Disclaimer: Ditto for the last chapter.

Blondie0276: Thanks bunches! ^_^

Bobattheweekends: O_O *stuffs kit kat in mouth* Fanks a wot! *swallows* Whee! I'm better'n Chinese food! xD This review made me laugh so hard I fell off my chair. Not really. But it WAS funny and it made me feel all speshul. ^_^ I have one question though. *shuffleshuffle* What's a haddock?

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The1tamara: THE cheese turkey?! O_O Woooooow...I've really gone up in the world! And NO! You don't get a hug from Will! Muahaha!

Will: *hugs tamara* Ha! So plbbbt!

Me: *sulk*

Anyhow, next chappie! ^_^

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Chapter 8: Tortuga

Tortuga summed up in one word would be: stinky. That's right. Stinky. The place reeked to high heaven! Hadn't these people ever hear of personal hygiene? I mean honestly!

What did Jack call it again? A proliferous bouquet or something? What's profliferious? Maybe it was prolfilerous. Whatever it was, it was long and hard to pronounce.

Anyway, the beginning part was rather fun because Jack got slapped twice! Sure I like the guy now but that doesn't excuse him from playing with every woman he meets. If he wasn't so great he'd be a fathead. Wait . . . he is a fathead. Just a great one. Is there such a thing as a great fathead? Seems kind of like an oxy moron. Oh well.

One major plus about Tortuga was that I got to hold Will's hand the whole time!

I gave a squeaky sigh which instantly turned into a groan as I stepped in a big puddle of beer. What kind of place would have a puddle of beer in the middle of the road?

Tortuga.

Currently we were going to . . . um . . . I think they forgot to inform me. Again.

I tugged on Will's sleeve. "Where are we going now?"

He pointed straight ahead. "In there, I guess."

I looked at where he was pointing. "A pig sty. We're going to a pig sty. Will, I think I should inform you that our guide has gone INSANE!"

Will simply shushed me as we squelched into the pig sty. Notice the descriptive verb. Squelched. That means we were plodding through mud and other brown smelly stuff that I would rather not think about.

And right in the middle of it all was a man. Why was a man sleeping with pigs? This town was so anomalous.

Jack hoisted a bucket of water (don't ask me where that came from) and threw it all over the sleeping man.  Instantly, the man woke up brandishing a small knife.

"Curse yer for breathin' ye slack jawed idiot!" It was then that he noticed the pirate standing above him. "Mother's love. Jack. Ye should know better 'n to wake a man when 'e's sleepin'. 'S bad luck."

"Fortunately, I know 'ow to counter it," Jack said, crouching down. "You see, th' man who did the wakin' buys the man who was sleepin' a drink. The man who was sleepin' drinks it while listenin' to a proposition made by the man who did th' wakin'."

The man's face scrunched up as he attempted to figure out what Jack had just said. After a moment, his face brightened.

"Aye. That'll about do it."

Just as he stood up, Will threw another bucket full of water (seemingly appearing from the air once again) all over the man.

He spit water out. "Blast, I'm already awake!"

"That was for the smell," Will said matter-of-factly.

I smothered a giggle and grabbed his hand as we followed Jack and the man off to a pub. I smiled as Will squeezed my hand but when I glanced up he was looking elsewhere.

If I thought the pig sty was bad, the pub was a million times worse. Filled with filthy drunkards and whores, I could easily see myself burning it to the ground. Filthy nasty place. Ick.

Will and I stood against a wall while Jack and the man (I'd found out his name was Gibbs) were conversing in an adjoining room.

I scowled as a young prostitute threw herself at Will, wiggling her chest in an attempt to catch his interest. However, he seemed everything but interested as he inched towards me. I noticed with amusement that his face was a picture of nervousness and alarm instead of disgust. But as the little slut grabbed his arm and tried to drag him away, a fierce protectiveness broke over me.

Reaching out, I took hold of his other arm and yanked him towards me, giving the other girl such a murderous glare that she shrunk back and stole away. Will turned towards me with relief clearly etched on his face.

"Thanks, Sam. I—"

He was cut off as someone grabbed my shoulders and swiveled me around. I found myself face to face with a small dirty man with black teeth and yellow eyes.

"Ye're a pretty thing, aren't ye? Why don't ye come wi' me, dearie, an' I'll—"

Before I had a chance to react, a fist flew past my cheek and the man was lying out cold on the floor. Will pulled me into a crushing embrace and pushed me out of it just as quickly.

"Are you alright?"

I shivered and nodded. "Yes. I don't like it here."

"I know, but we have to wait for Jack."

I nodded again and my eyes widened as I looked over his shoulder. There were three whores headed right for us. Thinking fast, I shoved Will against the wall, put my arms around his neck, and placed my cheek against his.

Will stiffened. "Sam," he whispered hoarsely, "what are you doing?"

"Shh," I whispered against his neck, "play along and maybe they'll leave us alone."

Looking over his shoulder I saw that the women were still advancing and I cleared my throat.

"So, Sweetiepumpkin, when did you say we could have the wedding?" I asked quite loudly.

He peeked over his shoulder and seemed to catch my drift for he put his arms around me and answered in the same loud tone.

"Oh, darling, I was thinking about next month, or so. That is," Will looked down at me and grinned suggestively, lowering his voice to a husky whisper, "if you think you can last that long."

