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Elizabeth. The one woman he thought about for eight years straight. So why didn't the prospect of being with her seem all that fabulous anymore?
Bloody pirates. It was all Jack's fault, Will was certain. Not only did the rogue pirate help him go against all of his morals and risk his life on more than one occasion, but he also permanently planted the need for adventure in Will's heart.
Thanks, Jack. Thank you very much, he thought bitterly.
Suddenly the glass from the workroom's window shattered, Will hit his thumb with the hammer, and a dark figure crawled through the new opening just in time to watch Will hop around in a frantic attempt to dull the pain in his crushed thumb.
"Eh, sorry 'bout that, mate!" the figure said cheerily.
"Jack!" Will hissed. "You're mad! What are you doing here?"
"Watching you hop around, apparently." The pirate closed the distance between them in a few easy, casual strolls. "Never really got a look at this place last time. Marvelous work," he said, picking up a dagger from the table.
Will smiled, his thumb suddenly forgotten. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again." Try as he might, he couldn't keep the excitement from his voice.
Jack leaned against the table. "If you think some pretty Commador is going to keep me away from here, you're in for a bit of a surprise, mate." He grinned, showing a few gold teeth.
"I thought you left already." Quietly, he asked, "Why are you still here?"
Jack's face took on an uncharacteristic look of concentration. He walked right up to Will and grasped him by the shoulders.
"I want you to come with me," he announced.
Will blinked. "What?"
"Will, listen to me. You and I both know that you're suddenly very unhappy with your old life. I mean this blacksmithing business, and Elizabeth--"
Will stepped back. "I love Elizabeth."
Jack stepped forward. "You loved her, Will, but now that you've gotten a taste of piracy, of what's in your blood, you suddenly realized that she's not all you've ever dreamed of. Tell me I'm wrong."
Will glared at his friend. The pirate read him like a book, and there was no way Will's pride was going to let him admit that every word the pirate uttered was true.
"Also..." Jack took a deep breath. "I want you with me. You could be my first mate. We're a great team, you and I! And with your blacksmithing skills...we'll make a new name for the Black Pearl. Please, Will."
Immediately Will was reminded of when the two had first met. Jack ultimately cheated in their sword fight and pointed a pistol at his face. Jack begged him to let him go, not wanting to shoot at the young man. Please move? he said, with a desperate look in his eyes...the same look he wore now.
"I can't just leave," Will whispered. "I need time..."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Okay. Here's what you're going to do: you are going to pack up your belongings, preferably including most of the weapons in this room. You will sneak into Elizabeth's room while I lounge somewhere outside, and you are going to say your goodbyes, after which the two of us will march onto the Black Pearl and sail our merry way out of here. Savvy?"
Will laughed despite himself. After a few moments of watching Jack perform a strange begging-dance, he muttered, "Savvy."
"Alright then!" Jack said, straightening up. "Let's get started--"
"Jack," Will said, putting a hand on the pirate's chest to stop him. "Tomorrow. Don't argue. Go away."
Jack sighed dramatically. "Fine, have it your way, princess." He winked, bowed, and made a swift escape through the window.
Will shook his head. "Doors. Who needs them?"
A/N: Okay, I have many adventures planned for our two lovely pirates, and I really want to make this slaaaash in the near future. But I need your feedback first! Review and tell me what you think...even though this first chapter is incredibly short. If this story continues, it's going to be full of humor and some teary drama...I can't wait! Ah!
Setting: A short while after the end of the movie.
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It was late, it was dark, and Will Turner was back at his blacksmith workroom, hammering away at a hot blade. No one had ordered this blade, nor did he need another one, but it was all he could do to keep his mind off of his strange new life.
Elizabeth. The one woman he thought about for eight years straight. So why didn't the prospect of being with her seem all that fabulous anymore?
Bloody pirates. It was all Jack's fault, Will was certain. Not only did the rogue pirate help him go against all of his morals and risk his life on more than one occasion, but he also permanently planted the need for adventure in Will's heart.
Thanks, Jack. Thank you very much, he thought bitterly.
Suddenly the glass from the workroom's window shattered, Will hit his thumb with the hammer, and a dark figure crawled through the new opening just in time to watch Will hop around in a frantic attempt to dull the pain in his crushed thumb.
"Eh, sorry 'bout that, mate!" the figure said cheerily.
"Jack!" Will hissed. "You're mad! What are you doing here?"
"Watching you hop around, apparently." The pirate closed the distance between them in a few easy, casual strolls. "Never really got a look at this place last time. Marvelous work," he said, picking up a dagger from the table.
Will smiled, his thumb suddenly forgotten. "I didn't think I'd ever see you again." Try as he might, he couldn't keep the excitement from his voice.
Jack leaned against the table. "If you think some pretty Commador is going to keep me away from here, you're in for a bit of a surprise, mate." He grinned, showing a few gold teeth.
"I thought you left already." Quietly, he asked, "Why are you still here?"
Jack's face took on an uncharacteristic look of concentration. He walked right up to Will and grasped him by the shoulders.
"I want you to come with me," he announced.
Will blinked. "What?"
"Will, listen to me. You and I both know that you're suddenly very unhappy with your old life. I mean this blacksmithing business, and Elizabeth--"
Will stepped back. "I love Elizabeth."
Jack stepped forward. "You loved her, Will, but now that you've gotten a taste of piracy, of what's in your blood, you suddenly realized that she's not all you've ever dreamed of. Tell me I'm wrong."
Will glared at his friend. The pirate read him like a book, and there was no way Will's pride was going to let him admit that every word the pirate uttered was true.
"Also..." Jack took a deep breath. "I want you with me. You could be my first mate. We're a great team, you and I! And with your blacksmithing skills...we'll make a new name for the Black Pearl. Please, Will."
Immediately Will was reminded of when the two had first met. Jack ultimately cheated in their sword fight and pointed a pistol at his face. Jack begged him to let him go, not wanting to shoot at the young man. Please move? he said, with a desperate look in his eyes...the same look he wore now.
"I can't just leave," Will whispered. "I need time..."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Okay. Here's what you're going to do: you are going to pack up your belongings, preferably including most of the weapons in this room. You will sneak into Elizabeth's room while I lounge somewhere outside, and you are going to say your goodbyes, after which the two of us will march onto the Black Pearl and sail our merry way out of here. Savvy?"
Will laughed despite himself. After a few moments of watching Jack perform a strange begging-dance, he muttered, "Savvy."
"Alright then!" Jack said, straightening up. "Let's get started--"
"Jack," Will said, putting a hand on the pirate's chest to stop him. "Tomorrow. Don't argue. Go away."
Jack sighed dramatically. "Fine, have it your way, princess." He winked, bowed, and made a swift escape through the window.
Will shook his head. "Doors. Who needs them?"