Title: It Must Have Been Terrible
Author: JackSparrowsWhore
Summary: The Pearl doesn't leave Jack on the Isle De Muerta, Jack chooses for some reason not to return to Port Royal to be hung, but rather to take a certain blacksmith with him. J/W
Rating: R
Beta'd by: LAUREL!
Warnings: Naughty pirate language! Also this story involves hot-guy lovin. If you are offended by M/M relationships, then this story is not for you. I do however advise you to watch POTC again.
Disclaimer: It's guys like you Mickey! Oh what you do Mickey do Mickey, don't break my heart Mickey! (They belong to the mouse!)
Author Notes: So anyway I have foolishly submerged myself in two fics. Well we'll see, so I'm going to update alternately. Which will be FUN! Lol, no, so the idea for this chapter of filth came from my poor beta who was ill. So then I thought, what if Will was ill and Jack had to take care of him. How ADORABLE would that be? Very I think. So here we go. R-E-V-I-E-W sock it to me! I love every single letter that you write! Thank you so much to all of you that review! May your days be blessed with rum! Also the title for this chapter came from a Beck song, very special.
'thoughts' ~~~~~~~ time pass ~*~*~*~*~*~* scene change
Chapter 2: Saturday Night In The Captain's Clothes
They had been at sea a few weeks. At first the crew had ventured to take Will under their wing as an apprentice, but that hope was quickly unraveled as Will showed general inability to accomplish.well.anything at all. He couldn't even accomplish tasks such as rigging a sail, and if Jack had found the poor boy any later the whelp would have certainly hung himself. The crew then began to amuse themselves by giving Will various jobs just to see how he could muck them up.
After a while however, the floundering fellow went from humorous to outright pathetic. After about the 5th time he fell into the great sea, they determined him unfit to serve above deck.
"He was fine on the Interceptor.." Muttered Gibbs as he watched their captain haul Will out of the water.
Ana Maria stared at him blankly "Is everyone on the bloody boat fucking diluted!"
"I'm afraid I don't get ye meaning."
"Look" the woman pointed at Jack who was swatting Will on the back frantically trying to dislodge the many gallons of water he had ingested.
"Yea I see em, poor boys got no skill for the sea."
"No!" howled Ana "Look at Will!"
"What have I been looking at all this bloody time!"
Ana slapped her forehead and grated "Who. Is. With. Will?"
"Why Cap'n Jack."
She spread her arms in a gesture that displayed blatant obviousness.
"Wha' are ye drivin at Ana."
She screamed in outrage and stomped off, direly agitated, to take off her grievances on some hapless crewmember.
Gibbs shook his head "Women.."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Are ye alrigh' there?" Jack was looking concernedly at Will who was shaking violently on his bed. The pirate had managed to haul the boy downstairs to his cabin with no help from the crew he might add. Every time he had solicited them as their CAPTAIN, they just scurried off meekly to some other chore and gave little frightened glances towards Ana Maria. So when Jack acquiesced her assistance, all he got was a scowl and a slap in the face. Which was very upsetting as he really HADN'T done anything at all.
It was all very confusing for Jack. First the boy in a complete change of attitude left his darling lass for the life of a pirate, then said boy showed completely none of his formal skill, had almost died many times. And now to top it all off, his crew had clearly all gone mad.
"Do ye have anymore dry clothes lad?"
Will shook his wet head forlornly and stared at the floor.
Jack felt he should have been annoyed with this, but wasn't, which was strange. He must be going mad as well. Ah well, knew it would happen someday at any rate.
"Well you better wear something o mine." Jack sighed and turned to give Will his privacy and have a VERY long and detailed chat with Ana.
Achoo
Jack stopped. Hold it. Was tha a sneeze?
ACHOO
Damn. Jack turned around slowly.
ACHOO!
"No no no no don't do that boy!" he said waving his arms frantically as if the movement might remedy the situation.
*ACHOO!"
"Alrigh there Turner?"
Will's eyes watered threateningly. It was going to be a long night.
TBC
A/N I'm tired Sorry.
Will: Whab? Yer jub going to leab me here wib a stuffy nobe! ACHOO
Jack: WHAT! YER JUST GONNA LEAVE ME HERE WITH HIM AND HIS NOSE!
JSW: Yes, that would be the plan, I need a nap.
Legolas: Ta da!
JSW: AHHHH LEGGY!
Jack: Wha- in the blazes!
Will: oooooooh pretty!
Legolas: You aren't too bad yourself.
JSW: * meep *
Jack: Whats this now-
Will: gawk
Jack: Ok none of this * pußshes Leggy out of fic* Where's the author I'm going to kill her.
JSW: Oop that's my cue to scadoo!
