Rating: PG-13
Fandom:: Pirates of the Caribbean
Pairings: Jack / Will
Spoilers: Curse of the Black Pearl
Keywords: Romance, AU, Humour, Jack being Jack
Feedback: I'll take all I can! But I may be willing to give something back. *g*
Summary: What if Will's escape plan at the end of the movie had worked? Life isn't what Will had believed it to be but that can be a good thing.
Disclaimer: Guess...
Author's Note: To be perfectly honest with you, I had fully expected Will to sail off on the Black Pearl with Jack after the escape from the noose. When he didn't I completely taken aback and rather put out about it. I sat down and started writing this less than ten minutes after getting home from the theatre. No really, I did. I just had to see the ending put right. *g*
It had worked.
Will stood dripping on the deck of the Black Pearl, still not entirely able to comprehend that his harebrained escape plan had actually worked. There was no way that it could have worked! It was doomed to failure from the first! He hadn't done it because he expected to get away with it. He'd done it because he'd had no choice. He had to do it, to try at least. He couldn't have lived with himself if he'd stood by and done nothing while they hung the man who had saved his life, saved them all from Barbossa, saved Elizabeth's life...
He stopped himself there. Best not to think of Elizabeth. Which wasn't as hard at the present moment as it should have been. But Jack was there and somehow, it had always been hard to think of Elizabeth when Jack was near. It had been, Jack banging gold and treasure around in that island cave, as though to purposefully remind Will that he was there, that had made it impossible for Will to say the things he'd been meaning to say to Elizabeth at that moment. He was just too conscious that Jack was present, that Jack would hear... How could he look into Elizabeth's eyes and lose himself in them as he always had, when Jack was so close? The pirate may have chided him for missing "the opportune moment" but he mere presence had stayed Will's tongue.
Will still don't know why, not really, but he now knew some things he hadn't known then. He'd had time to think about it since – on the boat back to the ship, on the ship back to Port Royal, in his own bed back at the smithy while he counted off the hours until Jack's date with the hangman... Oh, he'd had time to think.
Jack's reality had been like a gag in that cave, stopping him from making any promises to Elizabeth. He'd felt himself tied, not to the lady he'd – kind of – rescued, but to the insane pirate who'd – sort of – helped him do it. His goal had always been her; Jack was a means to an end for Will just as Will himself had been a means to an end for Jack. For Will to still feel anything binding them to one another when it was over was utterly impossible and utterly insane. But then again, so was Jack. That he was mad was without question. From to the top of his beat up old hat to the soles of his disreputable boots, he was a study in that which shouldn't exist. Captain Sparrow always did just as he pleased – regardless of what was rational, probable, and – so it seemed at times – physically possible. But then, as Gibbs had pointed out, reason had nothing to do with it.
However, that shouldn't have made any difference when it came to Elizabeth. She'd always been there, a constant presence since Will was a child. Miss Elizabeth Swann, a dream of perfection who he could never bring himself to call by her Christian name in her presence. And Will loved that dream. More than anything else in his life, he'd loved the image of her perfection in his mind. He'd lived in a fantasy world of the chivalric ideal where the unworthy knight worshipped his lady from afar. Will had poured the fervour of his devotion into steel, creating in his swords a perfection worthy of being made in her honour. Making them worthy as the lowly blacksmith who'd formed them never could be.
It had been a perfect fairytale until Captain Jack Sparrow had arrived and torn everything to shreds by the sheer force of his existence. He'd dragged Will into the real world whether he liked it or not. Will should have been horrified to see to see his dream of the perfect woman cracked and laid waste when Miss Swann had became Elizabeth. Elizabeth, with her dress torn and her hair in hopeless disarray. Elizabeth, who knew about ships and sailors and pirate codes Will had never heard of. Elizabeth, who could shout orders to a crew in a voice of command that any captain would envy. Elizabeth, who the sailors jumped to obey even if she was standing there barefoot and filthy shouting orders to a motley pirate crew. Will should have wept to see his goddess fall to earth, tarnished and flawed and more a hero than he himself was.
