restaurant floor. Once he got up, she gave him a few seconds to brush himself off and regain his dignity…and then she burst out laughing.

"ANAMARIA!" Jack yelled, embarrassed that he was being laughed at by a waitress.

Anamaria didn't even make a move to stop laughing. Jack took this time to tuck a stray lock of hair and tuck it behind his ear so it could blend with his short hair cut that reached about his shoulders now. Then he reclaimed his seat on the stool he was sitting on when he fell asleep, and was ever-so-rudely woken up.

Finally, when his good friend for five years calmed down, she asked, "Usual?"

"Of course."

Ana shook her head and slid back into the kitchen to get him his incredibly regular order, which happened to be a chocolate malt.

When she returned, she tossed him the drink, and Jack tossed Anamaria the three shimmering silver coins that the malt cost, each of them catching what they had been tossed efficiently. It was a little thing they had worked up over the years, and had grown quite fond of it.

"So," Jack's friend said after there had been a silence, a pleasant one for Jack, as he was savoring the delicious taste of his malt, "What were you snoring about?"

Jack snorted. "What my life would be like if I knew my first sixteen years," he replied sarcastically. Anamaria smiled sadly at her good friend. She was the one that he had first met when he came to this town, from a field in the middle of absolutely nowhere. He had told her that he couldn't remember anything, just his name, which was good enough for Ana to check him in the Internet database for about every person in every language. She had always pitied him, for not knowing anything that happened for such a long time, but she never let him know that. She'd (and Jack had, as well), figured out throughout the five years she'd known him that he hated being pitied. It was like he was a black-robed mage from an old fantasy series* back on old Earth or something.

After another long silence, she asked, "No, really, what did you dream about?"

Jack just shrugged. He didn't want to speak about it, as it would probably be impossible to explain. His brow furrowed as he thought. He could barely remember the dream, now that he thought about it. All he remembered was a warm presence. Very warm, and kind. He shrugged it off as nothing and took another spoonful from his delicious chocolate malt and savored it's sweet taste. Anamaria just rolled her eyes and disappeared into the kitchen once again.

When Jack finally finished, he looked around and saw that his friend was nowhere in sight. So, seeing as there was no other reason to stay in the small restaurant, he set a few bronze coins near her station as a tip and gently slipped out the front door.

***

Will's thing practically flew into the suitcase. He was not going to take this anymore. He was leaving, and he was leaving now. He was going to track down his past, and meet up with it, and no one was going to stop him.

At least, he kept telling himself that no one was going to stop him, but he highly doubted it when Elizabeth showed up.

"Will…" she said cautiously, "…what are you doing?"

He sighed, and was about to give in at seeing the confused and almost sad expression on his dear friend's face. But he couldn't give in. He had to do this.

"I'm packing."

"Why?"

"Because I'm leaving."

Elizabeth looked at the floor with a sad expression making itself into a dance onto her face. It hurt Will to see one of the best friends he'd known in five years like this, but he just waited for her to say something. Finally, she did.

"Where will you be going?"

"I'm not sure. I'm going to be a wanderer, and I'll continue wandering until I catch and find all of the memories that I have lost."

Elizabeth looked up at him and smiled softly now, knowing that he was going to chase down his past. "Good luck on your journey then, Will."

Will closed his suitcase and, picking it up, turned to his friend. "Thank you. I'm going to need it. Wish James my best, please!"

She nodded.

And without even a goodbye between the two friends, Will left and started down the road. He took the black velvet cloth out of his pocket, held it tightly in his hand, and said, "Lead me. Please, lead me."

A/N: And our little Willy-kins sets out on his adventure! (I'm sorry, I had to call him that. ^,~)

* = The black robed mage I'm referring to that hates to be pitied is Raistlin from the Dragonlance Legends, and Dragons of Spring Dawning in the Chronicles series. (He's a red-robed mage in the first two books.) I don't know why I had to put that in my story…I just did.

Also, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter, it's only about 1000 words. Sorry, sorry. But at least it's done, and at least you can read it. I also apologize for taking so darn long to update. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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Until next time! Which is hopefully sooner than the gap between the first chapter and this chapter!

- Mercedes Windgarden (~ Spellcastre!Mercedes ~)