Tell me your dreams

Title: Tell me your dreams (2/16?)
Author: Mahie/EvenStar
Reply to: persefone_rj@hotmail.com
Pairing: Jack/Will
Rating: NC-17 (later)
See Part 0 for other info.
No infringement is intended.
'thoughts'
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*The day before the events on chapter 1*

Captain Jack Sparrow looked at his compass, knowing would soon be arriving in Tortuga. Finally. After six long years, he had returned to the island he loved so much. He liked all that commotion; especially the whores and the rum. Jack couldn't wait to get to the island, order a lot of rum and have romps with many of wenches.
Although he only responded to ‘Captain Jack Sparrow,’ he was presently the first mate under Captain Dave. Jack was now standing at the helm, as he was always asked to do so by his captain. And so Jack steered the ship to the island. He had already informed his captain that he, Gibbs and Annamaria would be leaving Dave’s crew when they reached their destination because Jack was obsessed with getting the Black Pearl back. All those years Jack had thought about her; and his hatred for Barbossa increased day by day. So,he decided it was time to try and get back what was his.
Captain Dave Lloyd was a good friend of Jack’s. He understood his reasons and agreed that he had to try and get the Pearl back. He just
Regretted that he would lose three good members of his crew.
Jack had already spoken to Gibbs and Anna about the subject of finding a crew to help him. Dave and the rest of the crew couldn't do it; so,
Gibbs came up with the idea of assembling a crew in Tortuga. That was the reason why they were heading there.
Tortuga was hectic and full of drunken fellows, but it was also the place where they could find the best fighters...whether they were sailors or not. And Jack and his comrades didn't really care if people on their crew were sailors or beggars, they just wanted people who were loyal and knew how to fight.
By nightfall, Jack, Gibbs and Anna said their goodbyes to Dave's crew.
The ship they managed to acquire that was to take them to Isla de Muerta belonged to a friend of Gibbs. Then, they spread the word that Captain Jack Sparrow was looking for a crew to get back the Pearl and gave it two days for everyone be informed.
They slept on the ship they had got the day they arrived. Jack spoke
to his two friends:
"Ye both have no idea how much hatred I feel for this worthless
Barbossa! Gonna kill him," as he caressed his pistol that had just one bullet.
"I think I do," Gibbs said, taking another gulp of his rum.
"Gentlemen..." Anna said. "we have to pick up the best fighters here! We cannot let this bastard win again! We have to destroy him!"
"We will, Anna, take it easy," Jack said. "And yes, here is the place
where we can find the best fighters the Caribbean has to offer. Gibbs,", he turned to look at his older friend. "The day after tomorrow you'll be signing up the people who want to come with us."
"Aye, Jack,"Gibbs said.
"I'm going to make sure the word is spread,” Jack said and left while Anna and Gibbs went to sleep on the ship.
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Two days later, Will woke up with a headache (A/N: um...have I written
this just because *I* am with a bloody headache today? :P) He stood up and dressed. Charles was waiting for Will so they could sign up with Gibbs before their day at the smithy began. Will looked like shit. He had barely slept that night; he was too occupied thinking about Captain Jack Sparrow's kohl-rimmed eyes.
Charles eyed him from head to toe and asked:
"Did you sleep well, Will? You look terrible."
"No. I didn't sleep well."
Charles shook his head. "Come on, let's sign up with Gibbs at once so
we can go to work earlier and finish earlier.
"Yeah. But there's a problem."
"And what would that be?" Charles asked, slightly annoyed for the delay.
"I haven't talked to my father."
Charles sighed. They would have to talk to Mr. Brown for sure. Will
was like a son to him and the older man cared very much for the boy.
Besides, Charles and Will worked at the smithy; if they left, the master blacksmith would have to look for replacements.
