In The Hearts of Men and Pirates (Part 3)
By Vejgeta22
Notes: Smut, Slash, PWP with romantic interludes
Summary: 'The heart of a man, this man, is no longer my own. It belongs to a pirate.' As he watches The Black Pearl sail away with the only thing that will make his heart leap with joy, Will takes a trip down memory lane. On the ship, Jack relives the same memory aboard the Pearl.
Chapter Warnings: Commandeering, sentimental mush.
Pairings: Will/Jack
Time Frame: Set after the movie.
Disclaimer: Same as always, their not mine, except when I've drank enough rum... Oh to stranded on a deserted island with Jack...
Chapter 3: 'Commandeering' Memories
Will stared in dismay as all his hopes and dreams slowly faded from view. Everything that he ever wanted and needed was aboard one ship, The Black Pearl, and it was leaving him behind. Will bit back a choking sob as realization of it all hit home. He would never see Jack again. A cool wind carrying a mist from the sea hit his face, mingling with his own falling tears.
'I'll die without him. I'll waste away here, alone. And he'll never know...'
The hopelessness settled in his heart like a heavy brick in a pail of water. He wanted to do something, anything. Jumping off the pier, swimming towards the ship even sounded good to him, even though he knew he would die way before he'd even come close to Jack.
He stood there for a while, eyes closed, mind wandering to the past. Though memories hurt, he needed something to help him stay grounded. And even a passing fleet of Jack in his mind, though never as good as the real thing, would help.
Third Night on the Interceptor Will
Will stood on the deck, wind whipping his hair around. At first, he hated the wind messing up his hair, since he had the painstaking task of combing it back into place every morning. But he was getting used to it. As well as other things. The boat's creaking and moaning, the waves sloshing against the sides of the boat, Jack... Jack? That was the hardest to get used to, and there were things about the pirate that he knew that he could never live with.
There was the way he swayed his hips most provocatively when he walked, the way that he touched him at the most inappropriate moments, how he stared into his eyes whenever they talked... eyes that you would find yourself getting lost in... stares that seem to see into your very soul and beyond... Why did these things matter much to him? And when did he ever take the time to notice?
He had never paid THAT much attention to Elizabeth, never noticed her little quirks that made her Elizabeth. Will now had a small surge of guilt at realizing these things. Then there was his way of addressing him. In public, Jack often referred to Will as 'lad' or 'laddie' or 'son' and who could forget the infamous 'whelp'. But sometimes he would slip and call him 'luv' or 'darling'. He used those terms more when they were alone. Like tonight on the ship. Will turned his attention to that conversation that caused his mind to think about this situation as a whole.
3 hours ago Jack
"Cold, luv?"
Jack approached Will from his right, noting the shivering form that was in front of him.
"No... I'm fine."
A pause.
"Thanks for asking."
Jack smiled at him.
'Youth does have its advantages. And I'm looking at the biggest one in front of me.'
"Thinkin' of your bonnie lass?" 'Please say no... Where the hell did that come from?'
"Yes. I'm hoping she's alright. There's no telling what they might be doing to her right now. I should have been there to protect her. It's my fault she's there with them now..."
Jack suddenly had the urge to pull the boy into his arms and make him forget about the pain that he was feeling. The pain in his eyes...
'Whoa... ok... I gotta cut back on the rum.' "Will, she'll be fine. If everything what you told me about her is true, she'll hold her own. And me Pearl will do the same. Strong lasses, they are."
'Or maybe she'll fall for Barbossa, and leave you alone so that I can have you to myself... Ok... the bit about cutting back on the rum? Let's double it instead...'
Will smiled slightly at Jack.
'Hmmm... he actually said something that didn't revolve around pillaging, sex, rum, killing Barbossa, rum... wait I said that already, but considering how much he drinks, it needed to be mentioned twice.' Will laughed to himself on that last thought.
"And what is so funny, luv?"
Jack raised his eyebrows slightly. Will looked at him, and noticed for the first time just how brown they were, how the kohl made them look bolder, even in the moonlight. He swallowed hard.
"Nothing... just thinking about something that happened to me when I was younger."
"Well, do tell, Will. In fact, a good tale goes best with a good drink, like rum."
'There he goes again with the rum.' Another small laugh.
Jack moved closer to Will's side, whispering in his ear, even though there was no one else on the ship.
