Coming Along

Sandrine Black: No driver's lisence(or however you spell it) on my part either. I've been finding friends that haven't seen it yet, than going with them. So far, two wouldn't mind going again. Mmm...Don't know if I'll write Will's version of the Interceptor event. Maybe... Depends on my mood.

Mel: Got the idea from Will saying that his father was a merchant sailor. Thanks. :)

Paige: Only 150?... I call the first 60!!! Nummy. ;P Glad I could brighten a day with my sunshine-y rays of evil.

Akurei: Thanks, on both.

Datiye: You'll see just how effective a teacher Jack is. ;) And I'm considering, but not until after I get this one finished up.

Thursday: And that is prolly so much better than my attempts at a lemon. ;)
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Will folded his arms on the edge of Anamaria's bunk, resting his chin on them and looking at the angry woman. Anamaria was lying down, too tired to sleep, and too tired to do anything.

"I can't believe that bastard. I bet he doesn't even have any plans right now."

"Jack always has a plan," Will muttered. "Even if he's unwilling to share it."
amaramaria frowned, glaring at her companion. "I suppose your night was difficult. All you had to do was lie down."

Frowning, Will shifted, getting comfortable in his standing position. "Oh, and I suppose being at Jack's mercy is supposed to be fun?"

"I guess ye 'ave a point..." Anamaria sat up, carefully keeping her head low enough so that it didn't hit the planks above her. "But you didn't 'ave to listen to th' damn bird all night."

"True," Will sighed. "So what do you suggest?"

"Your turn."

Will smiled.

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~Port Royal~

Elizabeth paced in her room, arms crossed beneath her breasts, and most of the curtains drawn. Her father and Norrington had gone to the docks to see Bootstrap on his way with the Pendulum. The reward announcement was still on her dresser, crumpled and torn, but still there. She knew that hundreds of the posters were in Port Royal right now, and probably thousands more in any other given city.

Nothing had been done to assure her that if-and she had no doubt that it could only be an 'if'-the Black Pearl was caught, no harm would come to the crew. But, of course, this was Jack Sparrow she was thinking about, so nothing would go as she hoped.

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Governor Swann sighed, "I really don't understand my daughter's defense of pirates."

"Sparrow did aid us last year, Governor," Norrington replied, starting the walk back to the Swann manor. "And she is fond of young William."

"Yes, yes. But really."

"I cannot say I know the answer, sir. But it may be best to distract Ms. Swann from these things."

"And how would you suggest that, Commodore?" Swann dropped a few shillings into a begger's cup as they walked through the merchant district of the town.

Norrington ignored the workers crowding the streets. "May I be so bold as to ask for the date of marriage to be placed within the month?"

Swann smiled, delighted. "Of course! Elizabeth will be delighted."

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Elizabeth stared at the maid, "What!?"

"But Miss Swann, it's a wonderful thing."

"Wonderful?! I'll... I'll-"

She stopped he complaint as her mind worked. This might actually work for her advantage.

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~Black Pearl~

A rope had been tied to the wheel to keep the ship on course while the crew went about other things. Crimp and Kursar were pulling a long rope up, bringing a net they had been dragging through the water to the deck. Tearlach and Matelot were there, helping to gather any fish caught. Moises and Ladbroc had mops out, talking as they cleaned the deck. Cotton, Anamaria, and Gibbs were below deck, and Jack was wondering what Anamaria was planning now. Quartetto and Duncan were working on ropes with Will, little conversation passing between them.

Jack frowned, neither Will nor Anamaria had done anything other than follow orders and their work. He knew that they had to be planning something. He watched Will work on one of the rope ladders, tying one knot before taking a second rope from Duncan. Jack knew that neither would do anything to harm the ship or crew, but that was the extent of his knowledge.

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Anamaria shook one of the fresh blankets Cotton had brought up from storage. She coughed as the dust floated before settling.

"You're plannin' somethin'," Gibbs stated, double checking the supplies of biscuits; hitting a few to knock out some weevils. "You and the boy 'ave it in yer minds ta get yer revenge on Jack."

"Don't know what ya mean."

Cotton's parrot settled on the back of a chair, "Rain's a-comin'."

Anamaria glared at it, "You shut up."

Gibbs frowned, "What are ye plannin'?"

The woman set the blanket down and levelled an even gaze on Gibbs. "One, this is Will's plan. Two, we're already doin' it."

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By dinner, Jack had grown silent, trying to figure out what his suddenly obedient lover was up to. Finally giving in, he simply pulled Will aside and into his cabin.

"Alright. What're you up to?"

Will smiled, "I thought you wanted me to behave?"

Jack frowned, "Well, I did, but I know you. And I know Anamaria. What are you two up to?"

"Absolutely nothing, Jack."

The captain frowned, "Will, you'll tell me, and you'll tell me now. Or I really will think of a way t' punish you, savvy?"

Will sighed, "Jack, you wanted us to behave, so we're doing just that."

Jack frowned, not completely understanding and Will smiled. "We'll stop, but only if you ask us."

"Fine. I ask you to stop this. It's drivin' me mad."

"I'll stop," Will said, giving Jack a quick kiss. "But you'll need to do the same with Ana."

"You're lookin' t' humiliate me."

"I think it's lenient, considering you drove Ana mad with that damn bird. And you quite effectively humiliated me."

Jack grinned, "Don't seem t' recall you complainin' much."

Will rolled his eyes, "Just do it."

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Well, that was piece of crap. But what do you expect for someone that hasn't slept in two days? Anyway, actual plot coming up. Consider this the last of the fluffy chapters.

On a note for that AU-ish fic, thanks to 'mc' for helping me out. I now have a place to start off from. I just need to do a bit of research, and depending on how much I can find, it may or may not be historically accurate. Leaning towards the latter, at the moment.