When Mr. Brown woke up, Will told him that he wished to be a part of Sparrow’s crew. Mr. Brown felt so uneasy that Will thought about giving up, but kept to his wishes. He said:
"Dad, nothing's going to happen...there'll be lots of good sailors-pirates-I know, but they are good men and they know how to fight. Besides, I can look after myself. I practise with a sword three hours a day, Dad! I practise fighting with Charles! What can possibly happen?"
"Oh, Will...it's so dangerous...sailing with pirates...you can get
caught...it doesn't matter if it's Captain Jack-bloody-Spark...Spart...well, anyway...”
"Sparrow, Dad! He's the most feared pirate in all of the Caribbean!"
"He must be, but have you asked yourself if he would save you when you
were in danger? These bloody bastards don't give a damn about peoples’
sakes. Have you thought about that, Son? So think hard over it!"
Will thought about it. True, he didn't really /know/ Sparrow. Was he generous? Or just someone who only cared about his own troubles?
Will said:
"I don't know whether he's noble or not, but he wants help and I want to sail...so, we can help one another...besides, I don't need anyone to save me from danger!"
"Son, you're eighteen a'm 'm not standing in your way...but
please, Will...be careful..."
"Dad...I don't even know if I'm going to be chosen! And of course I will be careful if I go."
Mr. Brown finally nodded before Will said:
"I'm going with Charles to sign up. Do you know of someone who can replace us if we go?"
"That would be easy, Son. A lot of fellows want jobs nowadays. That’s not what is troubling me the most."
Will took a step forward and hugged his father.
"Oh Dad...be at peace...nothing is going to happen to us..."
"I really hope so."
Full of excitement, Charles and Will hurried to the East Docks. And as Will had seen Jack Sparrow the day before and found the man was the true manifestation of beauty, he wanted to be around him even more…
At the ship, Mr. Gibbs seemed rather busy with the long line of people who came to sign up. Will sighed. He didn't expect to be chosen; but he had to try.
"Gosh...lots of lads...and lasses...",said Charles.
"Yeah. I don’t think we will be chosen, Charles.” There might be lots of sailors here. They want people who know how to fight, but if they are /sailors/...or pirates as well, we're going to be left behind...we're just blacksmiths..."
"Let us at least try, Will. We have nothing to lose, right?"
"Oh, that is true...",Will sighed again.
The sun was high in the sky when Will and Charles climbed the ship and
went to talk to Mr. Gibbs. It had to be around noon. Gibbs was looking really tired. Jack was inside his cabin,preparing to take his place with Anna. But though Gibbs was tired, he was happy to see so many people had shown up.
"Good day, boys,” Gibbs greeted Will and Charles.
"Good day, Mr. Gibbs," Charles replied.
"Names?"
"Charles Lewis "W "William Brown."
Gibbs eyed them from head to toe and nodded.
"Well, boys; Are ye aware it is a long and tiring trip and it can
turn dangerous, aren't ye?"
"Yes, sir," Charles replied and Will nodded his agreement.
"So...do you both know how to fight?"
"Yes, sir," Will replied. "We are blacksmiths. We practise fighting
three hours a day."
"Good," Gibbs said. "Um...blacksmiths...it will give you both an advantage..." Gibbs lowered his voice. "I've seen everything in here...even beggars and whores who never fought once on their lives...of course, they just wanted the prize..."
"And what would be the prize, sir?" Charles asked.
"Oh...the treasure of the Isla de Muerta...except for the cursed gold,
of course."
Charles had his eyes wide open. The treasure of the Isla de Muerta as a
prize! But Will only nodded, uninterested, as Gibbs noticed he wore a
medallion around his neck. It was hidden by his shirt. Curious, Gibbs asked:
"This medallion, son...would you let me see it?"
Will took the medallion from his neck and Gibbs eyed it carefully.
Then, as realization came through to him, his eyes widened.
"What is the matter?" Will asked, frowning.
"Wait me just a minute, boy," he handed the medallion back to Will."I'm fetching Jack."
Will looked at Charles, frowning. But the knowledge that he was going to see Jack again excited him.
