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"Come with me," Will coaxed.

Jack might have suspected an inept attempt at seduction, but he saw nothing before him but a cold young man who didn't want to be alone. Given Will's last stint of aloneness had sent him over the side, Jack decided to give in, but firmly told himself he was not going to make a habit of it. Could lead to all sorts of unfortunately undignified situations. And above all things Captain Jack Sparrow was a man of great dignity. Given even he wasn't crazy enough to believe that, Jack snorted at himself, then threw an arm around Will's shoulders. "All right, lad, I'll come along, but only because I could use something to eat."

Will sat down at the captain's table and mourned the loss of the arm around his shoulders, but at least things had been set so Jack's place at the head of the table was just to Will's right.

The smell of food suddenly reminded him how little he'd had to eat in the last few days. Suddenly so ravenous nausea churned his belly, Will couldn't bring himself to move.

"Eat."

Certain he would be ill if he did and die on the spot if he didn't, Will shook his head.

Jack sighed and ladled a thick stew into Will's bowl, then shoved a piece of bread into his hand. "Let's not go back to that not obeying thing. I said eat."

Sick almost to death of the dualities pulling at his mind and body, Will took the simplest course and obeyed the captain's orders. And if he got sick all over the same captain's boots, so much the better. It almost disappointed him when his stomach happily accepted the food. Even better the warmth chased away much of the rawness in his throat.

Almost as if he were reading Will's mind, Jack asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." It wasn't a lie. Once the coughing fits had passed, he'd slept and chased away any lingering fatigue. "Except my wrist hurts."

"Serves you right," Jack snapped, then turned his attention back to his meal.

They ate in silence for a time. It near to drove Will mad, yet Jack seemed perfectly content.

Desperately his mind cast around for something to say and he blurted out, "Do I really look just like my father?"

Jack smiled. "Yes, in the way a child normally resembles a parent. Savvy?"

"So we couldn't pass as twins? Except for the age difference?"

A shake of the head this time. "You have the same eyes, nose and mouth, but Bootstrap was a big man. Stood a good half a head taller than you with shoulders half again as broad. So bigger and mildly handsome, not pretty like you."

Will glared at him. "I am not pretty."

Jack laughed. "Of course you are, mate. Prettiest thing I've seen in years."

He opened his mouth to protest something along the lines of men weren't pretty, but Jack winked and added, "Except, of course, when I look in me own mirror."

Laugh. Will's brain screamed at him to laugh, but an even louder voice said, yes, underneath all the pirate trappings, Jack was a very pretty man indeed. The mental struggle made a blush heat his face and he felt a fool. Strangely enough he remembered his thoughts as the water had taken him. "I killed my father."

Jack didn't pretend to misunderstand. "Possible, but not probable. Near as I have it figured, Bootstrap didn't part company with Barbossa for a good year after I was marooned." He smiled. "You Turners are a handful, but you have your uses and no captain likes getting rid of a good hand. Anyway, that puts him in the water for a right long time."

Will nodded and bit his lip again. Trapped at the bottom of the sea, the release of death denied to him as firmly as the others until his own son had lifted the curse and let the waters finally crush him.

Jack smacked his arm. "Hear now, don't go all broody on me. As I was saying, it's hard to imagine even an idiot not finding a way free in all that time, and your father was no idiot."

"So you think he's alive?"

Jack nodded. "No doubt in me mind actually."

"We could find him then?"

Another nod. "If that's what you want."

What he wanted? Will almost blurted that of course he wanted it. Yet, he'd stopped looking and made a life for himself in Port Royal. And there was Jack and what his father had done to him to consider. "He sided with Barbossa."

"There are three sides in any mutiny, boy." Jack ticked them off on his fingers. "The captain's, the mutineers' and then there are those who want to stay alive so they go with the winning side and never mind their true opinions on the matter."

Will didn't want to think of his father like that, but he'd never understood how his father being a good man went along with being part of Barbossa's crew. "And that's what my father did? Go with the winning side."

Jack shrugged. "He done what was right by him."

"You said he was a good man."

"A good man with a wife he loved and a son he'd never seen. We were friends, Will, but not the dying for one another sort." Jack paused and Will could see him considering how that sounded. "More like he chose to live for your mum, than die for me."

"Then he died anyway."

"Thought we covered that."

Will glared at him. "You know what I mean."

"Man does what he has to, luv. But what needs doing in one minute might not be the same thing the next. One decision left me to stand alone, but the second led you to me. I'll not cross swords with him for that."

A warmth akin to the blush Jack's insistence Will was pretty swept through him. "Why?"

"William was a friend who made, by my way of thinking at least, a regrettable choice."

"And me, Jack? What am I? Why did they put me in your cabin?"

Jack quirked an eyebrow at him, then picked up an apple and began to peel it with a dagger. "First I'll have a few answers from you. From the moment we first crossed swords until you saved me, all I ever heard was 'Elizabeth this' and 'Elizabeth that.' Yet now, when you should be enjoying your happily ever after with her and I should have the peace of the open sea before me, I find you on my ship." The peel fell away, then he began to section the fruit. "This confuses me. Confusion always makes me head ache."

Will groped aroUnd for something, anything to say and came up with a lame, "Sorry."

Jack rolled his eyes, then glared. "Why aren't you with her?"

It sounded almost like an accusation. As if he'd somehow disappointed Jack by not playing the romantic hero of some melodrama he had spinning in his head. He groped for an answer and once more came to the conclusion that truth served him the best. "It was the opportune moment. The one you thought I'd missed in the treasure cave."

