Waki 31
Hurrah for semi regular updates. It's a short chapter, but fairly important. Not terribly plotty, but not filler either. Anyways... On to the story!
With love, Jiia
"All right, you lice-infested blowfish! It seems there's been a bit of a misunderstanding." Jack gripped the weathered rail, grinding his mismatched teeth together angrily. "You all seem to be of the opinion that myself and the whelp are engaging in certain friendly relations."
"Of course we do, Cap'n." Gibbs looked at him, obviously confused. "Ye more or less said it yerself."
"Shut your mouth, cur!" The captain snapped, dark eyes flashing with rage.
Gibbs backed up.
"Such a thing has never, nor will ever occur. Do you understand me?" Jack shot a pointed glance at Will.
The stunned crew nodded dumbly.
"Good." Jack muttered, storming down the stairs and slamming the door to his cabin with a resounding thump.
"What happen'd ta him, dat made 'im all irritable like dat?" Marty scratched his balding head. "He never been dat bad before."
Anamaria frowned, glancing at Will out of the corner of her eye. The young man just stood there, eyes on the floorboards. His expression was blank, but his eyes told volumes.
"He remembered, didn't he?" She asked him, just barely loud enough to be heard. "He remembered who ye are."
Will nodded.
"And then he forgot all over again."
Anamaria sighed, tugging her tricorn off and pushing her hand through her thick black hair.
"An' now he even worse. Davy Jones is a cruel man indeed."
"No." Will whispered. "He's not cruel. He just gives us exactly what we want."
He finally looked up, chocolate brown eyes glittering with tears that the proud young man would never let fall.
"The problem is, people want all the wrong things."
And with that, he turned and walked away, disappearing into the dark salt-choked underbelly of the ship.
After a long silence, Gibbs called the others back to work. As the crew dissipated, Anamaria caught a glimpse of a certain young Elizabeth Swann slipping through a certain notorious door.