Disclaimer: Nope. Still no Johnny. Or any of POTC for that matter. Besides my DVD, posters, etc...RAWR! I want Johnny!...ok, before I get started on all of that, I will just say: Here is chappie 10! yay! It's quite long, I believe...well, at least, I tried.

As always, thanks to all of my readers, I tried to make this chappie extra long and especially amusing since it's been very dreary lately. 'Tried' being the key word here. :) BRING ON THE SILLINESS!

Ch.10 Iris

Jack left Will sleeping and went back up to Norrington's cabin. It was amazing that everything had transpired only an hour ago. Jack felt as though it had been forever. His life had paused the moment he had crashed into the room to find Will suffering. He had felt himself breathe sharply; had felt his heart skip a beat. As he reached the door, he took a deep breath.

Opening it, he went inside. No one had noticed anything yet- good. Norrington was lying on the floor, alive but in a daze. Pity he isn't suffering too much, Jack thought. He didn't want to do this, but it was necessary; necessary for both him and Will. He glanced around and quickly found what he was searching for- the Commodore's cock.

Slowly, Jack reached his hand out to pick the flesh up. But even he couldn't force himself to touch that thing. It was revolting. He scanned the room, looking for a piece of cloth, a linen, ANYTHING to pick it up with. He finally settled upon a cloth by the table. He grabbed the fabric and wrapped the flesh up in it, wincing the entire time. Finally, he tied a knot and put the cloth in his belt.

Now it was on to the Commodore. Eh, why waste time on Commodore Codwanker? Jack thought. So, instead of trying to help him, he just screamed.

"MAN DOWN! IT'S GAME OVER FOR HIM! HE WON'T BE HAVING ANY CHILDREN NOW! SOMEONE HELP THE POOR BLOKE!" Jack grinned, highly amused with himself, and quickly swaggered back down to his dear William. On his way down, he could hear the crew running to Norrington's rescue. His grin widened.

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Jack quietly slipped into Will's cabin. He looked at the somber form of Will and then looked around for something to entertain himself with. No guitar. Nothing that held his attention. So, he paced.

The rhythm of his steps quickly lulled him into a dream-like state of mind. Suddenly, things began to make sense that hadn't before. He understood all of his actions. Every stupid thing that he had done now made sense. So THAT'S why I got drunk and started screwing the wall! He realized.

"Euh...Jack..." A voice quietly moaned from the bed. Jack snapped out of his thoughts and ran to the bed, tripping over the chair in the process. From the floor, he got up on his knees, his hair flying everywhere.

"...OW!...DAMN!...yes Will? I'm here, I'm right...ouch...here." Jack winced every other word, having hit his manhood with the chair upon collision. He had his eyes partially squinted, and his face was scrunched up with the soreness.

Will's eyes slowly opened and he turned his head to face Jack.

"Could I have some water?" He croaked through a dry mouth.

Jack slowly stood up. He began to walk, penguin style, to the water basin. He picked the entire jug up and walked, still in penguin form, back to the bed. Will looked at him quizzically.

"...What, exactly, have you been doing?...Whatever it is, it looks painful." Will grinned, figuring that Jack was trying to cheer him up.

Jack spoke slowly and in short bursts. "Pacing...falling over chairs...injuring vital body parts...the usual." He retorted quietly.

"...Uh huh..." Will said, sipping some water. "Well, I do believe that I can fix that."

"No lad, ye won't be 'fixin' me any time soon. The Commodore did quite a number on yeh, and yeh need to heal first and foremost." Jack was being mature. For once.

Will's face became stony and he began to look angry. "I don't want to talk about that. It was frustrating and painful and I refuse to think about it..." Then his mood became playful. "Now come on over here, Captain Jack."

Jack had to work very hard to contain himself and not jump onto the bed and rip his clothes off. "...This is extremely painful for me, I assure ye...But...no. Ye don't get a piece of THIS until ye deal with yer emotions. None of Ol' Jack 'til yeh've healed. I'm so sorry, but this is jus' one o' those things."

"...But Jack, I want you so bad! I NEED you...in order to...um...HEAL!" Will was, quite frankly, out of his mind. Jack cocked an eyebrow at him.

"What the bloody frig have ye done with the real Will?" His left hand was supporting and soothing his injured appendage.