I stared at him agape for a moment before smiling seductively. Two could play at this game. Standing on tiptoe, I nuzzled his neck slightly and whispered breathily in his ear.

"Can't we make it sooner? I don't know if I'll be able to . . . hold out."

His arms tightened around me and I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. Peeking over his shoulder I saw that the whores had moved on. Haha! I also saw that Jack and Gibbs were standing up, obviously done with their little chat. I was more than happy to stay right where I was but we really needed to go.

"I think they're done, you can stop now."

Instead of letting go, Will tightened his arms around me. Ooer. O_o

"Will? You can stop with the little act thingy. They're done. We're probably going to go now."

He blinked a few times, as if coming back to the present. I raised an eyebrow as he stepped away, a pink tinge hitting his cheeks. Just where had he been? Probably with his precious Lizzypoo. I sighed as I realized that I was actually getting used to the idea that Will would never be mine.

Why would you want him to be yours? I thought you didn't love him?

Hey! Go away! I finally have a nice moment with Will and you have to ruin it, don't you!

How did I ruin it?

By talking to me!

Nice to know I'm loved . . .

Well, what'd you expect me to say? Thanks, I love you, let's get married?

That's disgusting!

I pinched the bridge of my nose in impatience. You know what I mean and I know what you mean, so go away!

Fine!

I waited but she said no more. I hadn't meant to snap so but she was just so annoying! As we left the pub my head drooped miserably. Great, now I felt guilty.

After about ten minutes of walking through the rowdy streets, we reached a small shack which I assumed to be Gibb's house. I gingerly picked my way through the entryway, bottles of rum and other rubbish barring my path.

Gibbs turned to us all. "Right. Jack an' I will stay in 'ere; we've got bizness t' discuss. You, boy, an' the missy there can sleep in me own quarters." And with that, he sat himself down at a rickety table and Jack sat across from him. Two moments later and they were both earnestly discussing piratey things. I wasn't really paying attention.

Will and I made our way down the hall to a small room at the end. As Will slowly opened the door, he instantly frowned. I peeked inside and saw only one bed. Well, what was he expecting? A salty old bachelor like Gibbs would have no need of more than one bed. Will walked in ahead of me and grabbed an extra blanket from the foot of the bed. Unfolding it, he set it down flat on the floor next to the bed.

Climbing into the bed, I crawled over to the left side. I watched in confusion as Will started lying down on the blanket.

"What are you doing?"

He looked from his makeshift be to me and cocked an eyebrow. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to sleep."

I stared at him. "On the floor?"

"Where else?"

"The bed, you big dummy," I said rolling my eyes.

"But you're on the bed."

I sighed in exasperation. "Look! I'm on this side and you can go on that side. Quite simple, really."

He stared at me agape. "You mean . . . share the bed?!"

"Of course," I said in confusion. "I used to share a bed just this size with someone before."

"Was it a man?"

I blinked. "Does it matter?"

"Just answer the question."

"If you must know, no it wasn't a man. It was my sister."

He nodded knowingly, a slight look of relief washing over his face, and tentatively lay down on the other side of the bed. The bed was smaller then I thought and our arms touched in the middle.

"Huh, the bed seemed bigger when I was younger."

He gave me an incredulous look and I laughed at my own stupidity.

"Well, good night." I snuffed out the lamp and curled up on my side.

As he got under the blanket, I realized how small the bed really was when I felt his chest and stomach all along my back. Not that I was complaining, mind you.

A few minutes later, I thought of something and turned around to face him. "Hey Will?"

He grunted.

"What're we doing in Tortuga anyway?"

He opened his eyes and ran his gaze all over my face. "We're here to pick up a crew."

I nodded wisely. "I see. Well, alright then."

Will's eyes darted to the side and he licked his lips. It was then that I become conscious of the fact that our faces were mere inches apart.

"The bed's a bit small, don't you think?" he asked huskily.

I shrugged. "I guess it's a bit snug. I'm comfy. Though, if you're not I'll go on the floor."

He looked at me and then averted his eyes again. "No no, I'm fine. Maybe we should just," he paused and bit his lip, "not face each other."

I frowned, slightly offended. Was my breath that bad? I know I hadn't brushed my teeth in a while but really! Oh well, it's probably for the best. I wouldn't want to lose control and just kiss him out of the blue, or something.

Nodding, I turned onto my back and he did the same. However, in this position, my head was forced to lean my head against his shoulder and it was quite uncomfortable. I shifted slightly. Then I shifted again. Then I wiggled around a bit more.

Finally, Will asked in exasperation, "Can't you stay still?"

"I can't help it! I feel sorry for whatever poor creature you wed who has to be victim of that bony shoulder for the rest of her life. [A/N: Little does she know, heh. ^_^] I'm going to have a headache in the morning."

Will simply huffed and lifted his arm up, laying it out flat, so that his arm became my new pillow. Sitting up, I turned around and patted his arm a bit, as if plumping up a pillow.

He looked at me as if I was insane. "What are you doing?!"

"Force of habit. I can't help it. I always have to fluff up my pillow before I go to sleep, though your arm is quite unfluffable."

I whacked his arm a couple of times more before lying back down with a yawn, feeling much more sleepy now that I had done my nightly ritual. My eyelids fluttered closed and the sound of Will's gentle breathing soon lulled me to sleep.

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A/N: Will's falling in love! One, two, three: *all in usnison* Awww . . . ^_^