Will waited expectantly, but understanding didn't blossom on Jack's face. This made Will wonder if he would recognize it if it happened, then decided he might and he might not, but he wasn't seeing it now. "I didn't miss it," he explained, suddenly feeling less like he was talking to a pirate than a slow child. "I didn't want it."

"You didn't want it."

Will shook his head.

"You drag me, my new ship and crew all over the Caribbean to save her and you decided you didn't want it."

"I didn't drag you anywhere," Will snapped.

"Don't evade the issue. You love her."

"No, I don't."

"You don't?"

"No."

Jack shook his head with an exaggerated movement that made him look like a dog trying to shake off a soaking. "Then what in hell were the last few weeks about?" His voice was low, deliberate and for all its quietness, it gave the impression of a shout.

"Something between adoration and worship."

The head cocked to the right this time, eyes considered him, then the head moved to the left for another look as if the change of angle would provide enlightenment when words had not. "You've lost me, mate."

Will sighed. It all seemed fairly obvious to him. "She's very beautiful."

Silence. Will gave him a 'well?' look.

"Oh, yes, very pretty. Fairest in all the land, etc."

"And kind."

Jack's eyebrows rose. "I shall have to take your word for that. Good in a fight she is, I'll grant you that."

Will was starting to get the headache Jack had complained of. Why did the man have to make everything so hard? He almost laughed. Why not ask why the sky was blue? His eyes narrowed slightly. Yes, Jack did like to make things difficult. Suddenly Will got the idea Jack knew full well why Will had followed him to the Pearl instead of swimming to shore. But he could be wrong, so with a sigh, he said, "I was a blacksmith's apprentice. She's the governor's daughter."

Another long pause. Will made a 'put it all together you sodding idiot' motion with his hand.

"Oh, I see. Look don't touch, that how it was?"

"As long as the looking was from a distance and I never forgot my place." Years of bitterness at having to call the girl he'd thought he loved 'Miss Swann' gave his words a bite.

Jack considered this. "So what your sayin' is that the package was right pretty and she was nice enough, but when you finally got to know her, she was lacking?"

"Yes." Wait a minute. "No."

A 'you're absolutely out of your mind, mate' look crossed Jack's face.

The sheer nerve of Jack Sparrow insinuating that anyone could possibly be crazy enough for him to notice, made Will's eyes narrow further into a flat out glare.

Which was apparently what Jack wanted as he chuckled at his little joke, then gave Will a wide-eyed 'I'm all aglow with anticipation' flutter of the eyes.

Will really hated him, but being decidedly not-crazy, he opted not to say it. He was in no bloody mood to walk the plank tonight. "She's wonderful," he snapped, his glare daring Jack to disagree.

Jack dropped the apple he'd been mutilating and held up his hands in surrender. "Whatever you say, mate."

A sigh that had the edge of a snort to it answered this blatant bit of appeasement, but Will decided to let it go. Otherwise he'd never get out of here without earning a date to swim with the fishes. "She was brave and wonderful. Someone I will love forever, but I had absolutely no desire to kiss her."

A big smile lit up Jack's face. "So she forgot her place as the damsel in distress and you lost all interest in her."

That wasn't quite it, but it was close enough to what he was trying to say that he couldn't think of an immediate response, so he settled on shaking his head.

Jack's eyebrow lifted to suggest he was waiting for a better answer.

Frustrated by his lack of any such thing, Will got to his feet and began to pace back and forth in front of the table while Jack watched him with patience and something Will couldn't identify.

"I love her, but I didn't want to kiss her." And not for a lack of trying. Twice, once before the illusion they were safe aboard the Interceptor had been shattered and in the cave. Both times he had known she wanted him to kiss her, yet he had not. "She is like a sister to me." Dear, beloved, but not desired.

Jack stood up, then slowly made his way over to Will. "In other words, when you got all up close and personal, you found all that lovely heat she inspired cooled when you thought you'd actually have to do something about it?"

He was close now. His body heat a subtle threat that made Will move backwards until he hit the cabin wall. "I-"

"Denial is a lovely thing, mate," Jack said, not stopping until less than an inch separated their chests. "Set your sites on a grand lady you can never have and pine away in all that lovely unrequited love. Stuff of romances and all that. But of course, it also gives you an excuse to not date shall we say more eligible girls."

"You knew all along what went wrong."

Jack chuckled, "That I did, mate. But I'd have been remiss if I hadn't made certain you knew." He moved even closer. "Now, I've a question or two of me own."

Will did not like the turn this conversation was taking or how close Jack was after demonstrating his skill with a blade. He reminded himself he was taller than Jack, broader in the shoulder and had the hard-earned strength of a blacksmith, then did absolutely nothing to push Jack away or shut him up.

"You're a gorgeous thing, yourself, young William. Stands to reason you had an offer or two. Ever partake?"

He shook his head, not trusting himself to speak with Jack's lips so near his own. "It wouldn't have been right. Elisabeth-"

Another roll of those eyes. "Was out of bounds. And, like I said, a man has needs."

"I never-"

Jack grinned. "I think we're back to those three hours of sword practice you were so fond of."

Will forgot how close Jack was and scowled. "I explained that."

Jack nodded. "So you did. But I think we've established you have a tendency to, shall we say, misread a situation?"

"I do not."

"You don't?"

"No."

"Prove it."

"How?"

"What am I going to do?"

"You're going to kiss me." The words flowed out without a single moment's hesitation, and if he were wrong now would be an excellent time for the Royal Navy to attack.

"So I am. Which would be the answer to your question about why you are in my cabin, wouldn't it?"

Will ignored the second part. "You are?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Will thought a moment. "Then I was right?"

The eyes rolled again. Will was getting very tired of that. "Yes, it had to happen some time. You were right. I am going to kiss you. Now, answer my question."

