Just a quick warning, this'll be light/mild slash ( of the JW variety), because I'm not gonna even try to write a sex scene. Maybe lame innuendos or implications, but no blatant scenes. If I do make this a HP crossover, it'll probably be with J and W as parental figures for young Harry, though I can't see that. Sorry.

Disclaimer: Don't even think of suing me of claiming this as mine! Because it's not! None of it is!
This chapter was betaed by... the wonderful Kittery.

-Aboard the Black Pearl-
-Chapter 1: Five Year Reunion for Will and Jack-

"My place is here, between you and Jack."

Five years had passed since he had said those words, and he had never regretted them. Maybe regretted the actions he himself had done after speaking those loyal words, but it was a true statement,but he could never convince himself completely that the words were spoken from loyalty as friends and not from something more that was just kind of nonexistently hanging out there.

"As is mine."

Ah, sweet Elizabeth. Now, that was one thing he did regret. Marrying her, disappointing her…and consequently,breaking her.

In short, the last five years had been hell for him. He and Elizabeth, or Mrs. Norrington, now, had gotten into at least one severe fight each week the year after they had married. If he was honest with himself, he was surprised that the marriage had lasted all those four years.

Now he was a closeted pirate – because he still had longing for the sea, and Jack, his inner voice would always whisper longingly – and the best blacksmith in the area. The shop was his and he could finally claim his credit. His 'master' whom he'd been apprenticed to had died not long after his first meeting with Jack. Thank god. The man was a pushover, and not worth the respect. A drunk to boot, and a lazy ass.

A small fortune sat untouched to collect interest over the years in the bank of Jamaica but it was nowhere close to that of Elizabeth and her family. A family I was a part of, the little voice spoke venomously.

At the present, he's sitting in the shop, on the rafters where he and Jack had fought and flirted with injury. They had never been repaired. Whether it was for the memory, or from laziness he wasn't sure, though. In the last year, he'd come and sit up here very often to bask in the more pleasant memories.

"Hello, Will."

Will almost fell off the rafters, but was steadied by a rough hand on his forearm.

He would know that voice anywhere, and knew immediately that it was Jack Sparrow.

"Long time no see, Jack," he replied in kind, shifting slightly on the rafter because there was a splinter sticking in his ass. I can think of other things I'd like in my ass, the little voice chirped in, and he scowled.

Jack noticed the scowl, and questioned it.

"Nothing, just mutinous voices in my head," Will said sarcastically, and noted how Jack winced at the word 'mutinous'.

"How've ye been, Will?" Jack asked, changing the conversation quickly. He really didn't want to speak of bitter memories or pour salt on almost-healed wounds, so he decided to get to the point of the visit.

"The truth? Absolutely miserable."

"Ah, then perhaps I can remedy that…"

"What are you talking about, Jack?" Will asked curiously, if not a bit cautious and defensive.

Jack took a deep breath, and continued, "I want you to be my first mate on my ship."

Even though this is about the length of regular chapters for some authors, I can't write this short normally, so it's just a little teaser, I guess, to see if anyone wants me to keep this going. I probably won't update very often, so please bear with me. Not on hiatus unless it remains untouched for more than about three months, becasue I still have ... um... counts... four WIP (that does mean work in progress, right?) fics in the works beside this.

Love, Cher