It wasn't until it was all over that he realized his heart wasn't broken. It wasn't until he stood in Brown's smithy again and tried to understand why he hadn't been able to say the words he'd always wanted to say to her and why the fact that he'd lost her to another man hadn't broken him into a thousand pieces. He thought about her as he'd seen her standing there in that cavern – Elizabeth, not Miss Swann – and he finally realized that even more than he'd loved his dream, he respected the woman he'd seen fight like the devil himself. And at the moment he realized that, he knew that his dream and his goddess were gone forever.
Will cared for Elizabeth deeply, but he did not love her as he'd loved his dream. He couldn't pretend that Elizabeth was the woman he'd thought about every day for so long, and he respected her too much to even try. She deserved better than that, and maybe... so did he.
Which explained why his heart was still intact and why he shouldn't have opened his mouth back on the Isla de Muerta but didn't quite explain why he hadn't. It didn't explain the tie to Jack that was strong enough to die for. Will's plan to free the pirate from the gallows shouldn't have worked. Will had kept expecting a bullet or a sword in his back right up till the moment they'd jumped from the battlements. The loss of Will's childish world of pretend shouldn't have ended with him standing back on a pirate ship, having just committed a hanging crime.
Will still hadn't figured out the solution to that one. This was no fantasy; he had no illusions about who or what Jack was. Jack had always managed to be more solidly real to him than Elizabeth had ever been and all Will really knew was that he couldn't be without that reality anymore, even if the man himself was most likely certifiably insane. So, Will had braved death for a shot at keeping Jack here – in the world of the living.
And so Jack was here, solid and real and dripping water on the deck of his beloved ship. Which was impossible all things considered, meaning it fit with everything else about Jack Sparrow nicely. Will couldn't take his eyes off him, disbelieving and still too stunned to feel relieved yet.
Jack, however, took no notice of Will and was staring at Anamaria, who stood at the helm, looking as though she'd grown used to command in the short time since the crew had taken the Black Pearl.
"Captain Sparrow." She swayed toward them with Jack's coat in her hands and Will held his breath at the covetous glint in Jack's eyes. Anamaria stepped behind him and slipped the jacket over his shoulders. "The Black Pearl is yours," she said simply.
That was all it took to get Jack moving and there was reverence in his touch as he stepped forward to run his hands over the wheel, caressing his ship once more. Anamaria had ceased to exist for the moment and Will found himself letting his breath out slowly. Relieved about something, though he wasn't entirely sure what exactly.
Then Jack was shouting orders and Will just tried to stay out of the way as the ship exploded into action around him. He edged closer to Jack as the captain checked the compass that never pointed north and sang softly under his breath. The crew had the ship well under control and there wasn't much for Will to do, even if he had understood the workings of it as well as they did – which he didn't. After the last few weeks spent helping to work one ship after another he understood what most of them were doing but not well enough to barge in without explicit instructions. So he just crept closer to Jack, watching the crew and the waves and the captain...
The sun was warm and Will relaxed under the heat as the Black Pearl put some distance between her and Port Royal with no sign of immediate pursuit. He knew without bothering to question it that Elizabeth would try to stall the pursuit of them as best she could. She hadn't wanted Jack hung any more than Will had. So far, her efforts seemed to be panning out nicely as the land slowly faded into the distance with no other ships in sight. It was all that Jack and his Pearl needed to ensure they wouldn't be caught – not this time anyway.
"Will," Jack said suddenly, pulling Will from the hazy feeling of unreality he'd been slowly falling into. "Go fetch Anamaria for me and tell Gibbs I want this deck scrubbed well before nightfall. Then come to the captain's quarters and we'll have ourselves a drink."
Jack issued the orders sharply, his eyes still trained on the horizon and the hint of a satisfied smile hovering on his lips.
