Summary: When Jack and his crew find a young princess's tomb, they do not realize the danger they are in until Jack suddenly begins to think he is a child again… As the crew panics and searches for a way to return the gold and break the curse, Will Turner becomes the official caretaker of "Child Jack". As Will keeps Jack out of harms way and teaches the "young" Jack about piracy, he learns new things about Jack... and about himself.

Takes place between CoTBP and DMC.

Chapter Two: Why is there never enough food…?

Everything that Will had thought turned out to be completely wrong. Dead wrong. Jack Sparrow was nearly impossible to deal with… he left a mess everywhere he went, he tore books, he broke glasses, and he left dirt and mud everywhere he went.

William nearly had to strap Jack to a chair just so that he could keep an eye on him. Today would be Jack's first night here in William's house, and Will was not in the mood to wake up and find Jack missing.

"Jack!" Will yelled. There was no response. He waited for a moment and heard the sound of something breaking upstairs. William sighed. "Jack Sparrow!" Still no verbal response, just another glass breaking. William huffed and stormed up the steps and poked around for Jack. When he finally found Jack, Jack was in William's bedroom, snooping around the treasures and breaking the things in which he thought were worthless. "Jack!" Will yelled.

Jack turned around and glared at William.

"Oi!" Jack huffed, "Stop yer yellin' will ye?"He then turned back to the glass that he was examining with his hands. "Ahm busy with this here piece of junk…" Jack huffed and threw it behind his back, the glass came crashing to the floor, and it broke and scattered across the wood in pieces.

"Jack Sparrow!" Will yelled Jack looked back at William again and he then stood up and swayed as he walked over to the blacksmith.

"Wha is it?" He raised his nose as he glared at William.

"Your supper is getting cold." Will said coldly, "Hurry down before I kick you down there myself." He then turned around and left the room. Jack stayed where he was, being rebellious again. Then, his stomach let out a long, deep rumble and Jack bit his bottom lip. He was terribly hungry and he couldn't help but give in. As he took a step towards the door, Jack realized that he had taken off his boots once he felt a sharp piece of glass enter the bottom of his foot.

As Will was in the kitchen, he heard a long wail coming from upstairs. "Goddammit that Jack!" Will huffed and he ran up the stairs back into his room and he found Jack sitting on the ground, holding his foot and crying.

"What happened..?" Will squatted down beside Jack and tried to calm him down.

"Ma foot!" The pirate cried, "Ma FOOT!" Will looked at Jack's foot and there he saw that there was a huge piece of glass wedged between the skin and around the wound, there was oozing blood. Will sighed and he rubbed Jack's shoulders softly in an attempt to calm down the pirate.

It seemed that he sat there for hours… and Jack's wailing was only getting louder and louder by the second. Will sighed, and he knew that sooner or later someone would hear him… He put his finger over the pirate's lips and slowly, but surely, Jack calmed down…

It had been nearly four hours… and Will Turner had finally gotten each piece of glass out of Jack's heel. The pirate was sitting on the rug now, his hands curled into balls and covering his mouth as tears streamed from his reddened eyes. He sniffed and looked at Will with his glassy eyes…

"Don't you dare look at me like that." Will huffed. "After all… it's your own damn fault." Jack sniffed again and his bottom lip began to quiver. He took in a sharp breath to control his tears. Will sighed and he gently pulled the pirate up onto his feet. "Come on…" Jack wobbled along as Will led him to the kitchen.

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"More." Jack ordered.

"I already gave you seconds." Will knew now, that this time he was the one whining…

"More." Jack didn't care.

"No. I already gave you more…"

"More!" Jack's voice was growing more upset with each time he had to repeat himself.

"Time for bed!" Will stood up from the table and pushed back the chair that he had sat in. He moved to Jack and slipped his arms underneath Jack's, to pull him up from the chair he was sitting in.

"No! I want more!"

"No more!"

"More!" Jack roared. Will sighed.

"… if I give you an apple…" Will began. Jack's voice lowered slightly, and he listened to what Will had to say. "… will you stay quiet?" Jack nodded and as promised, Will gave Jack one apple.