Soon, Gibbs came back with Jack, who looked curious. The moment Will saw him again, his cheeks started to redden and burn. Jack was such
a sight. His eyes were lined in kohl, as usual, and he was looking at
Will with an alluring expression - wait, alluring? Will thought he was
imagining things. Maybe Jack looked at everyone the way he was looking
at Will now - almost a piercing look.
Jack licked his lips without taking his eyes off Will. He finally
spoke:
"What be yer name, whelp?"
"William Brown,captain," Will repliedightightly annoyed Jack had called
him 'whelp.'
"William,” Jack looked at Gibbs, who nodded, and then returned his gaze to Will. "I imagine 'Brown' is not your real name. Care to tell me how you got it?"
"It's my foster father's name, Captain. He's John Brown, the blacksmith. He took me in when I was five. I was in a ship that exploded...sailors found me overboard...and brought me here...",Will said, still stunned that Jack knew his real name wasn't William Brown.
Jack smirked and gave Gibbs a knowing smile. Of course, he knew the
Stories; that a boy had been found overboard on the sea and a blacksmith had taken pity on him. Jack heard all of these tales, but didn't know all the details. As he could be wrong, he resumed asking Will questions:
"And what be yer real name?"
"I don't really know. I was five when my mother died. I never knew my
father."
"Do ye know if ye were named for him?"
"I was, Captain. My mother always told me that."
"I see," Jack seemed to be deep in thought. "Um...you remember your mother's name?"
"Um...not really sure...but I think it was Heather...yes, that's it...
Heather."
Jack smirked again and this time Gibbs smirked back at him. Will could
rainrain himself no longer and asked:
"I'm really sorry, Captain, but why are you asking these questions to
me?"
Jack smirked again and stepped closer to Will. The boy nearly stopped
breathing when Jack touched his chest and the medallion Will wore.
"May I?" Jack asked. Will took off his medallion again. He didn't
understand a thing, but didn't want to be rude.
Jack eyed the medallion and looked at Gibbs.
"You were right, mate."
Gibbs smirked.
"I'm sorry," Will spoke again. "I think I have the right to know what
you both are saying about me."
Jack's expression softened. He put both his hands on Will's shoulders,
making the poor boy shiver. The captain said:
"You will, son. At the opportune moment."
Will looked into Jack's eyes. His expression seemed to have changed.
He didn't wear that smirky face anymore. Now he seemed to be concerned...and even friendly.
Protective. It was the word that crossed Will's mind. Jack seemed to be
protective of him at that very moment. Will didn't want to believe it,
but he couldn't help it. Oh, he wanted it to be true...
And then Jack's voice took him out of his reverie:
"Will," the boy looked at Jack with a stunned expression. It was just
so sweet that the captain called him by his nickname...and so Jack spoke:
"For now...know that you /are/ already part of me crew and you are
under me protection, no matter what. Savvy?"
Will looked at him dumbly. Jack smirked and before he got back inside
the ship, he added:
"Ah...by the way...your real name is William Turner, mate."
Will just blinked.
"William Turner?"
But Jack was already gone, leaving Will to his troubled thoughts. 'Under his protection'. It felt good to know; but Will felt uneasy. Why would he need protection?
Charles was looking at Will and couldn't help feeling jealous with the knowledge that Will was already part of the crew. But he took his friend's arm while Gibbs, also in shock, said:
"Okay boys. You can go. Charles you can see if you were chosen in two days' time."
"Thanks sir."
And Charles left; half-carrying an astonished Will with him.

End of Part 2.

TBC

A/N: Okay,in my Alternate Universe Will was found when he was five so
that he cannot remember his full name. He only knew his name was
William,that he was named for his father and that his mother was called
Heather. And the medallion had never been really noticed by others because though the pirates in Tortuga knew about the Aztec gold story,they had never seen one of the pieces of the gold. Alright?