A/N: Hello there POTC fans. This is my first try at this "stuff". Read on loves...all for Kerrs and the Deenna.

Disclaimer: And on the day when Wicked was carried away for impersonation all she had to say was..."Give me my motha fuckin' movie check!"

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Part Two: On the Black Pearl

"Ship looks nice," Will commented as he climbed aboard the Black Pearl for the second time in his life. The third time if you counted the time he had been drunk off rum and had crawled aboard to find Jack and Commodore Norrington going at it like two sea cucumbers. Or two randy bunnies. He'd done a quick about face, fell from the deck, woke up the next morning with a hangover, and seaweed in his knickers. And the sand, you can't forget the sand, it gets everywhere. In all the cracks.

"That's cause it's easier to fix a ship when you get people to stop blowing holes in her." Will shrugged, it made sense in theory.

"So what are the plans? Other than to sail to Tortuga with your crew? And meet up with Jesabelle."

"We introduce you to her friend. If you're truly not a eunuch, you can woo the strumpet."

"I'm not a eunuch! Why an I even bothering to argue with you ! You shag Norrington on the weekends!"

"You know about that !"

Muttering to himself Will decided to go to the Captain's; i.e. Jack's, quarters.

On the long table in the cabin sat a picture of Jack, Norrington, and a pale child.

"God save the queen, my arse," Will muttered. "That's an ethiopian baby." And satisfied with the fact that he knew Norrington's dirty little secret, Will rolled over and fell into a light sleep in Jack's bed.

This, of course led to later arguments about sharing blankets, eating strawberries, and the wonders of sharing a twin size bunk between two men.

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A/N: Give us reviews or I shall bring the shovel and the sword after you all.

With Deceit in her eyes,

Wicked