"Alright," was all Will could think to say before hurrying off to do as he'd been told. He had no idea what his place on this vessel was to be; he hadn't thought of anything past trying to get Jack free. The thought of 'what now' hung over his head like an executioner's axe. He wasn't an experienced sailor, he didn't know what he was doing, really, and he was still uncertain about the idea of actually becoming a pirate – for all that his father had been one.
Will told Anamaria to head up to Jack, staring after her momentarily and wondering why he felt oddly jealous before moving off again to find Gibbs. When he finally headed back towards the rear of the ship – the stern, he reminded himself, he was going to have to get these terms straight – he saw that Anamaria had taken the helm and the captain was nowhere to be seen.
Anamaria nodded to Will as he passed and he forced himself to smile at her. He liked the woman; why he was suddenly so wary of her confused him more than a little.
The captain's quarters were not hard to find, nor was Jack once those quarters were located. He sat at a table with his feet propped up on it, a glass in one hand and a self-satisfied smirk on his lips. Will was annoyed even before he'd shut the door behind him.
"Welcome to the Pearl," Jack said smugly. "Told you pirating was in your blood, lad."
Will frowned, folding his arms across his chest. Jack was far too self-satisfied considering he should be thanking Will profusely. "I didn't do this for any love of your... occupation. I did it because it was the right thing to do under the circumstances. You saved my life and Elizabeth's life."
"I was trying to get me ship back," Jack pointed out. "Which I did."
"Nonetheless," Will insisted stubbornly. "My sense of honour would not allow me to see you die for saving our lives. I... was obligated to at least try. Thus proving I'm not cut out for piracy," he sighed ruefully. "Though that now seems the only avenue open to me."
"We're even then now, are we?" Jack smirked. "You're missing one thing, though. A life for a life is definitely a pirate... sensibility." He frowned. "Although it's usually more along the lines of if you kill my mate, I kill you and yours – you always have to pay debts back with interest. But no matter," he said waving it away as inconsequential. He swung his boots off the table and leaned forward, smiling up at Will with an intense look in his eyes. "You're aboard a pirate ship now, mate. You goin' to join us, then, or should we drop you at the next port so you can make your way back to Port Royal?"
"I can't go back there, Jack. Not now, you know that. Norrington would have me strung up by the next sunrise." Will couldn't help but look away. He'd faced and accepted that he was going to end up with a bullet in the back or at the end of a hangman's rope for attempting to save Jack. But facing the reality of becoming a pirate for him – or at very least because of him – was something else entirely. Saving Jack was a cause he could die for, but was it something he could live with? He was happy to see Jack alive and well but the reality of having lost the life he'd had before was a heavy one. He supposed it would be easier if he knew exactly what was going to happen to him now. Will wasn't used to a sailor's life and he wasn't sure how much use he'd be on the ship. That wasn't taking into account the looting and pillaging... He didn't like to think of himself as capable of that. But then, wasn't Jack a pirate and good man in his own odd way? Just because it was unconventional, did that necessarily mean it was the wrong course?
"Well, it's your decision, o' course," Jack said lightly. Will heard the scrape of his chair on the floor and glanced uncertainly at the ship's captain as he stood and swayed over to the sideboard to pour himself another drink. "I've got the Pearl back and that's what I wanted. But now... well, I find myself in a bit of a quandary, ya might say. You see," Jack said, turning back to Will and gesturing with his glass as he swayed toward him. "I've got my ship back and I'll not be losing her again. I've learned my lesson. I've got to be extra careful about the crew, of course. But then there's me First Mate to consider. Looking back, Barbossa wasn't what you'd call a good... investment."
Will smirked in spite of himself. "Rather an understatement," he commented.
Jack paused as though considering Will's observation. "Yes, it probably is. My point, though, is that as reliable as I feel this crew to be, I have to be even more careful with my First Mate. I have to be able to actually trust him, which means he's got to have some kind of... honour. The real kind, I mean – knights and swords and horses that look like they're wearing dresses sort rather than the Code of the Brethren – abandon anyone to falls behind sort. And tha's not something you find a lot of among pirates." Jack had stopped less than an inch away from Will and now looked intently into his eyes. Will held his breath, wondering if he was hearing this right. "What do you say, mate?"
