Title: Betrayal 3/?
Author: Majishia
Pairing: J/W Slight J/B
Disclaimer: None of them are mine. I'm making no profit off them.
Will wanders from port to port, leaving bits and pieces of himself. In Totuga he leaves his sobriety, drowning his sorrows in grimy mugs of rum. In England, he leaves his sanity, now thinking of working with cutthroat pirates.
He had once thought all pirates were the same murdering, pillaging, and raping. He now finds that he thought wrong.
"You, boy!" A captain shouts, "Can you deal with a life at sea?" Will nods yes and goes to the captain. An arm pokes out of the enormous sleeve the captain wears, hinting at what kind of life he has lead up 'till now.
Will gasps and steps back. A pirate brand was slightly hidden under the cloth. And if Will doesn't know intimately what he is looking at, he would say that it's just a scar. But it isn't the pirate brands that startles him, but the other brand. The brand of the Flour-De-Lis. It was known in France as 'The Killer's Brag' because all who wore it had been convicted of a murder, sentenced to death, and escaped.
"How would you like to become any man's dream, a pirate?" Will quickly backs away; he didn't want to deal with any more pirates.
"Well? Will you answer me?" The man then notes his sleeve is uncovering his brand, and tries to hide it. To Will's horror the captain notices that Will is staring at the brand.
"Ah so now you know. Join me crew or you'll die. Dead men tell no tales." Will then runs toward the nearest tavern, the Sleeping Beauty. He turns and goes inside, not noticing the second pair of eyes on him.
The pirate never had a chance. The second pair of eyes came complete with a sword, and the knowledge of how to use it. But Will doesn't know this, because he's been without Jack for only a few months, and in those months he's lost his will to fight and he knows that if he is caught, he'd die.
He's now on the floor in the corner of the tavern. Staring up ant the tables and chairs, the others think him any other drunk, way past his cups. He hunches himself down and stares at the door, waiting for the pirate to come bursting through.
He waits for the pirate's boots and doesn't notice another pair come up to him.
He finds himself on the sharp pointy side of a nice, new sword. Looking up, up, up past the arm and the shoulder, past the angry looking burns, he sees brown. That's all he sees as he stares at this fascinating creature, this mirror image of himself.