"What question?"

"What-? Oh, hang it all." Jack shoved up against him and gave Will a savage kiss.

When Jack stepped back, Will gasped for air through bruised lips.

Jack smiled. "Now, let's try this again, sweet William. Why are you here?"

An ache he'd never felt outside of his bed pulsed against the seam of his trousers and he was sick of games. "I want you to kiss me."

"Hmm, close," Jack conceded. "But not quite the answer I was going for. Although you are an inspiring sight."

Given where Jack was looking, Will couldn't prevent a blush, but he scowled as well. "I don't know the rest of the sodding answer!"

"Ah, now that's more like it."

"What?" Will considered what he'd said, then his eyes widened. "You want to-"

"Frequently," Jack assured him. "And with great enthusiasm." He did his prancing step over to the bed, then flopped down on it. He rose up on his elbows, then racked Will with a smoldering look. "It works better if you join me."

Will laughed, but it was more of a weak squeak.

Jack patted the bed.

Will took a step forward.

"Lose the clothes along the way, luv."

Will dropped the blanket as he took two more steps.

"Lovely."

He stopped.

Jack gave him a questioning look.

Will glared back.

"Ah, my shirt for yours is it?"

"I'm not going to be the only one . disarmed." He couldn't quite shake the feeling this might be some sort of bizarre joke and as soon as he was naked the whole crew would burst into the room to have a good laugh at his expense.

"Right you are. Forgot it works best that way, too."

Like hell he had. Will let it pass, but he held his ground, standing with his hands on his hips until Jack had shed everything except his trousers.

"I seem to have taken the lead in this venture," Jack observed, unfastening his trousers. "Not that I don't appreciate the courtesy, but I do enjoy some inspiring scenery."

Will matched him button for button, push for push, until both of them were naked and inspiring.

"Now there's a bushel of apples for a starving man," Jack said with an admiring grin. He patted the bed again. "Let's have a taste."

Will wasn't certain he liked the metaphor, but he joined Jack on the bed. A long, deep kiss rewarded his cleverness and left him gasping again. Didn't the man have to breathe?

Jack laughed. "Practice, my lad."

"With kissing?"

"Swimming under water, but it's the same principle. Now, if you'll be so kind as to shut up, I'd like to get to doing what pirates do best."

"Drinking?"

"Plundering." Jack's tongue glided up the length of Will's neck. "Pillaging." He bit the nearest earlobe hard enough to make Will yelp. "And otherwise ransacking our chosen prey."

Another kiss captured his mouth while hands caressed his body. His head spun from lack of air or from Jack's skill. He was beyond knowing which as hands, lips and tongue explored every inch of him. His body long-denied such bliss, he came with a shout when Jack stuck his tongue in Will's navel.

He would have apologized the moment he had breath to do so, but Jack robbed him of speech when he lapped up the spilled seed, then went on with his explorations.

Will had begun to harden again when Jack pushed him over to rest on his stomach. Rough sheets instead of air danced along his swelling cock and Will squirmed to increase the sensation. A sharp blow across his ass made him cry out in protest.

"I'll not be having you come again without me, whelp," Jack hissed, his hands pulling Will's hips up and away from the temptation of the cloth..

Will's weight settled on his knees and he trembled as Jack's promise of sodomy flashed through his mind. "Jack, I've never-"

A kiss pressed against the nape of his neck. "No need to belabor the obvious," came the dubious reassurance. "Don't move."

Jack's weight left the bed for a moment and Will turned his head to watch him pick up a small pouch similar to the one Gibb's used for rum. Was he going to have a drink now? The sheer absurdity kept him still for the few moments Jack needed to remove the stopper, then poured some of the contents onto his fingers. "Jack?"

A grin answered him as Jack returned to the bed. "Nothing sweeter than sinking into a pretty ass like yours, but a man needs some help to prepare the way. Savvy?"

No, not really, but he got the idea as a slick finger pushed into him. A very odd, but pleasurable sensation, Will decided. Two fingers, then three wiggled around inside him, increasing his pleasure unto madness. He had one moment's clarity as they left him and he groaned a protest.

Jack chuckled, then began to push something wider and harder into Will.

His eyes widened at the sensation, then closed. So good. So very good. He knew little else, lost in the pleasure of Jack taking him with long, gentle strokes for all his talk of pillaging.

Pillaging. Plundering. Ransacking. 'Not all treasure is silver and gold.' Jack's words in the cave leapt into his mind and suddenly pleasure wasn't enough. "Jack!"

The pirate paused. "Have I hurt you, luv?"

Will's stomach did a happy flip-flop. "No, but can we do this face-to-face?"

"Aye, hang on a moment." Jack went very still for a moment, then with a teeth gritting groan, he pulled out of Will.

Jack's hands helped Will turn onto his back, then lifted his legs up over Jack's shoulders. "Happy now?"

Will yanked Jack down far enough to kiss him. Hard. "Deliriously," he said when their lips parted. "Now get back to it."

Jack rolled his eyes, then his cock pierced Will a second time. For all his theatrics, his face told Will the tale. Jack Sparrow loved him. It was Will's last thought before pleasure and joy took him so high, he could do nothing but plunge into darkness.

Jack woke as dawn invaded his cabin. Woke and found himself alone. Normally this wouldn't concern him despite having fallen asleep with company close to hand, but he remembered Will's swim the day before and quitted the bed with some speed.

Snatching up his trousers he told himself his crew wouldn't miss something the size of Will going over the side. Unless the boy had lost his confusion about whether or not he'd fallen or jumped and had decided to keep things quieter this time. Damn himself for a fool. He'd taken the boy too soon, without sweet words to ease the way from looking to women for pleasure to finding it with a man. More than one man had done something incredibly stupid in the aftermath of such knowledge.

