Will waited in the music room of Governor Swann's house, with his arms crossed over his chest. He tapped his foot impatiently. Jack had not shown up. "Where is he?" Will muttered to himself as he searched for the familiar face out through the wide window. "Even more importantly, why am I here?!" he asked himself, his voice rising with frustration. "Because you want to learn how to play piano," a voice sing-songed from the other side of the room.

Will turned around quickly, and Jack was leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed and a signature grin across his face. "Well then." He swaggered over to the piano, pulled the bench out with a flourish, and plopped down on it. He motioned for Will to follow, and the blacksmith did--reluctantly. Will didn't sit down. He stood over the piano, studying the black-and-white keys with confusion. "Will, you're going to have to sit if you want to play," Jack said calmly, patting the open space next to him. Will regarded it as if it was poisonous, and he slowly slid in next to Jack, whose face brightened. "Much better," he said cheerily.

"Now…." Jack out his finger to his chin, then pointed to a white key in the middle of the piano, Will noticed. "This," Jack said, pressing down on the key, "Is middle C. You put your thumb on it, with your hand facing this way." He placed the rest of his hand down on the piano, going to the right. "Now you try," he said, motioning to Will. He hesitantly put his thumb on the smooth ivory and pressed down on it. "Good. This note is D," he said, hitting the key right next to middle C. Will followed suit, using his pointer finger and poking at the key.

"No, no no," Jack said, waving his hand in dismissal. "It's like this." Jack demonstrated, spreading his fingers out so they were each over one key. "Then you do this." He pressed with his thumb on one key, and his index on the other, all while never lifting his hand from the keys.

Will nodded, beginning to understand. "Do it," Jack said intently, pointing at the keyboard. "O-okay," Will said, becoming flustered under the pirate's stare. He spread out his fingers, pressed with his thumb on middle C and his index finger on D. "Well done." Jack then motioned to all the other notes, in order, until Will could name C, D, E, F, G, A, B, and C all in order, and play them. "So, what is this note called?" Will asked, pointing to the note next to the high C. Jack shrugged. "It's a D again. You see, the entire piano keeps on repeating itself. C, D, E, F, G, A, B, C, and then it starts over again. Throughout the entire board, the piano plays the same notes over and over again. Savvy?"

Will nodded, still a bit confused. Jack saw this, and sighed. "How to explain this…" he murmured."Okay. Think of it like this. Let's say, you make one sword Monday, two the next, three the next, and so on, until you get to eight swords a day on Sunday." Will nodded, still silent. "Then the week ends. But you still start out with one sword on Monday, and eight on Sunday, forever and ever and ever, always going in the same pattern. Do you understand, now?" "Yes. Thanks, Jack." Jack smiled. "No problem."

"Now, you try playing them," Jack said. "Okay," Will agreed. He positioned his hand, and played the notes, replacing his pinky with his thumb, like Jack showed him. "Now, I'm going to do something called a harmony. I'm going to play those exact notes you played, except they'll be deeper in sound. And you'll play the same ones at the same time. Savvy?" Will nodded, and positioned his hand. Jack did the same, except eight keys down. "When I say go, start playing," he directed. "Okay, Jack," Will said, looking at the pirate. "Go." They played the notes slowly, Jack waiting patiently whenever Will stumbled, correcting him.

"Now we're going to do the same thing, except you're going to start from here--" he pointed to where Will had ended. "--And end where you started. Does that make sense?" "A bit," Will admitted, but he smiled sheepishly anyway. "But I'll try it." Jack gave a fleeting smile in return. "Okay. Go." Both men played their notes, their hands moving in unison, as they came to an end on the same key. Their fingers brushed, and their hands touched, and Will just noticed how close Jack was to him. Their knees bumped together, their legs were pressed against one another's, and Jack smelled like rum and the sea…

It was quiet for a few moments, and Will looked up at Jack, who was staring at him intently in return. Their hands were still touching, Jack's over Will's. The ring of the note hung in the air, and Jack cleared his throat, moving away from Will. The young blacksmith frowned slightly, not knowing why he missed the feeling of simple intimacy. Jack got up, and ran a hand through his dread-locked hair. "Well, that's all for today," he said, jumping onto the window. "Be sure to practice what I taught you, Will. I'll teach you how to play a song, tomorrow. Savvy?"

Will was still entranced by the way his hand tingled and the note still rung in his ears that he didn't hear Jack. "Hello? Will?" The young man looked up at Jack sharply, his face reddening and his gaze blurry. Jack smiled despite himself. "I'll come and teach you a song tomorrow, but only if you practice. Okay?" Will nodded fast, feeling heat rise up in his throat. "O-okay, Jack," he choked out. Jack gave a grin. "Ta!" and he jumped out of the window.

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Eh…I liked this one. I just did, and if you didn't, I make funny faces at you. Ah haha.

Yeeeah…be warned: chapter 3 is going to be horribly cliché. . I couldn't help it. Every good romance sap has at least one cliché in it, right? …Right…?

I'll update it as soon as I can. Hugs to anyone who reads this, lovies, and I will go finish the other chapters now. Drink up me hearties, yo ho!