Disclaimer: I just own Pink Beard here *holds up cardboard pirate* cool innit? *pirate's head falls off* oh heck… not again.

To my nice and threatening reviewers^^

Paint your Name

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 Two weeks later, a most hyperactive Jack entered his cabin, where Will laid with a shallow injury on his chest. Several frames dangled under his arms.

"Will m' boy, look what our latest raid has brought you" he let the canvases down on the desk and went to the bed with a wide smile on his lip. "Mate" he urged the slumbering pirate "mate, wake up" he waited for a heart beat before poking the boy on the side.

"What?..." Will snapped his eyes open and tried to sit up "ouch!" he exclaimed when his injured flesh protested at the action.

"Oh, I see yer awake!" said Jack cheerfully, he shoved Will to the side and crawled under the covers "sorry for that, lad" he apologized when his lover grunted in pain. "Me got something for you" he announced almost bouncing.

   The boy glared at him, trying to make himself comfortable. "Wha'?" he asked darkly.

"Well, if you care looking at your left, you will notice I pay my debts"

"Canvases!" exclaimed Will sitting up in one second.

"And most important" smiled Jack pulling something out of his vest's pocket.

   Will squealed in pure pleasure when he saw the small bottle with a bright blue dust that Jack held between his fingers, "you got it, you got it!" he crushed the captain's mouth with his own "I love you, I love you, I love you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" He jumped off the bed and rushed to the desk. "Where are my colors?" he asked, already opening the drawers.

"In the…"

"Here!" Will emerged triumphal from behind a chair. He grabbed one of the frames and placed it on the easel.

"Mate" called Jack from the bed.

"Thank you!" said the boy, more ignoring his lover than actually showing his gratefulness. He had already started to work on the blank fabric.

"I feel neglected" complained Jack pouting.

"Could you pass me my shirt?" requested the lad oblivious.

   Jack was ready to protest again, but instead stood up and went to fetch the garment. "Here it is" he slid his hands under Will's current shirt and ran them up the boy's chest to remove it. "Your technicolored cloak, Joseph" he said handing the boy the cloth.

"How?" tensed Will "what did you call me? How did you know?" he asked stuttering.

"Joseph's technicolored cloak?" tried Jack, when the look of utter terror didn't leave the boy's face he sighed "skip reading the Bible, have we?" he waited for a second "you can read, can't you?"

   Will's face changed to annoyance "of course I can"

"Then why the fright, luv?"

"I… I wasn't afraid"

"Was it joy then?"

"No, no… I, I met a guy named Joseph" he started "Yeah, that's it! And… and he was a terrible painter!" the boy seemed proud of his lame explanation.

"And you thought I was referring to this fellow?"

"Aye!"

"Who was a terrible painter"

"Aye"

"That's why you jumped out of yer bones?"

"Aye" he hesitated a moment "no wait! I didn't!" he looked around for a distraction "The wound is bothering me, could you change the bandage?" he looked at the other man innocently

"Wasn't bothering you a second ago, and, wasn't you gonna paint?" asked Jack with a lifted eyebrow.

"Yes" whined Will "but it bothers me so!"

   The captain regarded him suspiciously before seeing to the wound

"Captain!" Gibbs called from deck

"Go!" prompted Will, pushing Jack towards the door "sounds important"

"An your…" protested Jack before Will gave him a last shove and shut the door behind him.

"Sir" Gibbs approached him "come" he said guiding his captain below deck. "There's a tiny leak here sir." The poor sailor couldn't fin time to run.

Tbc…

There, liked it, one gone and another to go *smirks darkly*

As always, thanks to D for being such a pretty doll.