He spotted Will the instant he stepped out on deck. The boy stood watching the sun rise all of a foot away from where he'd perched the day before. Jack didn't like the sight of it, but calmed at seeing one of the lads Gibbs had recruited quietly working within grabbing distance of the boy. Then Jack frowned. Such confusion wasn't good for anyone. He almost went to Will with a mind of whispering those owed sweet assurances in his hopelessly insecure ear, but remembered he was the captain of this godforsaken ship. Even more importantly he was Captain Jack Sparrow and he never did anything quietly if a fuss would prove more interesting.

Well, then time to set things right in his own imitable style. He planted his feet firmly on the deck and crossed his arms over his chest. "Mr. Turner," he bellowed, drawing all eyes to him, including Will's. "Is it your intention to take another untimely swim?"

"No, sir," Will answered and gave Jack a smile big enough to make him dizzy with relief. Neither insecure nor horrified come morning's light then, and for once Jack found himself more than happy to be wrong.

"Then kindly get your shapely ass over here and bid me good morning properly."

Even in the pink-tinged light of dawn, Will's blush was obvious, but he drew himself up proudly and marched over to Jack, then pulled him into a deep kiss that proved once and for all what a fast learner he was.

Jack actually staggered when Will broke the kiss. "Well done, Mr. Turner," he had to admit, and the crew laughed, the tension evaporating like water on a deck baked by the Caribbean sun. His voice lowered for Will's ears alone. "Now come back inside before I take you over the nearest barrel."

Will's blush deepened, but he gave Jack no argument. A refreshing change, that. "Mr. Gibbs!"

"Aye, sir."

"Have breakfast brought to my cabin."

Gibbs grinned. "In thirty minutes, sir?"

He watched Will move through the doorway and out of sight. "Better make it an hour."

"Aye."

"Oh, and Gibbs, you'll make a fine first mate for Anamaria when the time comes," he said seeing this as the opportune moment to let his friend know he had picked up on how well the two worked together despite all of the man's muttering about women and bad luck.

Gibbs had the grace to look sheepish. "Thank you, sir, and it would be my pleasure to see that young William is ready to take my place."

Jack nodded. It wouldn't do at all for anyone less than his first mate to have him wrapped around his little finger. "Thank you." For more than just that and he knew Gibbs would take his meaning.

The smile confirmed it. "Best see to your lad, Jack," he said, a friend for the moment instead of a crewman. "He strikes me as the impatient sort."

He grinned. "Excellent advice," he said, clapping him on the back. "And don't forget about that breakfast."

"No, sir."

Jack went into his cabin, then stopped to admire the view. Will had stripped back down and had managed to sprawl on the bed in a manner approaching seductive. It almost scared Jack to think what the boy would be capable of with some experience to guide him. "Ah, Will, you truly are a treasure."

A soft smile played over Will's lips. "And what does a pirate do with treasure?"

Jack grinned, kicked off his trousers, then pounced onto the bed. He gave Will a bruising kiss, then a gentler one. "We take all we can, and give nothing back."

Will smiled and his eyes fairly glowed. "I love you."

"Of course you do, my treasure." He gave him another kiss, then smirked. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."

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"You're a gorgeous thing, yourself, young William. Stands to reason you had an offer or two. Ever partake?"

He shook his head, not trusting himself to speak with Jack's lips so near his own. "It wouldn't have been right. Elisabeth-"

Another roll of those eyes. "Was out of bounds. And, like I said, a man has needs."

"I never-"

Jack grinned. "I think we're back to those three hours of sword practice you were so fond of."

Will forgot how close Jack was and scowled. "I explained that."

Jack nodded. "So you did. But I think we've established you have a tendency to, shall we say, misread a situation?"

"I do not."

"You don't?"

"No."

"Prove it."

"How?"

"What am I going to do?"

"You're going to kiss me." The words flowed out without a single moment's hesitation, and if he were wrong now would be an excellent time for the Royal Navy to attack.

"So I am. Which would be the answer to your question about why you are in my cabin, wouldn't it?"

Will ignored the second part. "You are?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Will thought a moment. "Then I was right?"

The eyes rolled again. Will was getting very tired of that. "Yes, it had to happen some time. You were right. I am going to kiss you. Now, answer my question."

"What question?"

"What-? Oh, hang it all." Jack shoved up against him and gave Will a savage kiss.

When Jack stepped back, Will gasped for air through bruised lips.

Jack smiled. "Now, let's try this again, sweet William. Why are you here?"

An ache he'd never felt outside of his bed pulsed against the seam of his trousers and he was sick of games. "I want you to kiss me."

"Hmm, close," Jack conceded. "But not quite the answer I was going for. Although you are an inspiring sight."

Given where Jack was looking, Will couldn't prevent a blush, but he scowled as well. "I don't know the rest of the sodding answer!"

"Ah, now that's more like it."

"What?" Will considered what he'd said, then his eyes widened. "You want to-"

"Frequently," Jack assured him. "And with great enthusiasm." He did his prancing step over to the bed, then flopped down on it. He rose up on his elbows, then racked Will with a smoldering look. "It works better if you join me."

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Jack shook his head with an exaggerated movement that made him look like a dog trying to shake off a soaking. "Then what in hell were the last few weeks about?" His voice was low, deliberate and for all its quietness, it gave the impression of a shout.

"Something between adoration and worship."

The head cocked to the right this time, eyes considered him, then the head moved to the left for another look as if the change of angle would provide enlightenment when words had not. "You've lost me, mate."

Will sighed. It all seemed fairly obvious to him. "She's very beautiful."

