WAKI 23

Ok... I am updating so soon because it is pre-eng and I am waiting for Steven to give me the dimensions for our hovercraft, and am therefore bored. So I have nothing better to do than to update. Mwa. Anyways... I now have every chapter up to fourty written, therefore I shall be able to update whenever I feel like it instead of whenever I have a new chapter to update. So it should go faster. Not to sure about that, but it should.
The world once again ground to a halt. Silence fell over the little cabin, broken only by Will's occasional sob. Jack sat on the chair, looking somewhat like he did when one of his tavern wenches slapped him.

If Will had been watching, he would have seen the pieces in Jack's eyes, falling together and somehow fitting. The ruins of a broken mop, miraculously mending itself. The pieces of a puzzle, sliding together to form a perfect picture, a picture which had been there all along. A picture which had, until that very moment, remained hidden.

"I remember you."

Will wasn't sure he'd heard right. It sounded like Jack's voice. It was coming from the direction Jack had been in. And yet, how could Jack be saying such a thing? How could Jack, just-call-me-Jack, at least, be saying something like that?

"Well, I don't. Not really. But I know where you should be."

Ok, that sounded a bit more like it.

"What?" Will raised his head, and finally looked, but of course, by that time, the pieces were already in place.

"There are holes, holes where someone is supposed to fit." Jack gazed out through the window, his black eyes distant. "Conversations with a boat. Leverage… A magical door."

Will blinked. He wiped the remains of his tears off of his eyes and pulled himself to his feet, watching the strangely retrospective man from above. It was odd to see Jack so thoughtful. Will thought he rather liked it. It made him seem wise.

"Words spoken to shadows and an empty seat… 'Not all treasure is silver and gold…'" Jack brought one of his sadly ring-barren fingers to his lips, eyes flickering over pictures only he could see. "I thought it was all just part of whatever madness had come over me. But it wasn't, was it?" He suddenly turned back to the cabin boy, eyes snapping from vague and clouded to razor sharp in an instant. "It was you."

Will nodded. He couldn't quite bring himself to speak. There was happiness inside his heart, to be sure. But there was something else, too. Sadness. Sorrow.

Jack remembered, but remained the same.

"Huh." The pirate sat back in his chair, folding his strong arms over his chest. "That explains a lot."