"You know, it really wasn't necessary," Captain Jack Sparrow informed one would-be rescuer, also known as Will Turner. He leaned closer, beads rattling, and Will recoiled a little; he could smell the rum. Wherever Jack had been, it hadn't been short of alcohol.

"And it... especially... wasn't necessary given that the one what led you here is the one what stole my ship. Savvy?"

"He stole it years ago. Shouldn't you have moved on?" Jack just stared at him. "And actually, I didn't come here to save you."

Jack started at the younger and cleaner man for a long minute before rolling his kohl-blackened eyes expressively and staggering away, one finger of one hand held high in the air. Eventually he seemed to get far enough away to suit him, and swiveled on the heel of one boot to point his finger at Will. The rum kept Jack's hand from being altogether steady, but still, Will got the point.

"A woman as wild and changeable as the sea," Jack quoted, now stepping nearer to Will, who looked paler but held his ground. When the pirate was no more than a step away from Will and the ship's mast, he stopped.

Frank brown eyes looked into Will's honest blue ones. "You're never going to be able to control her, mate."

"No." Then Will's pale hands were on Jack's jacket; brown like the rest of him; and Jack was yet again shoved up against the unyielding mast(he would've rolled his eyes but was afraid it might take away Will's nerve) and Will kissed Jack quickly, with an intensity brought on by fear or haste, and it looked like passion. Jack's eyes closed as he allowed Will's tongue past his gold and white teeth, and the kiss kept on lasting.

When Will broke away, Jack lifted light hands off the sides of Will's arms and waited patiently for the parting shot that wasn't aimed at him anyway.

"But I thought I'd at least get even." Will walked away.