Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean.(I swear, they make you put these up just so you'll feel bad -_-)

Thank you for the reviews everyone!!! I feel so happy and loved ^__^ *dances in a field of flowers* Anyways, I'm REALLY REALLY sorry I had to leave it at where I chose to. I will make it up with this chapter, I promise. And I know the last chapter wasn't exactly the most interesting chapter ever(um..ok, it was boring). Even though I know it had lots of flaws, you guys gave nice reviews. Thank you!!!! So, um, here ya go!

Warning: This fic contains yaoi(slash), meaning there are male/male relationships. In other words, if you don't approve of two guys making out(or more), then please don't read this. I'm warning you now!!! Turn back before it's too late.

Please read the above warning.

Pairings: Jack/Will and another pairing soon to come.

Like Father Like son

Captain Jack Sparrow and Commodore Norrington strolled into town. It was late afternoon and most people were out and about working and tending to business. The streets were busy with people flooding to and fro. The town was littered with chickens and pigs. Women were huddled together, joking and gossiping about the latest news.

"Nothing compared to Tortuga," Jack mumbled.

"Did you say something?" Norrington turned around.

"Hmm? Oh yes, nice place..very..clean," Jack wasn't exactly used to that, after all, he did live on a dirty old ship with a crew of pirates who rarely bathed, if at all.

"Come, this way. We wouldn't want you attracting too much unwanted attention now, would we?" Norrington directed Will to one of the less crowded streets, "I suspect Mr.Turner is working at this hour. This way is longer, so less people come by here."

The two men walked through the narrow street, surrounded by tall buildings on either side. A woman passed by. She looked very startled at the sight of Jack Sparrow, then upon seeing the commodore, she looked confused. As the she passed Jack, she looked at Jack like he was some sort of dead animal she wouldn't touch even if her life depended on it. Jack raised an eyebrow. Women were never like that in Tortuga. In Tortuga, women practically begged for his company. Well, not all of them. A few of them seem perfectly content with slapping him.

"So, Captain Jack, how have you been doing?" Norrington asked as they walked.

"Since when have you cared about how I've been doing?" Jack said blankly.

"I don't care. I was simply trying to make friendly conversation," Norrington said, a bit annoyed.

Both men remained silent for the next six minutes it took to reach the blacksmith shop(AN: is that what you call it?). It looked the same as it had since Jack's last visit, three years ago.

"I must take leave of you now, but be warned, if you are up to any mischief, you may as well say goodbye to that empty of yours," Norrington tipped his hat and walked away. He disappeared into crowd.

Jack pushed open the door to the worn down old building, and immediately sounds of metal clashing swept over him. Jack walked in, pirates didn't need invitations, and stopped when he saw the familiar figure of Will Turner. He looked just as he had three years ago. Will's back was turned to Jack as he hammered away, perhaps putting too much unnecessary force into each blow. Jack cocked his head. That wasn't like Will, the dedicated perfectionist. Jack stood there for a few moments, admiring the hardworking Will. He could've done this all day, but business came before pleasure. And plus, there was always time for that later.

"So, lad, is that old man around? The one that likes to sleep on the job," Jack finally decided to talk.

"No, sorry, he passed away a while ago," Will answered, without turning around, and with no apparent interest in what or whom was behind him.

"Pity. I wanted to pay him back for that conk on the head," Jack rubbed the scar on the back of his head.

"I'm sorry, but we're closed today," Will kept hammering, not noticing Jack as much as Jack would've liked him to.

"What wrong with ye, boy?" Jack stepped in front of Will, tired of not being noticed. Jack was used to being center of attention, being a pirate captain an' all.

Will looked up, his face suddenly lit up, "JACK?"

"That's more like it. How ye been?" Jack examined Will's latest work, "Will, you're slipping."

"Jack! I missed you!" Will dropped everything and ran to embrace his old friend.

"Well, hello there too," Jack looked down at Will, who was clinging on to him. Jack didn't tell him to stop. Jack didn't want him to stop.

