Title: Betrayal 7/?
Author: Majishia
Pairing: J/W Slight J/B
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Jack was finally tracking Will down. Across oceans, across land, across any obstacle that stood in his way. He first went to Port Royal. Searching the long-closed smithy uncovered no clues; it was as they had left it two years before.
To Tortuga he sets sails, hopes rising as the sun does. But even the sun sets. And so does his rising certainty that Will would have stayed there waiting for him to come. He now stands on the bow of the ship, facing the setting sun. He vows he will get Will back, even if he has to choose between piracy and Will. He could always burn the skin over his scar and join the Navy if Will wants!
"Cap'n," Gibbs croaks, the long nights of changing course with out sleep catching up with him, "The crew are getting restless, shall I tell them we'll stay in England for a time?"
Jack has to think about the answer for a while. "Aye, we'll stay for a spell. The Sleeping Beauty has the best rum an' rooms the boys- and girl," He thinks to add after he sees Ana Maria walk past, "could ask for." Gibbs then scurries to tell Ana Maria.
She, after hearing this, gives a great huge sigh; the crew had been cooped on this ship for far too long.
But Jack knows it's not the rum that he wants to go to the tavern for, or the better than average company; truth is he'd heard all those rumors about Bill fanning out from around that general area.
The rumors were probably just jabberwocky, but he'd bet money that there was some truth to them. Maybe another pirate of the undead crew, maybe just another claiming to be him, he'll find out. Then he'll work his crew to the bones again, and find Will, but until then...
Decided, looking into the blood-red sunset, he grudgingly deduces he'll pay a visit to Clarice, Anna-Belle, Jeanne, Stephanie, and after telling them he's no longer free, (and the time for his face to stop stinging) he'll go see Bill.
Knowing this will please the crew, he lets himself relax for a while listening to Gibbs tell the crew the news all the while muttering to himself (Gibbs, that is) a childrens rhyme that was 'perfectly good luck' "Red sun at morning, sailors take warning, red sun at night, sailors delight."