Title: Smother Me

Rating: R/Mature

Paring: Will/Jack

Summery: Will has been hurt, abused, and everything else you can imagine. He has to escape, but to where? Who will he find? A certain infamous pirate! (I am horrible with summaries.)

Warning: Prostitution, abuse, and slash.

Also, I hate it when people try REALLY hard to make the pirate voices, it just sounds horrible and it's hard to read. So…I'm just going to use a regular voice and try my hardest to keep the characters like how they would act.

Chapter 8

Will sat alone in his old cabin, pulling at the few loose strings on his pants. He stared at the floor and softly sighed to himself. He could feel his heart breaking apart, tearing out all the stitches that had been there to repair it. Inside of him he felt cold, helpless, and empty, as if he was hollow inside. The pain was worse than anything he had ever felt before. He no longer felt hungry, or like joking around with the crew members.

He wanted, or more like needed, somebody to hold him. He needed someone to hold him tight and stay by his side and tell him everything was ok. However,that person was gone now. The emptiness bubbling in the pit of his stomach made his body ache. This sadness devoured him whole; it controlled him. It had been a few days since the incident and he still rarely came out of the cabin.

His body was tired and refused to get up. It seemed as though he was watching everything through a lens. Time seemed to go so slow. He couldn't think straight. The one time he let somebody get close to him, somebody he could trust, everything fell apart. He blamed Jack, he blamed the rum for making Jack turn into a monster, but most of all he blamed himself for being so naïve.

He knew all along he should not have trusted Jack, but he couldn't help it. The way Jack had acted around him, the way he smiled slyly at him holding the mischievous glint in his eyes... he couldn't help but fall right into the spell Jack cast upon him. He shook his head to rid the thoughts of Jack. . He picked himself up off the floor and plopped down on his bed, deciding to ease his worries.

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Jack silently stood, letting his hands firmly grip the wheel of the ship. He stared out into the ocean, deep in thought. He knew he had managed, once again, to ruin a relationship. He just didn't know how bad he had done it this time. He kept his face emotionless and his eyes hard, not wanting the crew to catch the emotions that were raging inside of him. He couldn't understand himself, or understand the way he acted. He only wanted to have fun when they arrived at Tortuga, show Will a good time.

Instead of that, his two tramps that always managed to connect to his hip like leeches managed to make him drunk beyond belief and ruin it all. He hadn't meant to hurt the one person who he believed he was starting to love. The look Will had given him, the shock, and the sadness, the hurt and betrayed look... he was the one who caused it, nobody else.

What way to fix it though? He could try to talk to Will about it, apologize. Jack shook his head in disapproval. "Or!" he thought aloud, "I can…" He mumbled to himself, talking over what to do with the two other smaller Jacks on his shoulders. His eyes widened and he flailed his arms around. "Are you daft? No bloody way!" He argued angrily, shouting at his left shoulder.

Away from Jack, Ragetti and Pintel were staring at Jack. They watched as he walked around, arguing back and forth with his two shoulders. "You don't suppose he's gone mad, do you?" Ragetti asked Pintel, looking slightly scared. Pintel scrunched up his face, and shook his head. "Nah! That's just Jack being Ol' Jack!" Pintel assured him, and they continued back to there mopping.

Jack bit his lip, causing blood to seep out. His friends just could not help him! He abruptly plopped himself down on the floor. He folded his legs and rested his chin on his hand. He sat there, thinking of the previous times when he was in a similar predicament. Whenever somebody became angry at him, the best thing he could do is pretend it didn't happen. They always ended up forgetting it and forgiving Jack. Jack smiled to himself, triumphant feeling overcoming him, feeling as if he just figured out some grand puzzle. His face returned to its usual cocky expression, and he picked himself up off the floor.

"Ahoy, Mr. Gibbs!" Jack called, his face grinning. He took his hands off the handle and walked down the stairs, his body swaying, and greeted the man with a grin, showing his gold teeth.

"Aye, Captain?" Gibbs asked, cocking his head to the side and shutting one of his eyes to block out the sun.

"Let's say we catch ourselves some food," Jack said excitedly. He looked up, his mouth hanging slightly open, his hand on his braided beard. His eyes lit up and he added quickly, "Some fish, and perhaps if can some crabs?! Savvy?" Jack's grin returned and he began to walk away from Gibbs.

Gibbs looked back, his face showing a hint of confusion, and he yelled out, "Aye Captain! We'll get right to it!"

