(A/N: After 8 weeks of camp- an update! –sparkle-sparkle- It's been a while since I have written, so let's see how this bugger turned out Hope you all like, and thank you for the reviews! Now onto the Fic….

Disclaimer: you know the drill-the pretty pirates aren't mine.

Chapter 3:



"Well, Well what do we have here?"

Two hands were placed on Will's shoulders as Jack drew back to get a good look at the other. Coal rimmed eyes scanned from the tips of scuffed boats to the top of a mop of hair. They made their way back down to the fingers that rested on the hilt of the knife that was now half out of the others pants where it had been hiding under the drape of his shirt, a shirt he never expected on the whelp, not by far.

"Hullo Jack, long time no see."

"That it has been."

His head was back up and eyes met as he let the grin settle back into place.

"Why don't we get a drink and catch up on old times, savvy?"

Will frowned for a moment than nodded. "As long as it's on you."

That sent Jack's brows shooting up, the quickness of the other and his particular response making him realize quite efficiently that this little town, and maybe something else, had changed the blacksmith who had always acted as though he had something rather unpleasant shoved up his backside.

"That is quite bold Mr. Turner, though I do believe I will, but only if you sit through our little chat without getting up until I say you can."

Will frowned again but shrugged his shoulders. "After you than Captain." He placed his hands out in a mock gesture and Jack grinned as he walked by him turning into a bar not three feet away, with a shake of his head Will followed into the dim space. He moved through the large shifting crowd inside to find Jack already at a table with two mugs in front of him, when Will took a seat he could only sigh at that undeniable color of rum.

"Do you drink naught else."

"Of course I do! But why should I if I have what I want available, it's like ordering carrots when you want Chicken." He lifted up the mug and tipped his head to the other before taking a swing. Will lifted his mug in response and followed suit.

"So what is it that you wish to talk to me about that you had to bribe me in order to keep my bottom in the chair as we spoke." He leaned foreword slightly as he breathed out the words, keeping with his trend of being upfront, something that made the captain wonder if Will had been spending sometime with his lovely second mate, though that would be quite impossible.

With a shake of his head and a smile Jack set the mug down as he raised a brow.

"Well sir, I was wondering if you would like to take board upon my ship, become part of the crew."

Will frowned. "Well, that is quite an offer, why would you ask me of all people? The only thing that calls me to the seas is half my blood, and all that you could possibly want is my swordplay, and that is hardly enough."

Jack tsked his tongue. "Will, I am not a stupid man, I would not ask you aboard if I did not have my reasons. You can sail, did I not teach you something in our time together? Besides you'll learn quickly, and you have a level head. I also know you have been looking for a job on a ship, and why not mine?"

"I won't ask how you found that query of mine out, but that is true. I don't know Jack- I was planning on something halfway respectable."

"Respectable?" He snorted. "In a place like this? And I thought you were maybe gaining some brain to you lad, I fear not though. I wouldn't call anyone who came to this rock to do business halfway respectable even if the king were aboard their ship." He shook his head and looked Will straight in the eye. "Come on lad, take the offer- it's the best one you'll get here and you know it…unless something else is keeping you off my ship?"

Will winced at that one and brought his mug to his lips once more, taking slow drink before setting it down. "You know then?"

Jack sighed. "A year has gone past lad, as sad as it is you need to let go, and what is a better way to do so than to work and work hard, the sea will be good for you. And you couldn't ask for a more handsome captain."

Will frowned than sighed. "No...I couldn't"

Jack blinked at that, and decided not to try and see if Will had been joking on that one. No that wasn't the task on hand, though it did spark something in his mind quite well fueled by the rum he had drank on the ship and now. Of course that was mostly extinguished as Will shook his head and tapped the table quite loudly.

"Alright than, I'll go-but I'll need a sword."

"I do believe we can arrange that." Jack threw him a grin and, Will attempted to match it as they both drank the rest of their drink in toast to the deal.

Finally moving back the chair jack got up and began to move away, before pausing and looking back to Will who still lounged back in his seat. "Well, what you waiting for? A bloody horse and chariot?"

Will looked over and threw him a smirk. "Haven't told me I could get up yet Captain."

Jack blinked and than frowned, a slight feeling of dread and a bit of happiness as he saw the spark in the other's eye, the days on the Pearl would prove to be quite interesting if this was the whelp's new turn in life. Very interesting indeed.

"Get your arse off that bloody chair. You have a ship to start working on."

"That I do."

((And scene! Alright, so after 8 weeks my style may have changed and it may be a bit rusty-if it is too rusty I will do a rewrite, just have to review and tell me what to do  ))