Summary: 'I love you'. He said it with the way he did what ever he did. It was funny, actually, and Elizabeth thought bitterly whether she was the only one who had noticed. She wasn't. slashtobecome
Pairing: Okay, let's admit it. Jack and Will.
Warnings: slash and an egoistic Jack.
Disclaimer: Not mine. See the details from the first chapter.
Word count (just story): 922
A/N: Hah, this is longer! points the word count above Hurray for me! This's actually written last night. Yes, I probably shold get a life. But anyways, here's what Jack thinks. I hope you Jack-lovers don't hate this a bit self-centered Jack. It's in his nature, what can I do?

2. Interesting New Accessary

He's mine. He's sooo mine.

Well, at the moment he's not, not yet, anyway, but he will bee. Will, of course. The lad couldn't stand two weeks away from me, now could he? Ran away, back to me first time he got the chance, didn't he? He did.

I've got him now. He's all mine in a day or two. But then again – who wouldn't be? When I decide to get somethin', especially if the 'thing' happens to be after me, like this lad is, what could possibly go wrong? Right you are, nothin', so he's as good as mine. That's good.

I seriously thought for a moment tha' it was all over fer me. Our adventure ended; the brave blacksmith had rescued the Governors daughter, the evil, famous Captain Jack Sparrow was caught an' the even more evil pirates were either dead or locked up, too. The thing had really seemed to end quite miserably. Surely I wouldn't get a chance to get to know the hero of the story better. 'What a shame', I thought then, 'what a shame, indeed. He'd make a fair pirate. We'd make a nice pair.' That's really one of the things that went through my mind while I was standin' there, waitin' the useless idiot to end his list of my crimes. It was quite a nice story to listen, really. I should ask Will to get me copies. I could make a book of all of them. 'Memoirs of Captain Jack Sparrow'. Tell the tales, ya know. Kids would love it.

So there I was, thinkin' about all the stuff I never had time to do – like kids (well I did do tha', but never had any), books, honest work an', well, kids, books and honest work, that's about it. Anyway, I was gettin' quite sentimental at that moment, thinkin' that it was the end. Stupid, really, even I had forgotten - that will never, ever, happen again! For I had, indeed, missed one important thing.

That I am Captain Jack Sparrow!

So, of course I didn't get hanged! The whelp, the useless excuse for a pirate's son finally did somethin' so stupid that it actually made sense! He saved me. A plain sign of affection, right? Why else he'd saved me if he didn't fancy me? And let's face it, who wouldn't! Right.

Well, I guess he didn't – or still doesn't – understand it himself, I mean why he really saved me. It must be difficult to get it all by himself. Not that I wouldn't help him, I jus' think he'd want to figure it out alone. Firstly, he'd need to get the I'm straight!-thing off – and get over his sodomite-phobia thing, too. Then he'd have to admit to himself that, yes, he wasn't so attracted to that bony Elizabeth or while we're at it, women in general. He loves her, yes, definitetly, would die fer the lass, like he said, but many people love their relatives, too. Well, I don't know any who do, but some even might die fer them. So the point is, tha' the lad's gotta get real and see that his dear miss Swann is like his little sister to him! It's painfully obvious to anyone else but him. He thinks he loves her... well, he'll get it at some point. And after gettin' all that into that useless mind of his, he'll have to face the fact that he's attracted to other men. And at this poin it is most certainly important that he doesn't panic – or do somethin' really supid like, jump of a cliff or try to kill himself by some other stupid way. Tha' wouldn't be so nice. It's gonna be difficult for the lad, he always stresses about stuff so much.

But after he's over all that, he'll get to the best part. He'll get to me, realisin' first that he likes me, then that he loves me and then that he – well, we all see that he do – want's me. That'll explain most of the stupid – but undeniably cute – things he does an' has done around me... I mean, he really can't've meant to do all tha' ... nobody's that stupid.

But yeah, he'll get all that in a few days. It's gonna take some time to sunk in, I bet, but he'll get it soon enough. After all, he's on the same ship with me, now, isn't he? And on my ship, that is, and thus, under my command. 'Tis his choice, so he can't complain – or wonder why – if I make him do all his things around me. Like gettin' me rum, bein' on the same watch at night, studying how to make proper knots with me an' stuff like tha'... I'll give him his time to realize how things lay, bu' you can't blame me for helpin' him a bit. It's not that I'd be molestin' him or anythin'. Jus' hang out near him so that he'll get the idea an' start realizin' things.

The more time he'll get to spend with me, the faster he'll start understandin' things. An' the faster he'll understand, the faster I'll get him to me bed.

And that's when the fun starts.

Really, but at the moment I'll jus' go an' have me rum and wait fer the truth to sink in that pretty head. Then we'll have the happy endin' for this story. Or, well, it's not really endin', so let's say the happy beginning. Of an interesting new life of crime with an interesting new... well, accessary.

He really did make a good pirate, even if we still have some trainin' to do, but after that he's gonna be bloody good.

In the beginning, I really didn't think he'd have it in him. But, well, you never know who ends up to be a commandor or a blacksmith and who ... well, get's to be, well, a pirate.

A/N: So, tell me what ya think! (and tell me even if you didn't think anythin'!) I guess I'm now just about bound to write also Wills POV, too. There's going to be something a maybe bit surprising there... But I guess that'll be it for A Pirate. Except if I get a bright inspiration and make things move up a bit. You know, so that this would actually have a plot and everythin'. That'd be fun. But we'll see.

Here's answers to the few reviews I got:

mr rain clouds rolling in: Well here's the next part. I hope it's not 'shit' as I so cultivatedly it expressed in the first chappy. ' That B. Franklin's line is good. I should write it on my wall. But anyway, thanks for the loveably-long review. :)

Captain-Ammie: Thanks. I hope this is too. :)

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And ANOTHER A/N: Corrected some of the oddest misspellings I had here and there (I always do, I should get a beta-reader!) and also the terrible anacronisms-thing. I really wasn't sure about the "fag" and "queer" but I really tought "gay" would be a word old enough for Jack (yes, you can think that in any way you want). So, sorry for the mistakes and thanks for correcting them! The next chapter will be out soon:)