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Jack's compass show's him the direction of what he wants most. He imagines, on some days, that it is pointing to piles of gold, mountains of jewels and a ship more beautiful (if it is, indeed, possible) than the Black Pearl. He imagines that it is pointing him to the sea, to adventure, to anything out of the ordinary...that is not William Turner.
Because if he really thinks about it, really just sits down and considers why everywhere he goes, he is lead to the swordsmaker, he'll get a headache to battle that of a thousand bottles of good rum drunk in one night. Confusion does not sit well with the Captain, and neither does denial, but whenever his thoughts (or that blasted compass) turn to Will, he is both.
It's not his fault that William is a good looking man, a better than average swordsman, and a fantastic, if not in denial, pirate. He can't help it if he's more then a little attracted to him, can he? And so what if he thinks that he is MUCH better suited to fulfill William's every need than Elizabeth is?
It's not like he's in love with the lad or anything.
Sometimes, Jack wonders, though. What if the compass is trying to tell him something, what if, perhaps, the rumors he's been hearing of himself have some truth in them?
...What if he is in love with the Turner boy?
To deal with this, he thinks, he is going to need a lot more rum.
"Mr. Gibbs, the rum, if you will. I have some thinking to do, and I'd rather not be in my right mind when I think it."