Silence. Will gave him a 'well?' look.

"Oh, yes, very pretty. Fairest in all the land, etc."

"And kind."

Jack's eyebrows rose. "I shall have to take your word for that. Good in a fight she is, I'll grant you that."

Will was starting to get the headache Jack had complained of. Why did the man have to make everything so hard? He almost laughed. Why not ask why the sky was blue? His eyes narrowed slightly. Yes, Jack did like to make things difficult. Suddenly Will got the idea Jack knew full well why Will had followed him to the Pearl instead of swimming to shore. But he could be wrong, so with a sigh, he said, "I was a blacksmith's apprentice. She's the governor's daughter."

Another long pause. Will made a 'put it all together you sodding idiot' motion with his hand.

"Oh, I see. Look don't touch, that how it was?"

"As long as the looking was from a distance and I never forgot my place." Years of bitterness at having to call the girl he'd thought he loved 'Miss Swann' gave his words a bite.

Jack considered this. "So what your sayin' is that the package was right pretty and she was nice enough, but when you finally got to know her, she was lacking?"

"Yes." Wait a minute. "No."

A 'you're absolutely out of your mind, mate' look crossed Jack's face.

The sheer nerve of Jack Sparrow insinuating that anyone could possibly be crazy enough for him to notice, made Will's eyes narrow further into a flat out glare.

Which was apparently what Jack wanted as he chuckled at his little joke, then gave Will a wide-eyed 'I'm all aglow with anticipation' flutter of the eyes.

Will really hated him, but being decidedly not-crazy, he opted not to say it. He was in no bloody mood to walk the plank tonight. "She's wonderful," he snapped, his glare daring Jack to disagree.

Jack dropped the apple he'd been mutilating and held up his hands in surrender. "Whatever you say, mate."

A sigh that had the edge of a snort to it answered this blatant bit of appeasement, but Will decided to let it go. Otherwise he'd never get out of here without earning a date to swim with the fishes. "She was brave and wonderful. Someone I will love forever, but I had absolutely no desire to kiss her."

A big smile lit up Jack's face. "So she forgot her place as the damsel in distress and you lost all interest in her."

That wasn't quite it, but it was close enough to what he was trying to say that he couldn't think of an immediate response, so he settled on shaking his head.

Jack's eyebrow lifted to suggest he was waiting for a better answer.

Frustrated by his lack of any such thing, Will got to his feet and began to pace back and forth in front of the table while Jack watched him with patience and something Will couldn't identify.

"I love her, but I didn't want to kiss her." And not for a lack of trying. Twice, once before the illusion they were safe aboard the Interceptor had been shattered and in the cave. Both times he had known she wanted him to kiss her, yet he had not. "She is like a sister to me." Dear, beloved, but not desired.

Jack stood up, then slowly made his way over to Will. "In other words, when you got all up close and personal, you found all that lovely heat she inspired cooled when you thought you'd actually have to do something about it?"

He was close now. His body heat a subtle threat that made Will move backwards until he hit the cabin wall. "I-"

"Denial is a lovely thing, mate," Jack said, not stopping until less than an inch separated their chests. "Set your sites on a grand lady you can never have and pine away in all that lovely unrequited love. Stuff of romances and all that. But of course, it also gives you an excuse to not date shall we say more eligible girls."

"You knew all along what went wrong."

Jack chuckled, "That I did, mate. But I'd have been remiss if I hadn't made certain you knew." He moved even closer. "Now, I've a question or two of me own."

Will did not like the turn this conversation was taking or how close Jack was after demonstrating his skill with a blade. He reminded himself he was taller than Jack, broader in the shoulder and had the hard-earned strength of a blacksmith, then did absolutely nothing to push Jack away

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"Come with me," Will coaxed.

Jack might have suspected an inept attempt at seduction, but he saw nothing before him but a cold young man who didn't want to be alone. Given Will's last stint of aloneness had sent him over the side, Jack decided to give in, but firmly told himself he was not going to make a habit of it. Could lead to all sorts of unfortunately undignified situations. And above all things Captain Jack Sparrow was a man of great dignity. Given even he wasn't crazy enough to believe that, Jack snorted at himself, then threw an arm around Will's shoulders. "All right, lad, I'll come along, but only because I could use something to eat."

Will sat down at the captain's table and mourned the loss of the arm around his shoulders, but at least things had been set so Jack's place at the head of the table was just to Will's right.

The smell of food suddenly reminded him how little he'd had to eat in the last few days. Suddenly so ravenous nausea churned his belly, Will couldn't bring himself to move.

"Eat."

Certain he would be ill if he did and die on the spot if he didn't, Will shook his head.

Jack sighed and ladled a thick stew into Will's bowl, then shoved a piece of bread into his hand. "Let's not go back to that not obeying thing. I said eat."

Sick almost to death of the dualities pulling at his mind and body, Will took the simplest course and obeyed the captain's orders. And if he got sick all over the same captain's boots, so much the better. It almost disappointed him when his stomach happily accepted the food. Even better the warmth chased away much of the rawness in his throat.

Almost as if he were reading Will's mind, Jack asked, "How are you feeling?"

"Fine." It wasn't a lie. Once the coughing fits had passed, he'd slept and chased away any lingering fatigue. "Except my wrist hurts."

"Serves you right," Jack snapped, then turned his attention back to his meal.

They ate in silence for a time. It near to drove Will mad, yet Jack seemed perfectly content.

Desperately his mind cast around for something to say and he blurted out, "Do I really look just like my father?"

Jack smiled. "Yes, in the way a child normally resembles a parent. Savvy?"

"So we couldn't pass as twins? Except for the age difference?"

