Together
"An' that be it cap'n." Gibbs said, nodding his head. Jack ran a hand over his ornamented beard, gracing Gibbs with his most charming smile.
"Aye, things right and fine, as it were. Enjoy y'self an evening out, Mister Gibbs." Jack said, hand swaying in the air with each word. Gibbs nodded and the two exchanged pleasantries, as they did every evening. When Gibbs left Jack took out his rum, as he did every evening, although it was a far more pleasant ritual.
With rum on his lips and weight on his heart, he stared at the sea. His mistress, as he often said. I wonder what my dear Commodore may be if she the Mistress, Jack thought with a bemused smile on his face.
In the heart of a Spanish port, miles and miles away from the only port he ever quietly called home, he felt something he hadn't in many years. Months out at sea, chases, excitement, booty (in many forms), and now… loneliness?
Jack snorted, taking a long swig of rum. Ha, loneliness. Homesick. Bloody Navy. Had ta be full of dashing Commodores. Or just one. As he took another mouthful of his panacea a shock of gold glinted in his vision. He put a grimy hand to his hair, lifting a lock tangled around a small button.
Suddenly Jack's face broke into a warm grin, fingering the token with tender affection. So this was what it meant to be together, he mused. Sitting up straight, he put the button to his lips, resting the cool metal there.
"A kiss for luck love. Be needing it in these seas." He murmured, standing up once more. He felt to ghost of James's hand on his, the ghost of James's lips. His own lips curled to a satisfied smile.