Author: JackSparrowsWhore
Summary: The Pearl doesn't leave Jack on the Isle De Muerta, Jack chooses for some reason not to return to Port Royal to be hung, but rather to take a certain blacksmith with him. J/W
Rating: R
Beta'd by: LAUREL!
Warnings: Naughty pirate language! Also this story involves hot-guy lovin. If you are offended by M/M relationships, then this story is not for you. I do however advise you to watch POTC again.
Disclaimer: It's guys like you Mickey! Oh what you do Mickey do Mickey, don't break my heart Mickey! (They belong to the mouse!)
Author Notes: So anyway I have foolishly submerged myself in two fics. Well we'll see, so I'm going to update alternately. Which will be FUN! Lol, no, so the idea for this chapter of filth came from my poor beta who was ill. So then I thought, what if Will was ill and Jack had to take care of him. How ADORABLE would that be? Very I think. So here we go. R-E-V-I-E-W sock it to me! I love every single letter that you write! Thank you so much to all of you that review! May your days be blessed with rum! Also the title for this chapter came from a Beck song, very special.
'thoughts' ~~~~~~~ time pass ~*~*~*~*~*~* scene change
Chapter 2: Saturday Night In The Captain's Clothes
They had been at sea a few weeks. At first the crew had ventured to take Will under their wing as an apprentice, but that hope was quickly unraveled as Will showed general inability to accomplish.well.anything at all. He couldn't even accomplish tasks such as rigging a sail, and if Jack had found the poor boy any later the whelp would have certainly hung himself. The crew then began to amuse themselves by giving Will various jobs just to see how he could muck them up.
After a while however, the floundering fellow went from humorous to outright pathetic. After about the 5th time he fell into the great sea, they determined him unfit to serve above deck.
"He was fine on the Interceptor.." Muttered Gibbs as he watched their captain haul Will out of the water.
Ana Maria stared at him blankly "Is everyone on the bloody boat fucking diluted!"
"I'm afraid I don't get ye meaning."
"Look" the woman pointed at Jack who was swatting Will on the back frantically trying to dislodge the many gallons of water he had ingested.
"Yea I see em, poor boys got no skill for the sea."
"No!" howled Ana "Look at Will!"
"What have I been looking at all this bloody time!"
Ana slapped her forehead and grated "Who. Is. With. Will?"
"Why Cap'n Jack."
She spread her arms in a gesture that displayed blatant obviousness.
"Wha' are ye drivin at Ana."
She screamed in outrage and stomped off, direly agitated, to take off her grievances on some hapless crewmember.
Gibbs shook his head "Women.."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Are ye alrigh' there?" Jack was looking concernedly at Will who was shaking violently on his bed. The pirate had managed to haul the boy downstairs to his cabin with no help from the crew he might add. Every time he had solicited them as their CAPTAIN, they just scurried off meekly to some other chore and gave little frightened glances towards Ana Maria. So when Jack acquiesced her assistance, all he got was a scowl and a slap in the face. Which was very upsetting as he really HADN'T done anything at all.
It was all very confusing for Jack. First the boy in a complete change of attitude left his darling lass for the life of a pirate, then said boy showed completely none of his formal skill, had almost died many times. And now to top it all off, his crew had clearly all gone mad.
"Do ye have anymore dry clothes lad?"
Will shook his wet head forlornly and stared at the floor.
Jack felt he should have been annoyed with this, but wasn't, which was strange. He must be going mad as well. Ah well, knew it would happen someday at any rate.
"Well you better wear something o mine." Jack sighed and turned to give Will his privacy and have a VERY long and detailed chat with Ana.
Achoo
Jack stopped. Hold it. Was tha a sneeze?
ACHOO
Damn. Jack turned around slowly.
ACHOO!
"No no no no don't do that boy!" he said waving his arms frantically as if the movement might remedy the situation.
*ACHOO!"
"Alrigh there Turner?"
Will's eyes watered threateningly. It was going to be a long night.
TBC
A/N I'm tired Sorry.
Will: Whab? Yer jub going to leab me here wib a stuffy nobe! ACHOO
Jack: WHAT! YER JUST GONNA LEAVE ME HERE WITH HIM AND HIS NOSE!
JSW: Yes, that would be the plan, I need a nap.
Legolas: Ta da!
JSW: AHHHH LEGGY!
Jack: Wha- in the blazes!
Will: oooooooh pretty!
Legolas: You aren't too bad yourself.
JSW: * meep *
Jack: Whats this now-
Will: gawk
Jack: Ok none of this * pußshes Leggy out of fic* Where's the author I'm going to kill her.
JSW: Oop that's my cue to scadoo!