Title: Sea Longing part 8/?

Author: GundamNymph

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Archive?: Yes you can, but please let me know. I really should put this up somewhere.

Movie: Pirates of the Caribbean

Disclaimer: pouts No. I do NOT own Pirates of the Caribbean. Don't remind me!

Rating: R, the rating keeps going up, but there should be NO lemon. I don't think I could write one.

Pairings: Jack/Will Elizabeth/Colin Jack/???

Summary: Will is kidnapped not long after coming to term with Jack's leave. Elizabeth and Jack set out to save him.

!!!!WARNING!!!! Slash ahead! Attempted rape. Killing. My first slash! Be easy on me! You see ANY flaws, please let me know. I'll have another excuse to see the movie again. Same for any possible OOC. Also, I know NOTHING about ships! I'm guessing here! Same about the history time-line.

Will snuggled on his makeshift bed, eyes blearily opening. He squinted in the dark room, the early morning sun not yet providing adequate light. Closing his eyes, he rested his head against his arms. He didn't remember falling asleep. All he DID remember was Jack fixing him up.

Jack.

His eyes flew open and searched the room. He didn't have to search far. Literally. The pirate was half on, half off the old mattress and pile of rags. The nearly empty bottle of rum still clutched in his hand made Will smile as he sat up.

He must have fallen onto the mattress as he slept, or Jack had 'tucked' him in. Will felt his face heat as he realized he was nearly naked. He reached over and pulled his shirt off the floor. Tugging it on, his eyes searched for his pants, until he realized he couldn't put them on without waking Jack.

Yes. The pirate was using his thigh as a pillow.

He gazed at the sleeping man, drinking in his sight. The man's face was relaxed in slumber, the slightest pout on his lips. Dark hair tumbled over his shoulders and semi-bare chest. Will flushed at the sight of a tattoo over his heart.

He licked his lips, staring. The older man had lost his faded blue waistcoat and only wore his open white shirt and the pants that matched the missing waistcoat. The pants ended right above his slender calves, the three bottom buttons undone, his legs and feet bare.

The skin there was as dark as the rest of his visible skin. Will tried desperately not to think of how extensive that tan must have been and wondered if his own skin would darken like that, should he spend so much time out at sea.

The closed eyes showed that Jack only kept the kohl on his lower lids, as his eyelashes fluttered in a dream.

He leaned forward, head cocked in his curiosity, to study this further.

Jack suddenly sat up, muttering loudly, nearly knocking his head against Will's.

Will jumped back, heart jumping with him.

Alert, sleepy black eyes flickered about the room briefly and sensing everything was all right, he fell back down.

Will stared at the sleeping man a moment, before trying to stifle his sudden laughter. Jack's eyebrows furrowed, as if he could hear Will and started to murmur.

Watching the as man's murmuring begin to fade, he found his trousers and tugged them on. A slight snort from Jack and something about booze and women.

Will smiled brightly and let himself lean against the wall. He would enjoy this moment as long as it lasted.

"Okay, it's been more than a few hours. How much longer are we waiting?"

AnnaMaria turned to Gibbs for the answer. The stout man shrugged, and looked at Elizabeth speculatively.

"I'd imagine we just sit tight where we are. Jack'll send us a signal to come pick them up if they can't swim out."

"And what if they get into trouble?"

"All I can say is, wait and see. But you'll have to remember, Miss Elizabeth, as much as the crew loves Jack, they won't be risking their necks for him. The code and all. It's what keeps them alive."

Elizabeth nearly growled in her frustration, and started pacing again.

Jack's eye's cracked open, peering around the dim room near noon. Will had been waiting for hours, just gazing at him. He had never been so enraptured with watching someone sleep before.

The slightest twitch of the finger, the scrunch of a nose, the face relaxed and seemingly vulnerable. It all made him enchanted, hypnotized.

Jack seemed to be a deep sleeper, dead to the world. He had only woken that one time and since then had been breathing deeply and evenly.

The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, a truly feared man, supposedly so evil that Hell itself had spat him back out and the pain in every Naval Officer's ass, loved to cuddle.

Will could only smile at how Jack's hands would continuously search for him as he slept. An hour after he had woken up, the youth had just let Jack continue using his legs as a pillow. And as the pirate curled around his lower body with his own warmth, Will was readily reminded of his attraction.

He was tempted to touch the pirate's dark hair, wondering if it was soft or coarse from the salt air at sea. He had always thought Jack's type to snore, but the slightly shorter man barely made a sound. Something any couple would appreciate.

Will cleared his throat and thoughts, suddenly uneasy. That had been when Jack woke up.

The weight shifted on his legs, beginning to disappear and he instantly missed the warmth. Even in the heat of the Caribbean.

"What time is it?" came the slightly slurred question.

Will checked the shaft of light, "I'd say nearly noon."