Jack attacked the apple viciously and chewed as if he hadn't eaten for weeks… Will sighed, and led the pirate up the steps and into the bedroom. Jack, however, continued to chew noisily, not noticing that he was being taken upstairs.

It was in the moment that he saw the bed that something lit up in Jack's mind.

"Where's Dad…?" He asked Will.

"What?"

"This isn't his room…"

"No. It's not."

"I only sleep in his room."

Oh God… Will was growing very, very upset… and he was not sure if he would be able to last two weeks with this "new" Jack.

"You know what…" Will began. "We could pretend it's his room! Huh?"

Jack shook his head.

"I only sleep in his room." He repeated.

"Jack… what does this room have that your father's room doesn't?" Jack looked around and tried to pick a few things… it had a bed, Jack's father's room had a bed. It had a window, his father's room had a window… It had a door… his father's room had a door… The list went on and the similarities almost frightened Jack when the realization dawned upon him that his father's room wasn't special… except…

"My Dad isn't here."

"No. He's not… he…." Will had to think for a minute, "He left me in charge of you for a while."

"Who are you?" Jack asked. He was growing suspicious of Will, and Will knew it too well… He bit his bottom lip as he tried to search for something in his mind that would satisfy Jack's suspicion.

"I'm Will Turner."

"Turn. Er?" Jack echoed.

"Okay. Nighty night." Will began to pull off Jack's long coat and boots, then he took off Jack's hat… as soon as Will reached to remove Jack's shirt, Jack had a minor panic attack.

"Don't touch me!" He flung his hands over his body protectively and backed away from William.

"Jack… we need to take those clothes off. They're dirty! You're dirty!" Will spoke sternly.. and he approached Jack again, slowly. Jack continued to back away with his hands covering himself…

"Stay away from me."

"Jack, at least take it off yourself then."

"No!"

"Jack… take it off…."

"No!" Jack pouted and his bottom lip began to slide out. William sighed… he knew at this moment, that he never wanted to have kids.

"That's it!" Before Will could take a step towards Jack, Jack had turned around and ran outside of the room and down the steps. "Jack!" Will called after him as he followed. "Jack! Get back here!" He hated chasing Jack… but he did it anyway, he couldn't risk Jack getting out of the house and running into the streets wailing like a fool.

As Will began to slow down, he realized that he had lost Jack… He paused where he stood in the kitchen, waiting to hear some kind of noise. There was none. He leaned back onto the wall and swore under his breath…

The minutes felt like hours… but after a while of sitting and waiting, Will finally heard soft footsteps moving from the left side of him. Immediately, Will practically tackled Jack to the floor, but he caught him and pinned him there.

Jack was wailing loudly again, until Will had covered his mouth with his hand.

"I'll give you a bottle of rum if you stop yelling, take a bath and go to bed like a good boy…" Will whispered into Jack's ear. Jack's body almost instantly fell limp like jelly and he stopped making sound. Will smiled and he patted Jack's back gently, "Good boy."

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Jack laid in bed. Completely clean from head-to-toe and he contently sucked on the nose of a bottle of rum. Will watched him for a minute…

"Comfy?" He asked Jack. But Jack did not respond… instead, he just continued to gulp down the rum and hum softly. Will couldn't help but smile a little… after all.. Jack did resemble a baby in his cradle, drinking a bottle of milk. Will sighed and made his way out. Before he closed the door behind him, he curiously peeked through the crack of the door and watched as Jack continued to vigorously drink the rum.

Will smiled. Then went to his own bedroom to get some sleep.

Only hours later, Will woke up again and he went to check on Jack. He cracked open the door softly and peered into the room… Jack was exactly where he left him... laying in bed with his hand over his face and his mouth wide open. Jack snored soundly and Will let out a long sigh. The rum bottle, however, was on floor on its side, completely emptied of its contents. William's lips curled into a proud smile and he went back to his room where he slept with no more interruptions that night.

Author's Notes:

I'm notorious for making short chapters.

Anyway. You know the routine. R & R.