Disclaimer: If I owned PotC then I would be in heaven!! But I do not own it, (if i did I would marry Jack Sparrow-but I think he's perfectly happy with his family).

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Two

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"Ah no you don't!" The punk looking teen grumbled and ran after the white blur that darted under the bushes. "Get back here you little-"

"Are there any problems?" A heavy voice boomed into the large pen.

"No sir Mr. Bruno," He shot up. "I was just, uh... playing tag."

"Good!" Mr. Bruno laughed. "Don't forget, I've hired a new kids to help you with this, he's arriving in a few minutes, I'll send him down here."

"Okay then-"

"Oh, and give Spike a bath." Mr. Bruno walked off and the punk dropped to his knees.

            "Get you're black and white stripped ass out here!"

The white tiger cub ran out and tackled his caretaker.

            "No!" he squeaked and began to wrestle the cub.

            "Uh, ahem!" someone cleared their throat.

            "Grr!" The teen rolled over the tiger and strattled it, pulled a cotton bag over its head and tying it tightly to the tiger cubs collar. "HA HA! I got you, you little friggin imp of a tiger!" He jumped up and stretched.

            "Uh, hello?"

            "Oh," he looked down at the tiger cub rolling around trying to claw the bag off. "Are you the new guy?"

            "Yeah, I'm Will, Will Turner."

            "I'm Jack."

            Will offered out his hand. "Jack..."

            "Sparrow," Jack shook the kids' hand. "Like the bird, though I am more keen to parrots."

            "Ah," Will nodded and looked at the cub. "Is that one Spike or Sisco?"

            "That's Spike, Sisco's strips are still very faint." Jack said pulling the cub into his arms. "So, Will, new in town or what?"

            "Yeah, just moved in, how'd you know?"

            "Only people who are new around here get a job here,"

            "And you?"

            "I.. uh... I live here."

            Will looked at him. "What?"

            "Nothing," Jack smiled. "Come on, we still have to find Sisco."

            "Um, Jack?"

            "Yes Will?"

            "Why do we take care of these tigers?"

            "They are Bruno's pets, and it is our job to take care of the pets on this estate." Jack tossed the frisky cub into a small pen and looked around the larger area of the cub's corral. Spotting Sisco sitting by the pond watching a frog, Jack looked over at Will.

            "What?"

            "Get Sisco," Jack said. "He's right there, by the pond."

            Will looked over at the cub that was now pawing at the water's surface. With a shrug Will walked over to the bushes and looked down at Sisco.

            Sisco looked up hissed and ran off, shocked but determined, Will ran after Sisco through the water, into the trees, through the bushes. They slid throught the mud, into the pond, Sisco got tangled in the lilly vines and flowers, Will tumbled into the pond and pulled up Sisco into his arms and walked back to Jack who had fallen on the ground and was clutching his sides with the unending laughter.

            "Here," Will spat something out of his mouth and dropped the cub on Jack's chest.

            "Umph," Jack curled into Sisco and tossed the cub over the fence into the pen where Sisco went over to Spike and, smartly, they worked to remove the bag.

Will spread his arms and looked at himself. "Ah damn, mom's going to be pissed, these are brand new clothes."

Jack looked over at Will and scoped him out with his deep brown eyes. Will was about his height, with light brown hair that fell to his small shoulders. The wet clothes pasted themselves to Will's lean body, a workers body... A blacksmith's body, Jack thought.

"What?" Will asked. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Jack smiled. "I can wash yer clothes for ya."

"How?" Will asked. "I am going home in less then an hour."

"Just," Jack picked up a small green bag from the just inside the pen. Spike pounced where it was. Jack hissed, "Go on, Spike, You ruined my last bag, go mess around with your brother."

Spike growled and walked away to Sisco who was trying to clean himself.

"Here," Jack pulled some vinyl pants and a fishnet shirt out of the bag. "There's a clean set of boxers in there too and some socks, you can wear this, give me your clothes and I'll wash them, you just take that spray hose right there, and spray down Sisco and Spike. Make sure you get them good," he scowled at them. "Lord knows they deserve it."