His gaze bored into Will. "I'm not much of a sailor," Will murmured uneasily. To say he was stunned by the offer would have been a vast understatement.
"I'll teach you." For once, Will couldn't see any humour in Jack's eyes, he was perfectly serious. "It's in your blood and you've been learnin' fast so far. But can you sail under the command of a pirate?
Will couldn't help but smile. It seemed so long ago that Jack had first asked that question.
"Yes," he found himself saying, before he'd even realized that he had come to a decision. "Yes, I can sail under your command – I have before. And yes, I accept your offer."
Will jumped slightly as Jack slapped his hand on his shoulder and shook him slightly. "Smart move, my lad," he crowed. "Smart move indeed. This calls for a drink!" He frowned at the glass in his hand and took a long swallow. "Not this stuff, though. It's terrible. Must have been Barbossa's, he never did have any taste in liquor, even before he was cursed. My first order as your captain is for you to go find us something worth drinking," he declared, waving Will over toward the sideboard. "This requires a toast!"
"Aye, captain," Will chuckled. Despite the usual relaxation of Jack's posture, he could see his pleasure at Will's decision in the glint of his eyes. Will himself was far from displeased, though still somewhat shocked. He'd been prepared to take any menial position on the ship that was tossed his way. He'd rather assumed that either Gibbs or Anamaria would become Jack's new First Mate. After all, they were well-seasoned sailors, while Will was merely a blacksmith.
However, as he opened the sideboard cabinet and shifted through the bottles there, he thought he could possibly see Jack's mind a little in this decision. As Jack had pointed out, Gibbs and Anamaria were pirates who sailed by the Code. They had both been willing to abandon Jack after they'd wrested the Black Pearl from Barbossa's crew. Yes, they'd come all the way to Port Royal to pick him up but he wouldn't have been in that position in the first place if they'd stayed around to pick him up before. Only Will had ignored the Code and had shown himself loyal to Jack, even if it meant putting himself at risk. Jack had been duped into trusting a First Mate he shouldn't have before now. This time there weren't going to be any mistakes. Barbossa had claimed loyalty to his captain, Will had no doubt. But Will had already proven his before Jack had ever offered him the position. So now he'd take a First Mate he could trust over one who could actually sail. Will was deeply touched by Jack's vote of confidence in this. He could only hope the crew understood their captain's decision as Will did and didn't take offense at the rapid elevation of one who hadn't spent his life at sea.
"There is one thing I have to know, though," Jack said, nearly causing Will to drop the bottle he'd been examining. He was surprised to find Jack at his side again, frowning at him. "You left the girl behind. She's off to marry her Commodore, I suppose."
Will nodded, carefully setting the bottle down, wondering where these questions were going. "Yes," he confirmed. "But then, you knew she was engaged to him."
"I was there when she agreed to do it, mate. My point is, she agrees to marry someone else, you fail to woo her away from him when you have the chance, then you turn around, and nearly get yourself killed rescuing yours truly. So, I find meself wondering... what were you really after today? To save me life – certainly a worthwhile cause – or were you thinking more about the part where they were going to hang you for it later?"
"What?" Will asked in some surprise, turning to face Jack more fully. "I told you that I had to try, after all..."
Jack interrupted him with a wave of the hand. "Your sense of honour isn't being impugned, lad. What I'm worried about is havin' a First Mate more interested in getting himself on the wrong end of a musket than of gettin' the treasure that musket's defending, savvy?"
Will blinked in surprise. "I'm not out to commit suicide, Jack. I'm willing to accept death if I have to, but that's not the same thing as wanting it."
"Even though you lost the girl?" Jack questioned closely.
"I was willing to die to rescue her," Will said firmly. "But it doesn't mean that my life is over if she's married to Norrington. I care about her, her safety and her happiness. But she's not mine, nor am I hers. Her choice of him has not broken me or my heart."
"Well, why not?"
