Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters.
Warning: male/male pairings
Rain was beating down on the roof and pelting loudly against the few windows in the blacksmith's room. The hour was late, and but a single candle was lit, casting long shadows about it. There was one man present, pacing restlessly.
Will Turner was waiting for someone, and was becoming incredibly impatient. He wasn't worried, but he was becoming more and more nervous. What if he'd been forgotten? It was unlikely, but not impossible. Sighing heavily, Will dropped into an old chair, resting his chin on his hands. He was startled by a loud rap on the door.
Will sprang to his feet and wrenched the door open, immediately pulling in his half-drowned visitor. Captain Jack Sparrow was soaking wet, and he dripped water through the door. Will slammed the door before pulling Jack into a warm, friendly embrace.
"'Ello mate." Jack said, returning the embrace, quickly patting the man on the back. They parted, beaming widely at each other.
"Jack Sparrow," Will began, "I was starting to wonder if perhaps you'd forgotten about me." He went to a nearby table and picked up a small knapsack, filled with but a few of his belongings; everything he'd be taking with him.
"I could never forget you, Will mate." Jack said. He walked over to the lone candle and quickly blew it out. Taking it was time to leave, Will opened the door and they stepped out into the pouring rain.
Due to the heavy rain and the late hour, the streets of Port Royal were completely deserted. Feeling it best not to push their luck, they didn't dawdle and Will followed his pirate mate quickly to the docks. They encountered no one on the way. Suddenly Jack put his arm out, stopping Will abruptly.
"What is it, Jack?" Will asked, barely audible over the rain. Jack was walking along the dock, the thudding of his boots lost amongst the wind and downpour.
"I know I parked it here somewhere…" Jack mumbled to himself.
"What are you looking for?" Will asked again.
"The dinghy, mate. I can't find it." He walked up and down the dock once more before spying another dinghy. His had obviously been swept off with the sea, so he gestured to Will to follow and jumped into the dinghy, Will following closely.
"Here. You're helping." Jack thrust an oar into Will's hands and they began to row. The wind had picked up and was whipping the small boat from side to side. Neither man spoke, knowing it was useless to try communicating in this weather.
After a while of rowing, a large, dark silhouette began to form in the darkness. Will knew instantly it was the Black Pearl. Rowing faster, they arrived at the ship a short time later and hurriedly scrambled onto the deck.
The ship seemed deserted, but Will knew the crew were merely inside their cabins, sleeping. Jack led Will into the small captain's quarters and quickly shut the door against the rain. He turned around to see Will removing his soaking shirt.
Jack ran his eyes up and down Will's chest, noting his toned blacksmith's muscles. He had to admit, the boy was good looking. Jack looked at Will's face and saw that Will was staring curiously at him.
"Nice body you got there, mate." Jack said, dropping Will a sly wink. He turned and didn't see the look of surprise to cross Will's features. Jack rummaged through some cabinets and pulled out two bottles of rum. He handed one to the shirtless Will then sat to take off his boots and coat.
"Tell me boy," Jack began, "have you missed life on the sea?" he threw his boots into a corner and took a swig of his rum. Will was still recovering from Jack's comment before. Shaking his head, he also took a swill of rum.
"Honestly Jack? I have missed it." He sat on a chair opposite the pirate and continued. "With Elizabeth gone, I've been terribly lonely and bored. The life of a blacksmith is nothing compared to that of a pirate."
"Aye, that's true." Replied Jack trying with great difficulty to keep his eyes off of Will's body. "To be perfectly blunt, mate, it hasn't been the same without you." He took another swig.
Will was becoming more and more confused. He knew Jack had been eyeing his body earlier, and knew he was trying not to now. What was wrong with the man?
They sat silently, listening to the heavy rainfall, drinking their rum. Jack was almost finished his, whereas Will still had half a bottle. Will was studying Jack closely, trying to read his emotions. But the pirate's face revealed nothing.
Will had long ago learned to hide his desires for the pirate. Of course, he'd loved Elizabeth for a long time, ever since the day they'd met… right up until he met Jack Sparrow. There was something about the man that attracted him, but he wasn't sure what.
Jack had removed his coat and vest to reveal a plain white shirt, clinging to his skin. Will looked him over quickly before moving his eyes to Jack's own. He was startled to see the pirate staring intently at him.
"I uh… I should be off to bed now Jack." Will stammered. Jack was acting strange and Will found it unnerving. Downing the last of his rum, he placed it on a bench and stood up. Jack stood up in the small cabin and squeezed past Will, brushing against the man's chest. Will shivered and retrieved his shirt from the floor.
"Goodnight Jack." Will said quietly, watching as Jack began to undress.
"Aye. Sleep well, young William." He replied softly. He waited until he heard his cabin door close before stripping completely and he climbed into his bunk. He would speak with Will more in the morning. Right now, he'd let the man alone with his own troubled thoughts.
A/N: yay! That's the first chapter, and i hope you enjoyed it. It was a little rushed, i know but i hope you get the basic idea. Reviews please! And i'll update shortly