The pirate sat up, ignoring the fact that half of his bed had been alive. He gracefully stood to his feet, stretching, bottle still in hand. He peered into it as he began to sway gently. Seeing there was still some in there, he took a swig.

Will raised an amused eyebrow, "Don't you think it's a tad early for drinking?"

Jack pulled away from the bottle, corking it and smiled madly at him. Tilting forward (Will startled to note that his speech was clearer) as he rasped out "It's never too early for RUM, mate. It'd perk up any lazy ass."

The pirate made his way over to a crate, before replacing his beloved addiction. He turned back to Will, hand raised, almost as if in question.

"How you feeling, lad? And none of that bloody 'I'm fine' crap."

Will sighed, resigned to his fate, "I'm a little sore, but it's nothing serious."

Jack came back, hips swaying as he walked, brown feet gliding in the pale sand. Will felt his throat go dry as the pirate sat before him cross-legged. A slim finger prodded at some of his dressings, dark eyes focused intently on the wrappings. Satisfied, he pulled away, only to reach up and push back Will's hair.

He felt his breath catch as the older man stared at the teeth marks, frowning. Will watched with fascination as Jack's lips pursed and he reached over for his 'concoction'. He braced himself as damp cloth came into contact with the wound.

As Jack put the stuff away, a question formed in Will's mind.

"Why are you here? It's not that I'm not grateful, I am, VERY much so, but," he stared into those eyes, enchanted all over again. "Why would a pirate risk his life on a rescue mission?"

Those dark eyes matched his intently and Jack was silent for a moment. He gave a wry grin, as he leaned back on his hands carelessly.

"Your lass caught up with the Pearl about a day ago. It was the first time I saw the Jolly Roger on a naval ship. I think the Commodore would have been quite distressed. Clearly, the girl has no knowledge of rules of engagement between pirates. But I got her message loud and clear.

"She boarded my ship with a seadog hanging on her every word. I'm sorry to break this to you, lad, but I think you've been replaced."

Will looked at Jack carefully, wondering where he was going with this. The pirate stared right back at him, as if daring to deny what he said. Will grinned.

"Ah, so she didn't tell you? We're not engaged anymore."

Jack continued to stare at him, dark eyes wondering, "And why not? One would think after all you've been through and all the love you've clearly had for each other (enough to make one sick of it), you'd be right and hitched by now."

Will leaned against the rock wall again, sighing, "So did I."

Jack shrugged, leaning back further and staring blankly at the ceiling, "So, one day you woke up and decided that she wasn't the girl for you? Sounds like someone's not right in the head, mate."

A humorous glance in his direction, before the pirate went back to his ceiling-watching.

Will flushed, feeling anger rise in him, "No, it wasn't like that." How did Jack managed to continually get a rise out of him? The pirate was the only one who got him so easily angered and he was irritated that he didn't know why.

Dark eyes met his, "Then what was 'it like'?"

Will rubbed a hand against in face, suddenly tired, "I was working in the shop one day. Elizabeth and I had gone no further in our relationship. If anything, it had gone back a step. And I was trying to think about it at the same time I was working on a commission. As you can imagine, that got me nowhere with work. So I took a break and decided to think on it further."

Jack nodded absentmindedly, but kept silent.

"I found that my love for Elizabeth had not really changed. Rather, I had THOUGHT I'd been in love with her, and I wasn't."

Jack raised an eyebrow at Will, but the glare sent in his direction made him close his opening mouth.

"Don't get me wrong, I've loved her since her and her father rescued me at sea. And it's a strong love, I'd do anything for her."

"As you proved by your idiocy time and time again."

Will growled at him, "Do you want to hear this or not?"

Jack stilled, before he nodded, smiling widely, "Of course, whelp. Haven't heard a bit of gossip in ages."

Will sighed again, "I love Elizabeth, and I thought I was in love with her, but I wasn't."

Jack started to open his mouth again, but ANOTHER look from Will shut him up. He gestured for the younger man to continue, eyes lapping up every word he said eagerly. How laughable. Jack Sparrow a gossip.

"I grew up in a sheltered life, Jack. My mother was a respected lady before she died and my time on the ship when I was searching for my father was short lived. From there, I grew up in the Smithy's. I spent most of my time there, learning the craft. I hardly ever went outside. I grew up hearing dramatized tales of pirates. I grew up hating them."

Jack nodded sadly, eyes lowered, as if feeling sorry or pity for him.

"I thought I knew what love was. I thought I was in love with Elizabeth. I cared for her, she was a beautiful girl my age, she in turn cared for me and we have a great chemistry. It wasn't until after our adventures that I began to realize, WE began to realize, it was completely platonic. There is suppose to be no greater emotion than loving someone, right?"

Jack shrugged, but nodded, agreeing that was what most people thought.

"Then how come my longing for the ocean and adventures overruled it?"