A shake of the head this time. "You have the same eyes, nose and mouth, but Bootstrap was a big man. Stood a good half a head taller than you with shoulders half again as broad. So bigger and mildly handsome, not pretty like you."

Will glared at him. "I am not pretty."

Jack laughed. "Of course you are, mate. Prettiest thing I've seen in years."

He opened his mouth to protest something along the lines of men weren't pretty, but Jack winked and added, "Except, of course, when I look in me own mirror."

Laugh. Will's brain screamed at him to laugh, but an even louder voice said, yes, underneath all the pirate trappings, Jack was a very pretty man indeed. The mental struggle made a blush heat his face and he felt a fool. Strangely enough he remembered his thoughts as the water had taken him. "I killed my father."

Jack didn't pretend to misunderstand. "Possible, but not probable. Near as I have it figured, Bootstrap didn't part company with Barbossa for a good year after I was marooned." He smiled. "You Turners are a handful, but you have your uses and no captain likes getting rid of a good hand. Anyway, that puts him in the water for a right long time."

Will nodded and bit his lip again. Trapped at the bottom of the sea, the release of death denied to him as firmly as the others until his own son had lifted the curse and let the waters finally crush him.

Jack smacked his arm. "Hear now, don't go all broody on me. As I was saying, it's hard to imagine even an idiot not finding a way free in all that time, and your father was no idiot."

"So you think he's alive?"

Jack nodded. "No doubt in me mind actually."

"We could find him then?"

Another nod. "If that's what you want."

What he wanted? Will almost blurted that of course he wanted it. Yet, he'd stopped looking and made a life for himself in Port Royal. And there was Jack and what his father had done to him to consider. "He sided with Barbossa."

"There are three sides in any mutiny, boy." Jack ticked them off on his fingers. "The captain's, the mutineers' and then there are those who want to stay alive so they go with the winning side and never mind their true opinions on the matter."

Will didn't want to think of his father like that, but he'd never understood how his father being a good man went along with being part of Barbossa's crew. "And that's what my father did? Go with the winning side."

Jack shrugged. "He done what was right by him."

"You said he was a good man."

"A good man with a wife he loved and a son he'd never seen. We were friends, Will, but not the dying for one another sort." Jack paused and Will could see him considering how that sounded. "More like he chose to live for your mum, than die for me."

"Then he died anyway."

"Thought we covered that."

Will glared at him. "You know what I mean."

"Man does what he has to, luv. But what needs doing in one minute might not be the same thing the next. One decision left me to stand alone, but the second led you to me. I'll not cross swords with him for that."

A warmth akin to the blush Jack's insistence Will was pretty swept through him. "Why?"

"William was a friend who made, by my way of thinking at least, a regrettable choice."

"And me, Jack? What am I? Why did they put me in your cabin?"

Jack quirked an eyebrow at him, then picked up an apple and began to peel it with a dagger. "First I'll have a few answers from you. From the moment we first crossed swords until you saved me, all I ever heard was 'Elizabeth this' and 'Elizabeth that.' Yet now, when you should be enjoying your happily ever after with her and I should have the peace of the open sea before me, I find you on my ship." The peel fell away, then he began to section the fruit. "This confuses me. Confusion always makes me head ache."

Will groped aroUnd for something, anything to say and came up with a lame, "Sorry."

Jack rolled his eyes, then glared. "Why aren't you with her?"

It sounded almost like an accusation. As if he'd somehow disappointed Jack by not playing the romantic hero of some melodrama he had spinning in his head. He groped for an answer and once more came to the conclusion that truth served him the best. "It was the opportune moment. The one you thought I'd missed in the treasure cave."

Will waited expectantly, but understanding didn't blossom on Jack's face. This made Will wonder if he would recognize it if it happened, then decided he might and he might not, but he wasn't seeing it now. "I didn't miss it," he explained, suddenly feeling less like he was talking to a pirate than a slow child. "I didn't want it."

"You didn't want it."

Will shook his head.

"You drag me, my new ship and crew all over the Caribbean to save her and you decided you didn't want it."

"I didn't drag you anywhere," Will snapped.

"Don't evade the issue. You love her."

"No, I don't."

"You don't?"

"No."

Jack shook his head with an exaggerated movement that made him look like a dog trying to shake off a soaking. "Then what in hell were the last few weeks about?" His voice was low, deliberate and for all its quietness, it gave the impression of a shout.

"Something between adoration and worship."

The head cocked to the right this time, eyes considered him, then the head moved to the left for another look as if the change of angle would provide enlightenment when words had not. "You've lost me, mate."

Will sighed. It all seemed fairly obvious to him. "She's very beautiful."

Silence. Will gave him a 'well?' look.

"Oh, yes, very pretty. Fairest in all the land, etc."

"And kind."

Jack's eyebrows rose. "I shall have to take your word for that. Good in a fight she is, I'll grant you that."

Will was starting to get the headache Jack had complained of. Why did the man have to make everything so hard? He almost laughed. Why not ask why the sky was blue? His eyes narrowed slightly. Yes, Jack did like to make things difficult. Suddenly Will got the idea Jack knew full well why Will had followed him to the Pearl instead of swimming to shore. But he could be wrong, so with a sigh, he said, "I was a blacksmith's apprentice. She's the governor's daughter."

Another long pause. Will made a 'put it all together you sodding idiot' motion with his hand.

"Oh, I see. Look don't touch, that how it was?"

"As long as the looking was from a distance and I never forgot my place." Years of bitterness at having to call the girl he'd thought he loved 'Miss Swann' gave his words a bite.

Jack considered this. "So what your sayin' is that the package was right pretty and she was nice enough, but when you finally got to know her, she was lacking?"

