Well this is the end! i'm sorry it took so long to upload, i kept putting it off. ::looks sheepish:: but i'm going away for a week (to canadia...eh?) and i decided that i HAD to put up the last chapter before i leave.

i just realized how incredibly short both this chapter and this story is, and i'm sorry. i like things short and sweet, i guess!

and finally! you get the slash that i've been warning you about! (p.s. i don't own the pirates) i hope you like it...

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Will sighed as he began to pack his few articles of clothing. They were sailing back to Will's home; they'd be there in a few days. He missed his wife, but not in the way that he expected. It suddenly dawned on him that he would have to leave Jack behind again. He didn't realize that he was crying until he saw wet marks appear on the shirt he was currently folding.

"I always knew you'd come for me," said a voice from behind Will. He quickly spun around to find Jack leaning against the doorframe. He swiped at his eyes to get rid of the tears and tried to smile. "Like some rum?" Jack asked, offering Will the jar he was drinking from.

Will smiled weakly. Jack frowned.

"What, boy?" Jack asked in concern. He limped slowly over to him. "I'm in a caring mood, you best take advantage of it," he said slyly, winking at Will.

Will laughed. "I'd hate to take advantage of you," he said nervously, blushing slightly.

"Maybe I want you to take advantage of me," Jack said, moving closer and smiling flirtatiously.

"We're not talking about your mood anymore, are we?"

"'fraid not, pumpkin," Jack murmured. He leaned his weight on the bed a few inches from where Will was standing. Will noticed that the other pirate didn't have much concern for another person's personal space.

Will seemed to consider something. "I wouldn't say no, I guess," he said at last.

Jack raised an eyebrow. "Neither would I, love." He slid a hand behind Will's neck and placed his mouth on the other man's. After a second he pulled away.

Will stared at Jack in thought. "Actually, I meant I wouldn't say no to that rum you were offering me."

Jack, still only inches away, glanced down at Will's mouth and the lips that had turned a shade redder. "Oh," he muttered, blinking quickly. "Oh of course." He stepped back and handed Will the bottle that had previously been forgotten.

Will took a large swig and gasped as the liquid burned down his throat. Jack didn't respond. He was in a poor mood after the mistake he had made.

Blinking tears from his eyes, from the drink, Will grabbed Jack around the waist. "Ah! Me leg!" Jack cried before being muffled. Will kissed Jack deeply, and a tremendous feeling like a sigh of relief washed over them.

Jack broke off. "You cheeky monkey!" he shouted indignantly. His breath was short. "You've grown too big for your britches, boy!"

Will giggled giddily.

"Oy! It's an expression, you devil!" Jack cried.

Will ignored him. "This isn't rum!" he pointed out, holding up the drink.

Jack winked and licked his lips. "It's me own special recipe, lad."

Will dropped the bottle on the floor and kissed Jack again. Jack didn't argue this time.