Will took the clothes and walked off into some stables. Once inside and empty stall he undressed looked down at his erect member. Oh man, I didn't think that Jack would be that sexy, Will stroked himself and was soon pounding away into his hand until he tensed up, trembled and came into his hand.

"Everything all right in there?" Jack called out.

"Fine," Will breathed.

"Well 'urry up,"

Will used the cleanest part of his soaked shirt to wipe himself clean before redressing in Jack's spare clothing and walking out.

"Aye, there," Jack sized up the now punk Will. "Aye," he said slowly. "That's nice, a little eyeliner and a hint of black lipstick, you'd be a great goth."

Will shrugged and offered the articles of clothing to Jack who took them and pointed to the water pray with his thin, lightly black tinted lips.

"I'll be back in a minute, luv," Jack said, not noticing his 'luv' at the end of the sentence.

Will's breath caught and he spun to look at Jack, but Jack was gone. Crestfallen, he took the spray and began to shower down Sisco and Spike.

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Jack soaked the clothes in a large basin outside the little shack he lived in by the servant's quarters. He poked them around with the a thick stick and then removed as much mud and gunk that he could by hand before tossing them into another basin for second wash. As he washed the pants a bulge caught his hand and he removed a wallet and a small booklet.

"Crap," Jack sighed and pulled everything out of the pockets of the setting them out in the spring sun to bake dry again. "Picture, picture, picture, membership card, gas card, money, money, money… condom?" Jack smiled. "Ah, looks like the bloke is a little off limits," he looked back at the pictures, most of which were very attractive women, one however, was a drawing of a tall man with dreadlocks, a twin braided mini beard, a red bandana under a neat pirates hat. The man grinned showing golden capped teeth, his clothes were that of a pirate and Jack grinned.

"I think I should just keep this," he sighed. "I always wanted to be a pirate."

After about fifteen minutes Jack walked back down to the pen where Will was towel drying Sisco, and Sisco was baring his teeth and purring at the same time.

Will looked up. "Jack, I forgot my wallet and notebook,"

"Their fine luv, I have they out drying by your clothes."

"Oh, thank you," Will smiled and let Jack take over on the drying as he picked up the brush and began to brush out Spike who insisted on eating the brush.

"So, where did you move in from? Are you living with your mom and dad?"

"I moved in from London, my parents wanted to move back here to America, so we came and lived in DC for about, eh, four years, then we moved out here."

"Sounds nice,"

"Not really," Will smiled.

"So, have any girlfriends?"

Will looked sidelong at Jack and cocked an eyebrow. "Why do you ask?"

Jack shrugged as if it meant nothing. "Just curious,"

"Curiosity killed that cat,"

"Satisfaction brought it back," Jack paused to think then chuckled.

"Heh," Will breathed. "No, I don't, I never really found, women…" he let his voice sink until he said nothing. "How are the school systems around here?"

Jack looked at him. "Their fine," Jack put the collars on the cubs and led them up to the main house. He opened the door and let them inside and looked up at Bruno and nodded and he turned around to Will.

"Come on,"

"Where?" Will asked.

"You're clothes are line drying," Jack said leading Will to the small shack around the house.

"What is this place?" Will asked walking inside and looked around. There was a stone set fireplace and a large rug stretched before it. A mini kitchen with working water and a little closet, where, upon Will's inspection, turned out to be the bathroom. There was a built in ladder in the wall that lead to the second floor where Jack slept.

"Eh, you don't want to go up there," Jack smiled. "It's a real mess; I haven't cleaned it in ages."

Will smiled. "Hmm," he leaned against the wall and looked around.

"Want a drink?" Jack asked.

"What do you have?"

"Rum, coke, DP and water."

"Hmm, I'll take a coke."

Jack handed him the can and stretched out on the rug.

Will looked down at Jack, sighed and crouched beside him. Jack's eyes were closed; it looked as if he was asleep. Setting his drink down, he bent close to Jack and locked his lips with his in a sleek kiss.

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Okay, that's it. Hmm, what should the next chapter be about?