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A/N: We were in History of Art class, the teacher was showing us a video about neoclassic and stuff like that when the fellow on the vid mentioned one familiar name. Whom could it be? Aye! J.M. William Turner!!

To D for her fingers^^

Will woke up to the arm tucked under his neck shifting. He opened his eyes, pouted at the wall and closed them again.

"Is it dawn already?"

"Almost, luv" lips brushed his neck and the warmth behind him vanished "come on, we have to go"

Will turned around on his side and indulged himself another moment in bed as he watched Jack dressing.

The captain smiled at him and handed him his own clothes. He shook his head and giggled. "That's my painting shirt, I don't wear it during the day" he sat up as Jack threw it at his face

   "Well, not like you wear it at night either" came with a smirk.

   Will dressed in silence and gathered his belongings, which could not be called abundant.

When he got to his ruined canvas he hesitated.


   "Can you get me another?" He asked holding out the item for the other man to see.


   "O' course boy, everything you want" prompted Jack

"Can you get ultramarine?" asked the lad excited.

The captain smiled at him "as close as lapis lazuli as you want it, luv"

   Will looked around, in case he had forgotten something. "Jack, I feel bad, leaving like this"

"Yer right mate, I know exactly what you mean" Jack gave him a half smirk and rushed to the forge, "let's not forget the swords"


*****

Captain Jack Sparrow left Port Royale with a handful of swords under his arm and a more-than-guilty former blacksmith, newly discovered painter, and pirate-to-be beside him.

A black ship with equally dark sails was awaiting for them near the docks.

"Oi Capt'n! New cabin boy?" greeted a crew member smiling at Will.

The new pirate blushed deeply "What you mean man?" Almost shouted Jack "he be our newest crew member, the best swordsman the good Port has known". He shot the man a dead glare before going to his cabin, Will in tail.

"There Captain Sparrow, how many cabin boys have you had since we parted?" inquired the boy sitting at Jack's desk.

"Just a couple of 'em" Jack let himself fall onto the bed "not as pretty as you, mate, my word on it" he gave Will a wink "and not half as good".

"I had lovers as well" said the youth after several heartbeats.

Jack sat up "Were they better than ol' Jack?" he asked.

Will stood up and walked to his captain. "Would I be here if they were?" he smiled.

"Of course not, luv. I'm the world's greatest lover(1)"

"What's with the accent?"

"What accent?" the boy eyed him suspiciously

"That accent you used just now!"

"Now boy, I think you're deluded" he pressed his hand to Will's forehead "Do you feel alright?"

Will frowned, then smiled mischievously.

"Since you mention it, I do feel a bit feverish"

"Well mate, I'm afraid I have nothing to cool it, on the contrary" Jack returned the smile

"Do it again" said Will huskily

"I really don't know what yer talking about luv"

"Say that about the lover again… with the accent"

"First you'll have to lend me yer hand mate" smirked Jack.

The boy moved closer and reached out his hand to the other man. "Say it" he demanded, but the pirate hushed him with a kiss.

Jack took Will's hand and dropped feather-light touches about it. He then took the smallest finger of the lot and kissed it's tip. He could swear he heard the boy purring. He smiled to himself and bent the digit to the palm and moved to the next finger to give it the same treatment. The thumb fell under his ministrations next. At last, he held up the boy's middle and index fingers and shook them in a less than polite gesture.

Will yanked his hand "You sodding bastard! I believed you!" he shouted trying not to laugh.

"Pity" Jack stood up and smiled widely at Will "and now, if you excuse me, I have a ship to steer" he said leaving a very bothered Will behind him.

(1) this is what happens when you don't know what to write and you spent the night before with Don Juan DeMarco

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