Disclaimer: In my magic world where I live in a big arse castle Jack is my cabin-boy and Will's his.
A/N: I know is way too short, but I promise on my brother's pet's grave that the next will be longer, and better and slashier.
Paint your Name
"Jack!"
Said captain turned to the figure standing just outside his cabin door. The boy was wrapped in his 'painting shirt' and was covered in different color stains "I mean, Captain!" blushed the boy.
"What is it man?" asked Jack pretending to be angered for being bothered.
"I've finished" said the lad trying to hide his excitement. He almost dragged Jack to the cabin under the amused gaze of the crew.
"So?" he asked when they finally stood in front of the easel.
"'Tis perfect boy" assured Jack
"Jack, do you really like it?" asked Will in a small voice.
"O'course, it's me Pearl" said the captain gesturing towards the painting. A black ship sailed proud among the waves, the sun watching it from above; scattered spots of Will's beloved ultramarine gave light to the sea.
"No, I mean, my painting, as, isn't it too blurry?"
Jack smiled at him "Is nice enough as it is mate" his expression became dreamy "it's like, like when you're fallen in a battle" he whispered "and yer head is bleeding" he waved his hand about his forehead "and that" he pointed the painting "is how you see the world right before you pass out" he finished, eyes fixed in some point beyond the canvas.
Will blinked.
"Or" Jack began, seeing his lover's frown "when yer too drunk to count yer fingers…"
The younger pirate lifted a hand to halt the other man "I, I think I understood Jack, the point is, is it too blurry?"
"Not at all" smiled the pirate.
"Good, thank you" the lad said removing his work shirt "nice to know my art inspires you such, memorable feelings" he commented sarcastically.
Jack thought about it for a bit "you welcome" he said patting the boy's shoulder, a large smirk on his face
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