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A couple of days had passed, and Jack and Will had still not spoken to each other. The sun shone brightly and awoke Will from his sleep. He uncurled his body slowly while stretching his arms and legs out. His chest rose up and tiredly he placed his hand over his mouth to cover a yawn.

He sat on the bed, his eyes half closed and his back slouched. He sat there unmoving for a while, not wanting to get up and leave the cabin. He still felt slightly numb, but slowly the pain was fading away. Maybe it wasn't the end yet. For the first time he was beginning to feel as though maybe everything would be ok again. A warm feeling of ease settled over his body and his muscles un-tensed. He felt as if a great weight had been lifted off his shoulders, off of his heavy heart.

Even so, the pain wasn't still completely gone. The only thing to help him now was for Jack to apologize. Will was sure he was going to and a small smile played its way onto his lips. He quickly got dressed, fumbling all over the cabin as he tried to get his pants on. Once he was dressed he walked up to the deck and felt the warm, bittersweet sun start to warm his body. It was instantly working on trying to fry him, and yet at the same time it was giving him a nice tan.

Will breathed in, smelled the salty ocean, and immediately it gave him comfort. He looked up and laughed quietly to himself, seeing the sight in front of him. Ragetti and Pintel were mopping the deck. In one quick, swift movement Pintel slammed the handle of his mop into Ragetti's head and his eye popped out of its socket. The waves crashed hard against the ship, causing it to rock side to side.

Ragetti's eyeball was quickly rolling back and forth, making its owner chase it. Cotton and his parrot were pulling on the sails, trying to adjust them so that they could go in the right direction. Mr. Gibbs and Marty (or "the midget guy") were playing some kind of game. Obviously Marty was getting most of it wrong. Mr. Gibbs just sat there, but his hands were flailing and he was yelling at the poor guy.

Lastly Will looked up to the steering wheel, where he knew Jack would be. There he was, standing tall and looking fierce. His eyes were sharply gazing into the ocean, and his face was solemn. His hat was perched atop his head, protecting his eyes from being unable to see. Will took a step back and looked up at Jack sadly. He brought his hand up to his cheek, remembering the slap he received from Jack, and the horrible words uttered from the drunken man's lips.

Jack sensed somebody was watching him. He looked out and spotted Will, standing there looking dumbly back at Jack. Jack smiled and quickly walked over towards Will.

"Aye, lad! How are ya doing? Nice to see ya out and about!" Jack said, patting Will on the back and smiling at him. His trusty bottle of rum was hanging right in his hand.

"I've been better…" Will replied back, eyeing Jack up and down and watching as Jack gulped down some of the rum.

"That's good! How about you help with mopping the deck?" Jack asked, laughing, though Will did not know why.

"Jack…talk to me," Will replied uneasy. His big brown eyes looked up at Jacks, hoping Jack would apologize to him.

Jacks face became serious, then immediately he smiled at Will. "Talk to ya about what, lad?" he asked, his face not holding any sign of understanding.

Will quickly glanced up at Jack, his face becoming angry, then blank. A hoarse, fake laugh erupted from Will.

"Oh right, its nothing important." He chuckled, suddenly feeling much more depressed.

"That's right, lad! Now come on! Get to yer job!" Jack said, his voice stern yet wavering slightly.

Wills head immediately turned down towards the floor. "Jack, I'm not feeling well. I'm going to go back to my cabin." Without another word he left, retreating back down into his cabin.

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Once Will got into the cabin he immediately panicked. Jack didn't care, he didn't even acknowledge that he had hurt him and no apology had come. Will's thoughts all came crashing into each other.

'Did he deceive me? He didn't really care?' Will kept asking himself. The same cold, dark, empty feeling in his heart returned to him. The feeling hit him with such a force, he just couldn't handle it. He found somebody he thought loved him back, but he supposed in the end nobody did really care for him.

He was, after all a dirty slave. It would never change, why did he think it would? He had been stupid to think that things would change. Why would he so easily trust somebody? Trusting people was what always hurt him the most. Tears slid down his face, but he held his head high. He doesn't have to deal with this. He could end it, and then he'd truly be happy. They would toss his body out into the ocean anyway. He was easy to forget, and it was not like his life made any big impact on anybody. 'I give up,' Will thought to himself, no longer wanting to hold on. To concede to everything seemed so much easier than to just go through it all. That's exactly what he intended to do.

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Ah! Sorry this took so long to get out. I had so much trouble with this chapter, and I am still not happy with how it sounded. Thanks for the Reviews and please R&R! Thanks.