"It's... it's complicated," he said, taken a little aback by the directness of the question. He wasn't sure he wanted to try and explain his revelations where Elizabeth was concerned to Jack just now. It was all still so complicated and confusing, even if he was sure he'd made the right choice. "I thought that it would and then it didn't. I'm almost happy for her and I don't know..."
"Your heart wasn't in it as much as ye though, eh?" Jack asked. His eyes flickered downward a little as he swayed just a bit closer and Will wondered what he was looking at.
"I suppose not," he answered. The air seemed to be leaving the room a little at a time and his own eyes flickered downward as well. He found himself suddenly focussed on Jack's mouth, realizing how close the other man was.
"You found losing your girl didn't break your heart and so you came after me."
Will laughed a little breathlessly. "You make it sound like..." he broke off as he met Jack's eyes again. They were boring into him, humour having fled once more.
Jack knows exactly what he made that sound like, Will thought, suppressing a shiver that threatened to run up his spine. Jack was so close now, Will could almost feel his breath against him. But he leaned in the rest of the way very slowly, never releasing Will's gaze, eyebrows raised in an unspoken question. A question Will answered by not backing away.
Jack's lips were firm but surprisingly gentle against Will's and Will closed his eyes to better focus on the feel of them. There had been kisses over the years; Will was good looking enough to have been offered several and despite his devotion to Elizabeth, he hadn't refused them all. However, his limited knowledge did not include kissing other men. In fact... if it were anyone but Jack kissing him, he'd have been too shocked to respond all. But Will was finding that where Jack was concerned, he was losing his ability to be surprised. Even the fact that he liked the feel of his captain's lips didn't unnerve him as much as it should have.
So, this is why, he thought a little dazedly. This is why my heart wasn't broken, this is why I couldn't declare my love for Elizabeth with Jack in earshot. This is why I'm on this ship now, why I'm going to sail with him instead of staying in Port Royal to try and win her back.
There wasn't room for shock, not with the relief of having those questions finally answered filling his mind. He could almost have laughed at how dull-witted he'd been. What other reason could he have had for choosing Jack over Elizabeth, which was what he'd basically done that day. She'd been a lovely dream but Jack was a warm, solid reality. That some men desired other men in this way was nothing new to Will. He'd grown up in a sea-port the catered to every oddity of taste after all. He'd simply never thought of himself as one of that sort. So, he'd remained oblivious to the complexities of the situation because the truth simply hadn't occurred to him – until now. The desire to laugh with relief and self-deprecation was only held at bay the greater desire to explore this further.
When Jack finally parted his lips to run a questioning tongue over Will's, Will responded with an eagerness that seemed to take the pirate by surprise. Will's hands slipped up and around the back of Jack's neck as he tilted his head, taking advantage of Jack's slightly open mouth to deepen the kiss. Jack jumped a little, obviously not expecting Will's sudden attack. But he wouldn't have been Captian Jack Sparrow if he hadn't been quick to take advantage of a situation. It was some time then before they came up for air.
"You are an eager one, aren't you," Jack commented warmly, pulling only far enough back to look his First Mate in the eyes. There was a new heat in his gaze. No, Will realized, not a new heat. Just one he hadn't understood before.
"I just know when I'm being offered something worth having." Will felt a little giddy, though he'd yet to touch the drinks in the cabinet beside them.
"Do you now?" Jack murmured. "That's a very good ability for a pirate to have." That teasing tongue flickered out against Will's mouth again but when he tried to capture it, Jack leaned back. "You do realize, though, that you're not going to get any kind of special treatment because of this. As First Mate you'll have work to do and I won't go easy on ye, either."
"I wouldn't expect you to," Will grinned.
"Good," Jack replied before pulling Will firmly against him and teaching him a few new things about kissing the tradesmen's daughters Will had kissed before had probably never dreamed of. The small part of Will's mind that could still think had no doubt that there was more knowledge where that came from. The captain of the Black Pearl had more to teach his new First Mate than just how to sail a ship and Will applied himself to the first of those lessons as he would to all of them – with single-minded intensity befitting a pirate.