"Oh, sorry," Will finally released his grasp on Jack, "I haven't seen you in so long. How are you?"

"Never better. We, the crew and I, we even fixed up the Pearl. And you?"

"I'm doing well," Will said, his tone implied differently.

"So, you getting tired of being a blacksmith yet? You're welcome on my ship anytime, lad. You're a very bad pirate, but I guess that doesn't matter," Jack changed the subject. He could read Will like a book. Something was troubling him, that was obvious, but what?

"I don't think I'm ready for another adventure yet. I'm just starting to settle down again here. You know these town people still give me weird looks? You know they don't allow me to go to hangings anymore?" Will grinned, despite his gloomy tone.

"I understand. So, where's that fiancé of yours?" Jack asked, but got no response, "You two are engaged, right? Married? Don't tell me I missed your wedding?!"

"Actually, you did miss a wedding," Will looked down to the floor, trying to avoid eye contact with Jack.

"You didn't invite me? I'm hurt! How could you not invite me?" Jack said dramatically.

"It wasn't my wedding," Will sat down on a nearby bench. Jack walked over and sat next to Will.

"Oh, great! Who got married?" Jack said, merrily.

"Norrington," Will mumbled, looking away.

"Ah, he finally found himself a girl. It's about time. No wonder he looked so happy," Jack laughed, then looked to the gloomy Will, "What's wrong with ye, Will, you've been acting strange ever since I got 'ere."

"Elizabeth," Will sighed.

"Can you elaborate on that a bit more?" Jack said, cluelessly.

"Elizabeth...Norrington," Will choked out.

"So the commodore's wife is named Elizabeth? Wait, then why are you upset?" Jack blinked. He didn't understand why Will was so gloomy. Why would a name upset him so much?

"Norrington's wife is Elizabeth. Elizabeth Swann," Will said slowly, as if he himself was just informed of this.

"Ms.Swann? The Elizabeth you risked your life to save? That Elizabeth?!" It was starting to sink in. Jack was a bit slow sometimes.

Will only nodded.

"That's ridiculous! If it's any consolation, I'd choose you over Norrington if I were Elizabeth," Jack wrapped his arm around Will's shoulder, "of course, I'd also choose you if I were myself."

Business before pleasure! Jack reminded himself, but he's so...vulnerable. He's not even paying attention. And plus, I'm just "comforting him".

"She just left after saying how she needed a man who had power and a man who had a good position in society. She started saying how she had had enough of pirates," Will tried to control himself, as all his bottled emotions escaped. It was so comforting to speak to Jack.

"I didn't know she was like that," was all Jack said. He wasn't very good at situations like these.

"Why? What am I going to do? I haven't been able to think about anything else," Will sobbed, burying himself into Jack's shoulder. He smelled like fresh ocean breeze, and rum. Jack felt like killing Elizabeth right then and there, for inflicting so much pain on Will. Will had kept in so much pain, anger, and sorrow, but now they took the form of tears and flowed out in rivers. Jack had never seem Will in such a state before, so out of control and confused.

"It's not your fault, Will. She isn't even worth your time. Just forget about her," Jack said as he felt his shoulder get soggier and soggier with each sob.

"Oh god, I'm sorry Jack," Will lifted his head and wiped away his tears with his sleeve, "I'm acting like a five year old. It's really my problem and not yours. I'm sorry, just forget everything I said. I should be happy that you've come to visit me."

Jack stared at Will. His deep brown eyes were so innocent and right now, they were hurting. I guess pleasure will have to wait. I can't create any more problems for him, Jack sighed. It was a rough life being nice.

"Will, go get some sleep. You'll feel better tomorrow. Now, where do you live?" Jack stood up.

"There's a house behind this shop," Will pointed at the back door. Will stood up too and led Jack outside.

"So, I suppose I'll be staying with ye. Did I tell you that I'll be here for a week? It's alright if I stay with you, right?" Jack followed Will.