"Yes." Wait a minute. "No."

A 'you're absolutely out of your mind, mate' look crossed Jack's face.

The sheer nerve of Jack Sparrow insinuating that anyone could possibly be crazy enough for him to notice, made Will's eyes narrow further into a flat out glare.

Which was apparently what Jack wanted as he chuckled at his little joke, then gave Will a wide-eyed 'I'm all aglow with anticipation' flutter of the eyes.

Will really hated him, but being decidedly not-crazy, he opted not to say it. He was in no bloody mood to walk the plank tonight. "She's wonderful," he snapped, his glare daring Jack to disagree.

Jack dropped the apple he'd been mutilating and held up his hands in surrender. "Whatever you say, mate."

A sigh that had the edge of a snort to it answered this blatant bit of appeasement, but Will decided to let it go. Otherwise he'd never get out of here without earning a date to swim with the fishes. "She was brave and wonderful. Someone I will love forever, but I had absolutely no desire to kiss her."

A big smile lit up Jack's face. "So she forgot her place as the damsel in distress and you lost all interest in her."

That wasn't quite it, but it was close enough to what he was trying to say that he couldn't think of an immediate response, so he settled on shaking his head.

Jack's eyebrow lifted to suggest he was waiting for a better answer.

Frustrated by his lack of any such thing, Will got to his feet and began to pace back and forth in front of the table while Jack watched him with patience and something Will couldn't identify.

"I love her, but I didn't want to kiss her." And not for a lack of trying. Twice, once before the illusion they were safe aboard the Interceptor had been shattered and in the cave. Both times he had known she wanted him to kiss her, yet he had not. "She is like a sister to me." Dear, beloved, but not desired.

Jack stood up, then slowly made his way over to Will. "In other words, when you got all up close and personal, you found all that lovely heat she inspired cooled when you thought you'd actually have to do something about it?"

He was close now. His body heat a subtle threat that made Will move backwards until he hit the cabin wall. "I-"

"Denial is a lovely thing, mate," Jack said, not stopping until less than an inch separated their chests. "Set your sites on a grand lady you can never have and pine away in all that lovely unrequited love. Stuff of romances and all that. But of course, it also gives you an excuse to not date shall we say more eligible girls."

"You knew all along what went wrong."

Jack chuckled, "That I did, mate. But I'd have been remiss if I hadn't made certain you knew." He moved even closer. "Now, I've a question or two of me own."

Will did not like the turn this conversation was taking or how close Jack was after demonstrating his skill with a blade. He reminded himself he was taller than Jack, broader in the shoulder and had the hard-earned strength of a blacksmith, then did absolutely nothing to push Jack away or shut him up.

"You're a gorgeous thing, yourself, young William. Stands to reason you had an offer or two. Ever partake?"

He shook his head, not trusting himself to speak with Jack's lips so near his own. "It wouldn't have been right. Elisabeth-"

Another roll of those eyes. "Was out of bounds. And, like I said, a man has needs."

"I never-"

Jack grinned. "I think we're back to those three hours of sword practice you were so fond of."

Will forgot how close Jack was and scowled. "I explained that."

Jack nodded. "So you did. But I think we've established you have a tendency to, shall we say, misread a situation?"

"I do not."

"You don't?"

"No."

"Prove it."

"How?"

"What am I going to do?"

"You're going to kiss me." The words flowed out without a single moment's hesitation, and if he were wrong now would be an excellent time for the Royal Navy to attack.

"So I am. Which would be the answer to your question about why you are in my cabin, wouldn't it?"

Will ignored the second part. "You are?"

"Yes."

"Oh." Will thought a moment. "Then I was right?"

The eyes rolled again. Will was getting very tired of that. "Yes, it had to happen some time. You were right. I am going to kiss you. Now, answer my question."

"What question?"

"What-? Oh, hang it all." Jack shoved up against him and gave Will a savage kiss.

When Jack stepped back, Will gasped for air through bruised lips.

Jack smiled. "Now, let's try this again, sweet William. Why are you here?"

An ache he'd never felt outside of his bed pulsed against the seam of his trousers and he was sick of games. "I want you to kiss me."

"Hmm, close," Jack conceded. "But not quite the answer I was going for. Although you are an inspiring sight."

Given where Jack was looking, Will couldn't prevent a blush, but he scowled as well. "I don't know the rest of the sodding answer!"

"Ah, now that's more like it."

"What?" Will considered what he'd said, then his eyes widened. "You want to-"

"Frequently," Jack assured him. "And with great enthusiasm." He did his prancing step over to the bed, then flopped down on it. He rose up on his elbows, then racked Will with a smoldering look. "It works better if you join me."

Will laughed, but it was more of a weak squeak.

Jack patted the bed.

Will took a step forward.

"Lose the clothes along the way, luv."

Will dropped the blanket as he took two more steps.

"Lovely."

He stopped.

Jack gave him a questioning look.

Will glared back.

"Ah, my shirt for yours is it?"

"I'm not going to be the only one . disarmed." He couldn't quite shake the feeling this might be some sort of bizarre joke and as soon as he was naked the whole crew would burst into the room to have a good laugh at his expense.

"Right you are. Forgot it works best that way, too."

Like hell he had. Will let it pass, but he held his ground, standing with his hands on his hips until Jack had shed everything except his trousers.

"I seem to have taken the lead in this venture," Jack observed, unfastening his trousers. "Not that I don't appreciate the courtesy, but I do enjoy some inspiring scenery."

Will matched him button for button, push for push, until both of them were naked and inspiring.

"Now there's a bushel of apples for a starving man," Jack said with an admiring grin. He patted the bed again. "Let's have a taste."