"Jack, seriously, let me have a look at that, you might have really injured it!" Will said, still seeming out of whack with his usual self. "Stop acting like a git and waddle over here!" Will protested.

"No! Yeh're acting like a wanker and I do not trust ye with me pride an' joy."

After much persuasion and a throbbing member, Jack finally gave in and allowed Will to examine him. While the 'wanker' lightly poked and rubbed said member, Jack tried very hard not to say "Don't stop...", although in the end, he said it anyway. The delighted look on Will's face told Jack that he was really in for it.

But hey, he DID get Will to run around the room screaming "I am a big banana!" for a full two minutes, so he felt it was worthwhile.

Jack was just beginning to get a rhythm with Will's cock when a knock on the locked door interrupted his activities. He first ignored it, of course, because he was busy. But when the perpetrator continued to interrupt Jack's mindset, he gave up and opened the door a tiny bit.

Jack made his voice falsely cheery. "...'ahem'...yes?..." His face was plastered with a fake smile that looked more like a grimace.

On the other side of the door was one of the guards from the dinghy. "Hello, Captain Sparrow. See, I got it right this time!...oh, yeah, anyways, I saw you carry Mr.Turner in here a while ago, and I watched the room while you were gone...and-"

"...Do ye mean to be tellin me that ye were spyin? For...NORRINGTON?" Jack exclaimed, his eyes full of rage.

"No, Captain. I just was trying to make sure you two were safe. Because, I think that you're a nice person, and I just wouldn't want anything bad to happen to you...please just believe me. You really opened my eyes to life when we were on that dinghy...BUT HOLD ON! This is really important...if you two don't get back in your cell by 5 minutes from now, they'll know you escaped...and they'll kill you both." Then the man began to back up and leave.

"...Oh...right...thanks very much...Mr...?" Jack blurted, his face shocked with the realization of what could happen to him and dear William.

But the man had already turned a corner and didn't hear Jack's question.

Jack ducked back in the room and locked the door. Quickly, he grabbed the first pair of pants that he saw and threw on a shirt. Then, of course, there were all of his effects. In the time it took him to get those on, Will was already dressed and on the lookout for a time to make a run for it. The pants Jack put on felt a little bit tight, but he assumed it was just because he was still affected by their interrupted cavorting.

Will turned around from his lookout and looked Jack up and down.

"Firstly, your shirt is backwards AND inside out. Secondly, you should continue wearing my pants all the time because they show off your huge cock." Will grinned at his assessment and turned back around to continue his lookout. Jack raised his finger to say something, but ended up just shrugging and grinning.

He looked down, examining the pants. "Is it really that big?...Hm..." He turned his head sideways. Frowning, he sucked in his stomach, which didn't do much. "Oooh, yeah, I guess it 'tis rather... shapely." He grinned, turning his head in different directions. Will just shook his head.

As soon as Will gave him a signal, Jack dashed out of the room behind him. He ran behind Will, but it wasn't really running, it was more of a sprint with his arms flailing out next to him and his mouth wide open. They sprinted down a flight of stairs and turned a corner into the prison cabin. Jack helped Will fit through the bars and then slid in himself.

"Will, is me booty still in those pants?" Jack cocked an eyebrow in Will's direction.Will looked up at him, clearly about to laugh hysterically. "Not THAT booty, yeh wanker!" Jack laughed, then explained. "I left some treasure in them..."

Will's face began to stretch into a grin again. Jack looked at him, as if to say 'What?'. Will continued to laugh as he searched the pockets. "Yes Jack, you stick, it's in here."

For the rest of the time they spent waiting for the crew to check on them, Jack tried to force Will to tell him what was so funny. Will just laughed uncontrollably every time Jack said 'treasure'.

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Over the next few days, Jack tried to get Will to talk about his ordeal with Norrington. Sadly, the lad would tell him nothing. Jack continued trying, but to no avail.

"Yeh can NOT jus' pretend that things never happened...Ye 'ave to DEAL with stuff, William!" Jack yelled one day, in a fit of frustration.

The terrible part was, he knew that Will couldn't do anything until he faced his problems.

We are probably getting to the last few chappies here, people, unless there is some huge movement to keep the story going...and so please review! Reviews are yummy. They make me happy:)