"Sure," Will was extremely tired, and he wanted to get some rest.

Will led Jack to a small house. Actually, it was smaller than that. It looked like one room, with four walls and a roof over it.

"House? Does that really qualify as a house?" Jack stared at the 'house', "Oh well, it'll have to do."

Once inside the small house, Will lit a candle. As Will walked in, a warm glow surrounded him. Jack could make out a small bed, neatly made. There was not much else, a table, and a rug on the floor.

"Jack, you can sleep on the bed," Will mumbled.

"You take the bed, you need a good night's sleep more than I do."

"I insist, you're my guest, and I've been very rude today."

"Where will you sleep, then?"

"The floor, I guess."

"Look, why don't we both sleep on the bed?"

"Both...of...us?"

"Yes, both of us. I don't see any point in one of us catching a cold while sleeping on the floor."

After some debating, Will finally gave in and they both got into bed for some well-deserved rest. Will fell asleep the second he hit the pillow. Jack, on the other hand, had some trouble falling asleep.

Jack stared up at the dark ceiling. He wanted to turn over, but he couldn't, because if he did, he'd hit Will. That wasn't a bad idea, but he didn't want to disturb Will. Jack remained motionless, unable to sleep. His thoughts kept drifting to what he would do to Will if he didn't control himself. Jack frowned, trying to forget those thoughts. If he didn't get them out of his head soon, he might have a little accident.

****

Jack groaned. His back ached like he'd slept on a bed of needles. Jack sat up, blinked once, then fell back down on his pillow. He wasn't exactly a morning person. Jack was just about to go back to sleep when he heard,

"Jack, are you up yet?"

Jack opened his eyes halfway and saw Will leaning over him. He looked like he'd been up for a while. He didn't look as sad as he had the night before, but he wasn't ecstatic either.

"Mwat..thmmith..it?" Jack murmured.

"What?" Will's voice sounded faint and far away to Jack, who was drifting into sleep again.

"What time is it?" this time Jack made an effort in speaking, which was a very hard thing for him to do in the morning.

"It's noon. I was up at eight. I went and got some food, since you were soundly sleeping. I didn't want to disturb you. I saved some breakfast, um, lunch for you, if you'll get up," Will set a plate with sausages, eggs, and bread on the table.

"Mmmm, smells nice," Jack sniffed in the wonderful aroma of the food.

"It tastes nicer," Will teased, "get up, Jack."

Jack pushed himself up. He reached to his left to grab his clothes.

"Where are my clothes?" Jack asked, very perplexed.

"Oh, I washed them. I was crying all over it and plus, they looked a bit dirty. I hope you don't mind," Will answered.

"I'm a pirate, being dirty is fine with me. I don't suppose you can bring my lunch over here? It's far too cold to be walking around in nothing but my pants," Jack referred to his bare chest, which were very well built, from all the years out at sea.

Will brought Jack's breakfast to him, and apologized for washing his clothes.

"I've been meaning to ask you, but I never got a chance to last night. Jack, why are you here?" Will asked, sitting on the bed next to Jack.

"To see you of course," Jack grinned.

"Really? You came all the way here, risk being killed, just to see me?" Will asked, his voice the least bit sarcastic.

"Well, there was something else that I needed to talk to you about," Jack was serious all of a sudden.

****

I hope that chapter was long(and interesting) enough. Mwahaha, it's a cliffy! Yeah, Will was um..REALLY sad, but I bet if you lost the 'love of your life', you'd be sad too. Anyways, I think I'll start doing it so that I will post chapter 3 after I finish chapter 4. I see lots of authors do that, and I think it's a really good idea, especially because I never really finish what I start(don't worry, I promise this won't happen here.) Other than that, I got some help writing the slash-y parts. I'm not that experienced but I've read tons of slash fics(understatement..) Thanks, and please review! Expect chapter 3 to be out in a week or so(two weeks if I'm busy, sorry!)!

PS-I would like to thank my friend ctmunicorn who helped me edit my fanfic!!!