"You know, luv, people will start to think you're crazy if you keep laughing to yourself like that."
The warm breath caressed his ear, causing Will to shiver. He turned to look at Jack, and found himself staring into his eyes again. Their faces were so close, that each could feel the other's breath, Will's warm and staggered, Jack's hot and laced with the spiced rum from the bottle he had been drinking. Nether mad a move or a sound. Each seem to waiting for something...
'Anything... do...' thought one 'Anything...' finished the other. After starring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, Jack turned to walk away, much to Will's disappointment.
"Are you coming to tell me that tale over rum? I hate to drink all by me onesies, savvy?"
That word. That one word sent shivers down Will's spine no matter when he used it. He compared it to being doused by a bucket of cold water and the skin being shocked by it's temperature, followed by a cool gust of wind. He shivered again. His mind wanted to refuse the drink, not the just the drink, but the man offering the drink as well. He opened his mouth to say no, but out came out,
"I'll join you in a little while. I just need to... clear my head first."
Jack smiled to himself. He was flustering the boy; he could hear it in his voice. And what was so ironic was the fact that he wasn't even trying! He nodded, and headed off down into the captain's quarters without another word
Alone on Deck Will
Here he stood, replaying all that had transpired, not understanding it all. He closed his eyes and sighed. Jack's face came into view. His braids and dreadlocks laden with silver trinkets and beads. Then the beard, cut short, with two long braids, beaded in the same fashion. His earrings, gold hoops that actually made his appearance more... attractive. Had he just thought that? Jack Sparrow, attractive? What the fuck?! Some had laced his drink... but wait, he wasn't drinking. He was sober.
The black kohl that lined his eyes, making them much more expressive and daunting... Jack... Another sigh. Then, of course, there was that smile. The smile that was like the sun, but much brighter. He could never admit it out loud, but he liked the man's smile. It warmed him, made him feel free... Where were all these thoughts coming from?
Will thought more over the new situation that was beginning to unfold. Could this mean that... was he... no he couldn't be? Could he? Will shook his head, not wanting to believe what was fact. HE liked Jack. HE. LIKED. JACK. How sick... how twisted... but oddly, he found it comforting.
"I need that drink, now..."
He shook his head, and headed down the stairs, hoping that Jack had not drunk all the rum, or had another bottle. He could really use it now...
Present Time Aboard the Black Pearl
Jack stood at the helm, the wheel in his hand, lost in thought as well. That night... That night had shaped him for what he was doing now. He closed his eyes, and Will sprang into view, smiling at him, his arms open...
Jack suddenly wished that the ship would go faster; he couldn't wait for his eyes to grace the one that he knew he loved...
'Soon, Will darling. Soon, you will be here at my side... My life will then be complete.'
Tortuga Will
Will stood there, still watching the horizon, hoping that the ship would turn and come back. He knew that wouldn't happen.
"Laddie, ye didn' find yer friend?"
Will turned around. It was the captain of the ship that he sailed here on.
"I found him, but not in time..."
He turned back at looked at the horizon. The ship was now a speck on top of the sea, but Will could still see it...
"You were lookin' fer Capt'n Sparrow, lad?"
Upon hearing those words, Will spun around.
"YES!!"
He realized that he sounded eager, but he did not care.
"Yes... but it's too late now... The Pearl has sail away. I'll never see him again..."
The captain stepped closer to Will.
"Well, I wouldn't say that. All you need to know is where the ship is going. The journey to reach it would be simple."
"Yes, but I don't know where it's headed. I came here on a whim and a prayer that he'd be here. Now I've lost him..."
"Now, that's where yer wrong, matie. See, I know where he's headed. Goin' back to Port Royal. Lookin' for some lad named Will. Know of him?"
Will was shocked. Jack, looking for him? Could it be?
"I am Will. Will Turner. And I need to catch that ship."
"Can't be done, least not in my ship anyways. But, if we had that ship..."
He pointed to a large ship, 'The Skipper', which had been in port only for a few hours.
"Maybe we could catch that ship in, oh, a day, day an' a half, tops."
Will looked at the ship. A smile came to his face as he looked at the captain.
"I do believe that a little 'commandeering' is in order, savvy?"
The captain smiled back.
"I do like yer way of thinkin', young Turner. I do like yer way of thinkin'."