Those dark eyes narrowed in on Will's, but the boy was starring off, lost in memories.

"It was then it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was then I realized my frustrations. The reason Elizabeth and I had gone no further in our relationship was because there was no further step. We're like a brother and sister. And the reason I had been so distant, was because I missed being out at sea."

Will's pained eyes met Jack's, "I felt bitter. You had given me a taste of freedom. A freedom I have never had before, or knew existed. It was like you had planted this seed in me, and it has grown to the point where I don't know how to care for it. I started to feel angry with you, even though I knew it was irrational. I felt like I had been left behind. Betrayed."

Those dark eyes were unreadable, but there was a frown on Jack's face.

"Before, it was more like an untested theory, but now I think I know what it is to be in love with someone. That's why I'm sure about Elizabeth and I." Will looked at the sand he burrowed his feet in, face heating.

"You found another bit of skirt to chase after?"

Will stared at the sand, gathering his courage and shook his head.

"No? Then why the speech? Why the heartfelt dramatics?"

"I've been having feelings. Great attractions that I haven't had before."

Jack propped his elbows on the ground, pout on his face as he tried to understand what the boy was saying. "Does the girl know you've been lusting after her?"

Jack watched with curious eyes as Will tensed, and hugged his knees.

"No, and that's the problem."

The pirate raised his eyebrows, curiosity and weights pulling at him as he stared at the youth. "A high ranking to do fem?"

Will let out a bitter chuckle, "No. She, is in fact, a he."

Jack's eyebrows flew skyward. He'd never thought the kid had it in him. "And that's your problem? You've been getting hard over a lad and don't know if he's into that?"

Will rubbed his face more vigorously, "I see pirates don't have problems with same sex relationships."

Jack let out a barking laugh and lay back on the sand, hand wishing it were around a bottle of rum. "Think about it, mate. Nothing but men out on the high seas for months or even years at a time. It's more than common enough for us to take male lovers."

Will raised his head at 'us', heart pounding, "You have a male lover?"

"No, but I have. Nights get lonely and cold, whelp. Even men who prefer women will turn to another man for comfort and to sate himself."

A rueful grin on his face, Will replied, "I see I have a lot to learn about pirates."

"Not much. As I said before, you're well on your way to becoming one."

Will let the first sincere smile in a long time grace his face, before it faded in thought. "Jack?"

"Mmm?"

"After this is all over, can I join your crew?"

Jack sat up, eyes searching Will's face, feeling alarmed. "Are you sure you'd want to do something as rash as that? It won't solve any demons you hold. And what about this 'love of your life'? You going to leave and never tell him?"

Will made himself meet Jack's eyes. "I never said he was the 'love of my life', Jack. Simply that I felt desires towards him. Desires I never felt for Elizabeth. I have yet to figure out if I DO love him. And this isn't a rash thought. I've had this longing ever since you left and I've been thinking it over the entire time. It's in my blood and you know it. I should have jumped after you that day and I didn't. THAT was rash."

Jack stared at him, eyes gazing at him thoughtfully, sizing him up. There was an emotion flickering in those eyes, one that he was failing to mask. Will leaned forward, trying to catch it, figure out what it was.

It was just as Jack opened his mouth, that pirates came thundering into the cave.

Jack was on his feet in seconds, Will right behind him. Jack pulled out a sword from somewhere and ushered Will behind him and towards a crate.

His hand dove in, and grasped a sword hilt and a pistol. He brought them up as pirates continued to pour in, all of them armed. Red entered close behind them, whip in her hand.

"Red, darling. How are you, love? Been having problems lately?"

"Shut up, Sparrow. I don't want to hear you gibber."

She gestured to Jack and suddenly all the guns and most of the blades were pointed at him. He gave her a weak smile, bowing slightly, as she turned to Will.

Anger and alarm flared up in Will at this and he glared at them heatedly. Red smiled smugly at him.

"Put them down, boy, and give up. Or Sparrow here gets his head blown off. And don't think I won't do it myself. He's been a right bastard to me for years."

Will threw down the sword and kicked it over. He tossed his pistol away as Jack's sword was taken.

Red smiled at a pirate who had been hiding behind her. "Good work, Creed. I guess you're not a total loss. Dante will be pleased."

Will watched as Jack tensed at the name, his expression becoming stony, before it gave way to his usual blankness and false cheer.

The last thing he saw, before a pirate knocked him out, was Jack's dark eyes, and Red's wondering glance.

A/N: Well, I managed some Obtuse!Jack and some Denial!Jack. Well, I hope so. He wasn't too OOC, was he? I'm finishing this up at 3AM, and I'm too tired to really care much. Next chapter should have some kissing, and maybe a little more Obtuse!Jack. It's the perfect opening for an Agressive!Will.

So, whaddcha think? Good? Bad? Get the next part out within a few days?

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Nite. Morning. Whatever!

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