Will wasn't certain he liked the metaphor, but he joined Jack on the bed. A long, deep kiss rewarded his cleverness and left him gasping again. Didn't the man have to breathe?

Jack laughed. "Practice, my lad."

"With kissing?"

"Swimming under water, but it's the same principle. Now, if you'll be so kind as to shut up, I'd like to get to doing what pirates do best."

"Drinking?"

"Plundering." Jack's tongue glided up the length of Will's neck. "Pillaging." He bit the nearest earlobe hard enough to make Will yelp. "And otherwise ransacking our chosen prey."

Another kiss captured his mouth while hands caressed his body. His head spun from lack of air or from Jack's skill. He was beyond knowing which as hands, lips and tongue explored every inch of him. His body long-denied such bliss, he came with a shout when Jack stuck his tongue in Will's navel.

He would have apologized the moment he had breath to do so, but Jack robbed him of speech when he lapped up the spilled seed, then went on with his explorations.

Will had begun to harden again when Jack pushed him over to rest on his stomach. Rough sheets instead of air danced along his swelling cock and Will squirmed to increase the sensation. A sharp blow across his ass made him cry out in protest.

"I'll not be having you come again without me, whelp," Jack hissed, his hands pulling Will's hips up and away from the temptation of the cloth..

Will's weight settled on his knees and he trembled as Jack's promise of sodomy flashed through his mind. "Jack, I've never-"

A kiss pressed against the nape of his neck. "No need to belabor the obvious," came the dubious reassurance. "Don't move."

Jack's weight left the bed for a moment and Will turned his head to watch him pick up a small pouch similar to the one Gibb's used for rum. Was he going to have a drink now? The sheer absurdity kept him still for the few moments Jack needed to remove the stopper, then poured some of the contents onto his fingers. "Jack?"

A grin answered him as Jack returned to the bed. "Nothing sweeter than sinking into a pretty ass like yours, but a man needs some help to prepare the way. Savvy?"

No, not really, but he got the idea as a slick finger pushed into him. A very odd, but pleasurable sensation, Will decided. Two fingers, then three wiggled around inside him, increasing his pleasure unto madness. He had one moment's clarity as they left him and he groaned a protest.

Jack chuckled, then began to push something wider and harder into Will.

His eyes widened at the sensation, then closed. So good. So very good. He knew little else, lost in the pleasure of Jack taking him with long, gentle strokes for all his talk of pillaging.

Pillaging. Plundering. Ransacking. 'Not all treasure is silver and gold.' Jack's words in the cave leapt into his mind and suddenly pleasure wasn't enough. "Jack!"

The pirate paused. "Have I hurt you, luv?"

Will's stomach did a happy flip-flop. "No, but can we do this face-to-face?"

"Aye, hang on a moment." Jack went very still for a moment, then with a teeth gritting groan, he pulled out of Will.

Jack's hands helped Will turn onto his back, then lifted his legs up over Jack's shoulders. "Happy now?"

Will yanked Jack down far enough to kiss him. Hard. "Deliriously," he said when their lips parted. "Now get back to it."

Jack rolled his eyes, then his cock pierced Will a second time. For all his theatrics, his face told Will the tale. Jack Sparrow loved him. It was Will's last thought before pleasure and joy took him so high, he could do nothing but plunge into darkness.

Jack woke as dawn invaded his cabin. Woke and found himself alone. Normally this wouldn't concern him despite having fallen asleep with company close to hand, but he remembered Will's swim the day before and quitted the bed with some speed.

Snatching up his trousers he told himself his crew wouldn't miss something the size of Will going over the side. Unless the boy had lost his confusion about whether or not he'd fallen or jumped and had decided to keep things quieter this time. Damn himself for a fool. He'd taken the boy too soon, without sweet words to ease the way from looking to women for pleasure to finding it with a man. More than one man had done something incredibly stupid in the aftermath of such knowledge.

He spotted Will the instant he stepped out on deck. The boy stood watching the sun rise all of a foot away from where he'd perched the day before. Jack didn't like the sight of it, but calmed at seeing one of the lads Gibbs had recruited quietly working within grabbing distance of the boy. Then Jack frowned. Such confusion wasn't good for anyone. He almost went to Will with a mind of whispering those owed sweet assurances in his hopelessly insecure ear, but remembered he was the captain of this godforsaken ship. Even more importantly he was Captain Jack Sparrow and he never did anything quietly if a fuss would prove more interesting.

Well, then time to set things right in his own imitable style. He planted his feet firmly on the deck and crossed his arms over his chest. "Mr. Turner," he bellowed, drawing all eyes to him, including Will's. "Is it your intention to take another untimely swim?"

"No, sir," Will answered and gave Jack a smile big enough to make him dizzy with relief. Neither insecure nor horrified come morning's light then, and for once Jack found himself more than happy to be wrong.

"Then kindly get your shapely ass over here and bid me good morning properly."

Even in the pink-tinged light of dawn, Will's blush was obvious, but he drew himself up proudly and marched over to Jack, then pulled him into a deep kiss that proved once and for all what a fast learner he was.

Jack actually staggered when Will broke the kiss. "Well done, Mr. Turner," he had to admit, and the crew laughed, the tension evaporating like water on a deck baked by the Caribbean sun. His voice lowered for Will's ears alone. "Now come back inside before I take you over the nearest barrel."

Will's blush deepened, but he gave Jack no argument. A refreshing change, that. "Mr. Gibbs!"

"Aye, sir."

"Have breakfast brought to my cabin."

Gibbs grinned. "In thirty minutes, sir?"

He watched Will move through the doorway and out of sight. "Better make it an hour."

"Aye."

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