Disclaimer: Guess who's mine… dramatic music  …Judy the wench!... yeah, I know I suck big monkey arse whimpers

A/N: Final chapter!!! was Will being paranoid or does Jack really know his secret?

"Here it is mate, the happiest port on Earth!" said Jack smiling widely at the sight of Tortuga.

"Yeah" sighed Will, "the island of whores and drunks" Jack chose not to notice the sarcasm.

"So, where be going now, luv? The captain threw an arm around his lover's shoulders.

"Wherever you want Jack, you obviously know the town better than me"

"Right, what says you to a couple of drinks?" Will nodded and followed the pirate's lead

   Thirty minutes and at least three mugs of ale later Jack was relating his adventures to his crew and random listeners, and Will was clinging to the man's neck and shooting daggers at the wenches that 'looked' like they wanted to approach the pirate.

   Will was growing bored so he started to lick and nib his lover's ear, Jack doing his best at keep telling his current story where he had escaped a pack of raccoons by offering them coconuts. The youth continued his advances trying to get his captain's attention without success, until one touch in the right place…

   Jack almost gasped at the unexpected touch and put his mug down with a loud 'thud' "And then they made me their chief" he said standing up, holding Will by the waist.

"What's wrong?" asked the boy when they left the tavern. The elder just grunted and pinned him to the wall, and since Will wasn't gonna refuse Jack, he didn't complain.

"Sparrow!" called a female voice behind them. The Captain reluctantly pulled his tongue out of his lover's mouth and turned around to face the voice.

   A blonde woman stood with her hands on her hips, seemingly annoyed with their display.

"Judy, wench, what do you want?" asked Jack as Will wrapped his arms around his chest and shot death glares to the whore.

"The girls wanted you to know that some fellows down the docks are bothering us again" she stated not moving one inch.

"Right lass, I'll be sending the crew to settle them down" assured Jack.

"Ye better do that" threatened the whore before throwing a black pouch at the pirate and walking away.

"A pleasure to do business with you lady" the pirate called out.

"Jack?" Will rested his chin on the captain's shoulder, watching the retreating form of the woman.

"What mate?"

"Are you a pimp?" asked the boy in the same casual tone.

"That be a harsh word lad" He waved his hands about. "I like to think of meself as the kind soul that helps these lasses to work peacefully"

"Oh, so you are"

"But come on Mallord, you left me in the middle of something"

Will stepped away

"What did you say?"

"That it's not polite to leave matters unfinished"

"Yeah but…you called me Mallord"

"I said my lord" Jack frowned at the boy "Are you feeling alright mate?"

"I, I, yes, I suppose I had too much rum"

   They returned to the ship with a very nervous Will trying to convince himself that he was drunk and hearing things. The first at least, was true. And Captain Jack Sparrow wasn't exactly helping with the thinking; as soon as they set foot on the cabin he started to pull at the boy's clothes. When they reached the bed and he managed to lie Jack down and not follow him there, Will thought he wasn't that drunk, apparently he still could control his limbs, and other parts of his anatomy.

"Where be you boy?"

"Just fetching…" he trailed off and walked to the bed "this" he held up a frame.

Captain Sparrow dropped the boot he had just taken off. His eyes danced across the painting, his own figure rested on its back, head slightly tilted to the side, eyelids closed in slumber, his hair falling free without the bandana restraining it, and the skin of his forehead subtly clearer than the rest of his tanned flesh. Everything amazingly detailed.

"Will, it's…" he tried, "I" he grew quiet. The other man waited for a reaction. Finally he raised his eyebrow. "If you can do this why do you go for the blurry thing?"

   Will glared at his lover "You said it wasn't blurry, you lying bastard!"

"Too blurry, those were your exact words" the man defended himself "but you know I like it"  he waved at the room, where several of Will's paintings rested against the walls.

"But you like this best" pouted Will

"Am I not supposed to?"

The boy scowled, damned that Captain Jack Sparrow being always right.

"Aye" he muttered.

"Jolly good, mate" he gently took the canvas from the boy's hands and leaned it on the window "You know I'd love it even if it was lines and balls"

"Circles"

"Yeah, those too"

   Will rolled his eyes but joined his lover nonetheless. When he came back to his senses, Jack was sitting on the middle of the bed and he was moving on the pirate's lap, arms and legs wrapped around the man's back. A low moan escaped his throat as his spine whipped in an arc. Fingers digging in his hips went unnoticed as he let himself fall onto the bed, Jack's feet at his sides.

   Warm hands took hold of his thighs; Will tightened the grip his legs had on the other man. "There luv, I'm not going anywhere. Me was just gonna point out that you forgot something here"

   The boy lifted his lids to half mast.

"Whe'e?" he asked lazily.

"There" the pirate tapped the painting's signature. Blood red 'W' and 'T' stood on the left corner of the frame "You neglected a 'J' 'n an 'M' in here, Joseph" he explained.

   Will jerked himself to his elbows.

"You knew it all along, you cheating sod!" he exclaimed wide-eyed "how did you know?!" he demanded. Jack just smirked

"Who do you think that suggested it to yer old dad, Mallie?"

The jolly end

yeah! That's it, Joseph Mallord William Turner, no wonder why he kept it a secret