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Tortuga?
BY: Akiko*** I sighed and closed the door behind me. I wasn't quite sure why Elizabeth was mad at me. I may not be...how did she put it? Oh, yeah, "the fasteset ship in the harbor", but that didn't mean she could get mad at me! Well, at least she shouldn't get mad at me for some reason I didn't understand and then never explain it to me. Especially if I apologize. Even if I had no idea what I was apologizing for. And why the hell should I be more like Norrington? I thought she liked me, not what's his bucket Commodore. I was getting a bit confused, so I decided to take a nap. Oh yeah. Good plan. I had already taken off my shoes and undone the first few buttons on my shirt before I realized that sleeping in my bed was going to be slightly problematic. I yelled and jumped back, tripping over my shoes as I went. I yelled againa nd hit my head on the door. I sat up, rubbing the now tender back of my skull and wondered how I coud not notice that Captain Jack Sparrow was sprawled out on my bed, fast asleep. At least, he had been fast asleep. Now he was sitting up, blinking groggily. He yawned at me, then grinned. "Will, me boy!" he exclaimed with all the air of surprise. "Imagine meetin' you here!" "Oh yes," I muttered, still rubbing the back of my head. "In my bedroom. Imagine that." Now, wait. What WAS Jack Sparrow doing in my room? The Jack voice in my head sternly reprimaneded me with a "that's Captain Jack Sparrow. CAPTAIN" and I grinned. After realizing what I was doing, I shook my head and plastered a sober expression on my face. Right now I had to be serious. Yes. Good, serious Will Turner. One of the few good points the Govener said I had. "Jack, what ARE you doing in my room?" I asked, accidentally interrupting the rant Jack had been in the middle of while i had been on my tour of Will Turner's mind. He looked a bit miffed that I had comandeered his ship of thought in mid-sentence (and hand motion), but he answered me anyway. Well, sort of. "Ah, Will, ye don' like me?" he pouted. "What?" I knew what he was talking about, but why was he talking about it now? "Well, we shared a bed in Tortuga, an' on the INterceptor," Jack lowered his eyes. "And' on the Pearl, too, now tha' I think about it! Why not now?" "What are you talking about?" I yelled at him. First the Elizabeth fiasco and now the Captain Jack Sparrow crises. "We never shared a bed anywhere! " "We did in Tortuga," he sprawled out on his stomach and grinned at me, putting his chin in his hands. "That's because you wouldn't get a room for me and I didn't want to end up with Gibbs and the pigs!" I was starting to get impatient. This argument seemed far too familiar. "Ah, so ye admit ye like me more 'n Gibbs," his grin turned mischevious. "An' 'onestly, love. If sleepin' in the same bed as me bothered ye that much, ye should 'ave asked me to sleep on the floor." "You wouldn't have and it was taken anyway," I gave him my best "let's be serious now" glare. It had no effect. "And now that you mention it, the only time i was on the Pearl, I was locked in a cell and you were marooned." "Is that so," he was suddenly in a sitting position. "Are ye sayin' ye want the full tour? 'Cause-" "No, I don't," I lied and put more effort into my glare, but he didn't notice. "And I like you fine, Jack, but I meant what are you doing back in Port Royal? If Norrington sees you-" His expression became serious, and I became uneasy. One of the few times I had seen that expression on his face he had knocked me off of the Interceptor. "Not if he's snoggin' with yo' bonnie lass, love." "What do you...oh," even I wasn't that dense, despite what Elizabeth said. My mind went through three stages. Shock, denial, and AH HA! That makes PERFECT sense! Well, really, all three hit at nearly the same time, but denial quickly disappeared. Probably because she was always yelling at me and telling me "You should be more like Norrington! Norrington would know what to do! Honestly, if Norrington were in your shoes..." Yes. It made too much sense. I guess once she saw what I was really like she decided that Norrington was the man for her after all. I had to sit down on the floor for a minute. "Ah, Will, 'm sorry," Jack slid off the bed and onto the floor beside me. He smelled like he usually did. Like seawater and open air and alcohol.... "Jack, are you drunk?" I asked. "Nah," he draped an arm over my shoulders. "Not a decent bi' o' rum to be had in this bloody port. Wouldn't get drunk if ye paid me." "So..." I stammered. The Elizabeth and Norrington affair didn't exactly surprise me, but it still hurt. Jack edged closer to me and began playing with my hair, and I felt my face heat up. "You never answered my question. What are you doing here?" "Came for ye, lad," he said simply. "Huh?" He leaned over and kissed me right on the lips. I can be a bit dense sometimes, but I know perfectly well what that means. He had kissed me before, mostly on the forhead and cheek, and only once on the lips when I visited him in his cell the night before his hanging. I hadn't told him then I planned to save him, I didn't even know why I had saved him. I kissed him back this time. I kissed him back and then I cried on his shoulder for a while. He held me gently and said a "there, there, love" every once in a while. I wasn't sure why I was crying. I knew in that moment that Elizabeth and I had never really been in love. She was simply an unattainable goal for me, and I was the embodiment of the adventure we had shared. But the adventure was over, and now that we had both found our place, I could let go of her peacefully. Maybe I was just crying for the life I knew I was going to leave behind. When I pulled away, rubbing my stinging eyes, he grinned at me. "So. Tortuga?" I smiled back weakly. "Tortuga." "But if you were me then I'd be you, and I'd use YOUR body to take over the world! You can't stop me no matter who you are!" |
