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Wakeful Dreams
BY: Maheruu*** "Do you have a dream Will?"
"I would if I got some bloody sleep." I had to laugh at the irritation that filled Will's voice. Lovely lad he was, a real fright, when one kept him from his sleep. I was staying in his pathetically small loft in the blacksmith and we were both cramped on the hard sheet of linen that constituted as Will's bed. Cot more like it. It barely fit the newly growth spurt recipient. Let only two men. It was strange, how fast yet slow things were going. Earlier I had arrived back in Port Royal, then after reuniting with Will, we proceed to realize that there was something no less than severe attraction between us, to me staying the night to sleep. And just sleep. Any other time after a kiss, I would have buggered me partner silly and left before the sun came up. Well true we did kiss. But then we left the tavern to sleep. Yet no sleep came. Just a steady stream of conversation. And now the sun was coming up. And I was still content. My dream was coming true. "Come on now, luv, you have to have a dream." I pressed on. I wanted to know. I had my back to Will so I couldn't see his expression in the dim light. His face was buried in my hair so I could feel the soft breathing near my ear. It also allowed me to hear the growl that he emitted. But I think that he wanted me to hear that. "Maybe I have a dream," he allowed. "What's yours?" "Now I be asking ye first." Will was trying to be sly, always seemed funny when he tried that. I did have a dream, I mustn't forget that. My dream consisted of gold, Pearl, North wind, and a certain blacksmith. Wasn't that complicated. Least I don't think it is. What is so wrong with wanting to be out on the sea, surrounded by fat merchant ships piled with goods and gold, nothing but the North wind guiding me, and an arm around my Will. Yes I can see it all now. I must have the most stupid grin on me face at the moment. Heh, grinning in the dark to myself. You be losing it, Captain. Yes you are! Oh no, first sign of madness is talking to yourself. Or was it the first sign of love? I can feel that grin freeze and melt away. Do I really want either one? It was common that everyone in the Spanish Main and then some believed me to be mad. But love? That could be the weak link that any former enemy could use against me. But it was my dream to have him. And now that I finally do, I hesitate. Achievement is the beginning of disgust. Get was ye want, realize that there is more out there, then you begin to resent what you got. Vicious cycle. One that many a pirate falls into and find themselves addicted to that way of living. No wonder pirate's lives tend to be short and violent. Will still hasn't answered me. "Will?" "Wha-?" his voice was clouded with sleepiness. No wonder, he was being kept up all night. "Dreams?" "Oh. I thought I answered you." "Only with a question, mate." "Oh." He was silent again. "Will, dear, I be no mind reader." "S'thinkin'" oh boy, he is slurring his words. He must be really tired. "That's a first." Will's arms came from his sides and tightened around me in a vice. I felt like some old bedtime toy, not a lover. Just some reassuring presence, but that was okay. "My dream…." His arms grew even tighter. "is to make someone proud. To have people happy to see me. To want me. I want someone who is always there. And I want to leave this place, forget everyone here, and leave it all behind. Just get some cheap red wine and go flying." Placing my hands over his, I raised an eyebrow in the dark. "Red wine? Don't you mean rum?" "Sure." He was in the mumbling stage of sleep. Neither fully awake nor asleep. Babbling. "Then I want to have Jack. Without him, I'd die." "I'm right here luv." Poor lad, he was really tired. But at least he answered my spoken and unspoken questions. I know now how much he meant to me and me to him. It was refreshing. He had dreams and they were coming true. Just like mine. I felt his breathing steady and grow deeper. I lost him to the battle. But I was still awake; I couldn't exactly find my sleep. It was eluding me. Even though I stayed awake now for several hours. Not to mention all that rum I swallowed. Dreams sure are funny things. They came at all times. Awake or asleep. They came, often unbidden and troublesome they become. Younger Jack dreamed of the blue waters of the Caribbean from the gray watered coast of the green Isle. Older Jack dreamed of his Pearl. Wiser Jack dreams of his Will. Well I have gotten everything I dreamed for. Dreams are where you neither see nor feel. Your mind takes flight and you can only move in memory. I read that somewhere before. I liked the sound of that; it was true, whether you had a dream whilst you slept or when you were awake. The small window blew open in a sudden sharp gust. Will shivered and drew me closer. All while I smiled. North was calling again. We need to go soon. Before she dies away. I want to make sure both our dreams come true. Whatever dreams may come to Will. I will make them come true. Starting with leaving Port Royal. The North wind blows, and our dreams follow her. |
