Title: The Past Never Lets Go.
Summary: The past never truly dies, it's always there. The sequel to "The Rewrite" but if you haven't read it you don't really need too.
Chapter 6/?
Writer: Azure K Mello
Distribution: ask.
For previous parts: or at ff.net:
Rating: R for now. I've never written NC17 before but I might go for it later.
Warning:
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After the sun vanished beneath the horizon the sky was still light. The Caribbean's summer nights never got well and truly dark until about 10 o'clock. Looking up at vaulted heavens as the slowly darkened Jack said softly, "We should get back. The crew shall be waiting for us. And you need to go see Elizabeth before morning."
Sighing Will nodded and kissed the spot where Jack's shoulders met his neck. His fingers ran over sun warmed flesh. He thought about climbing up onto the deck of the Pearl as naked as the day he was born. Only a short while ago he would have been horrified at the very thought. Now even the idea of having Anamaria see him didn't cause him to pale. The time he had spent with Jack had educated him. He was a pirate now and could do as he pleased. He had no use for shame. Anyone who had the nerve to judge him would be damned. If he wanted to board the ship completely starkers it was his prerogative. "Come on then. Let's get back before it gets too late."
Neither men knew the true gravity of Will's words.
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Elizabeth was thrilled to see him. He threw little stones at her window, knowing that her father would not be pleased to see him. Upon seeing "her Will" she ran out to meet him. Throwing her arms around him she gave him a tight, indecorous hug. Then she hit him because he hadn't sent her a letter in three whole weeks. After he explained that the ship hadn't come to moor since the day he had written the last one she forgave him and demanded details of his exploits.
Blushing slightly Will said, "Exploits?" He was amazed that he could be the feared pirate on the sea but he was still a boy when he stood in front of her.
"On the high seas," she clarified with a smug smile at Will's redness.
"Oh, there haven't been many."
"Will! This is me. All I've gotten in your letters is that you're happy, and well fed, and that the sea has been calm. I want tales! I keep hearing about the Dreaded Will Turner!"
"I have none to tell. The tales are just that, stories. I stand before you the same as I have always been, just me. Outside of being very intoxicated there is precious little debauchedness on board. We work hard. We only stopped by here for a day off. All of us were tired."
"Are you happy, Will? You look so tired and thin. But you're tan and you look like you've been working hard. So are you tired or miserable." she asked, her voice soft. Feelings, emotions, were not discussed. There was something taboo about private thoughts.
But he was a pirate and could ignore social conventions. He saw the worry in her eyes and had to be honest. Looking down to the ground he said, "I'm in love with him." He heard her small gasp and continued, "But he doesn't love me. I think he keeps me out of some feeling of owing my father. Or maybe I just really do look like him and Jack keeps. I want him to love me. Which is ridiculous. He'd never love me. I don't know what I thought would happen if I went with him. I enjoy my life, the crew, Jack. I like it all I just want more of what I can't have."
"He loves you! He told you that day on the Pearl!" she said with shock in her voice that Will could think such a thing.
"No he asked me to *let* him love me. He never said he did. He doesn't. He flinches every time anyone mentions my father. I don't think Jack will ever love anyone ever again." Sighing Will pulled at his finger nails. "I was a fool to think I would be the one he let inside." He stood suddenly feeling very tired and morose. "I should let you sleep." He turned his back and walked slowly away.
"Will?" He turned back, "Don't give up." He nodded with a sad smile and walked back to the small cove on the beach where he had anchored his rowboat.
Summary: The past never truly dies, it's always there. The sequel to "The Rewrite" but if you haven't read it you don't really need too.
Chapter 6/?
Writer: Azure K Mello
Distribution: ask.
For previous parts: or at ff.net:
Rating: R for now. I've never written NC17 before but I might go for it later.
Warning:
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After the sun vanished beneath the horizon the sky was still light. The Caribbean's summer nights never got well and truly dark until about 10 o'clock. Looking up at vaulted heavens as the slowly darkened Jack said softly, "We should get back. The crew shall be waiting for us. And you need to go see Elizabeth before morning."
Sighing Will nodded and kissed the spot where Jack's shoulders met his neck. His fingers ran over sun warmed flesh. He thought about climbing up onto the deck of the Pearl as naked as the day he was born. Only a short while ago he would have been horrified at the very thought. Now even the idea of having Anamaria see him didn't cause him to pale. The time he had spent with Jack had educated him. He was a pirate now and could do as he pleased. He had no use for shame. Anyone who had the nerve to judge him would be damned. If he wanted to board the ship completely starkers it was his prerogative. "Come on then. Let's get back before it gets too late."
Neither men knew the true gravity of Will's words.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Elizabeth was thrilled to see him. He threw little stones at her window, knowing that her father would not be pleased to see him. Upon seeing "her Will" she ran out to meet him. Throwing her arms around him she gave him a tight, indecorous hug. Then she hit him because he hadn't sent her a letter in three whole weeks. After he explained that the ship hadn't come to moor since the day he had written the last one she forgave him and demanded details of his exploits.
Blushing slightly Will said, "Exploits?" He was amazed that he could be the feared pirate on the sea but he was still a boy when he stood in front of her.
"On the high seas," she clarified with a smug smile at Will's redness.
"Oh, there haven't been many."
"Will! This is me. All I've gotten in your letters is that you're happy, and well fed, and that the sea has been calm. I want tales! I keep hearing about the Dreaded Will Turner!"
"I have none to tell. The tales are just that, stories. I stand before you the same as I have always been, just me. Outside of being very intoxicated there is precious little debauchedness on board. We work hard. We only stopped by here for a day off. All of us were tired."
"Are you happy, Will? You look so tired and thin. But you're tan and you look like you've been working hard. So are you tired or miserable." she asked, her voice soft. Feelings, emotions, were not discussed. There was something taboo about private thoughts.
But he was a pirate and could ignore social conventions. He saw the worry in her eyes and had to be honest. Looking down to the ground he said, "I'm in love with him." He heard her small gasp and continued, "But he doesn't love me. I think he keeps me out of some feeling of owing my father. Or maybe I just really do look like him and Jack keeps. I want him to love me. Which is ridiculous. He'd never love me. I don't know what I thought would happen if I went with him. I enjoy my life, the crew, Jack. I like it all I just want more of what I can't have."
"He loves you! He told you that day on the Pearl!" she said with shock in her voice that Will could think such a thing.
"No he asked me to *let* him love me. He never said he did. He doesn't. He flinches every time anyone mentions my father. I don't think Jack will ever love anyone ever again." Sighing Will pulled at his finger nails. "I was a fool to think I would be the one he let inside." He stood suddenly feeling very tired and morose. "I should let you sleep." He turned his back and walked slowly away.
"Will?" He turned back, "Don't give up." He nodded with a sad smile and walked back to the small cove on the beach where he had anchored his rowboat.