Tell me your dreams

Title: Tell me your dreams (3/16?)
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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"Mother's love...Will Turner...son of Bootstrap Bill Turner..." Gibbs spoke, completely bewildered. "Jack...do you realize that with the help of this boy you will be able to really /kill/ Barbossa?"
Jack was sitting on the only bed in the captain's quarters, while Gibbs and Annamaria were on the chairs by the table. Jack took a large swig of the rum he was (always) drinking and spoke:
"Of course I have thought about that, Gibbs. But I'm afraid there are other things to think about..." Jack seemed to be deep in thought. Meeting the young Turner had made him become thoughtful. "For example, what if Barbossa wants to /kill/ the boy? Am I being selfish to take him there under those conditions?"
"Dear God...Jack, this boy is our salvation! He's our leverage!" Gibbs spoke again. "What is the matter, mate? Thought you wanted to kill that bastard for good."
"I want it."
"The boy is a true leverage for us."
"I know that," Jack replied, annoyed. "But don't you understand, mate? He's Bill's son! It is my duty to protect him from any harm," Jack himself didn't understand why he was so worried about the boy. He kept telling himself it was just because the boy was his dead friend's son and he owed it to Bill. But Jack couldn't realize he was really protective of Will and not only because he was Bill's son; but because he liked the boy instantaneously. The way the lad got angry when he realized Jack and Gibbs were smirking as they talked about him. His confused face when he realized Jack wanted to see the medallion. 'Such a cute face...'
Oh God...he hadn't just thought that...'Dammit' Jack swore to himself and tried to stop these thoughts. Anna said:
"Wish I'd seen the lad. Was he like Bill?"
"What?! He was Bill's spitting image!" Gibbs replied.
"Don't worry, you will see him often enough," Jack said to Annamaria.
"Well. I think we have to start picking the ones to the crew.",Jack spoke. "Any ideas, mate?" he looked at Gibbs.
"Um...no whores, right?"
"Right," Jack said. "Though they would be useful for other matters..." he replied with a smirk and Annamaria glared at him. Gibbs simpered and said:
"I think we should include that friend of Will Turner’s. He is a blacksmith,practises swordfighting three hours a day and and will keep our leverage company.”
"Stop calling him like that," Jack said, trying to hide his annoyance.
"Whatever," Gibbs said. "What do you think?"
"Okay, Charles Lewis, isn't it? Fine, let him come. How many more do we need?"
"At least a dozen, Jack," said Gibbs.
They started to pick out the crew and the next day, even more people showed up to be part of it. By the end of the evening they were tired as hell, but had almost all the names to the crew.
Fifteen men and a woman had been chosen. The woman was another pirate,and knew how to fight very well. Annamaria liked the idea of having another woman on the ship; she didn't really care about being among men all of the time, but sometimes she missed having another women to talk to. The men on the ships treated her as one of them, and Anna wanted to feel like a woman!
"Done, gentlemen," she said. "I think we have our crew."
Jack let out a relieved breath and said:
"Now I just want RUM!" and left the ship to go to a tavern. Anna followed him, but Gibbs just closed his eyes and slept peacefully.
Anna and Jack went to a tavern. To their surprise, Will was there, again with Charles and Henry. Jack looked at him, again piercing him with his gaze. Will noticed it soon and again his cheeks started to burn.
Jack said to Anna, without taking his eyes off Will:
"/That/ is Will Turner," he looked in Will's direction and the boy was staring at him. Charles and Henry were doing the same.
Anna shook her head:
"/Which/ of them, Jack? There are three lads there."
"The one who looks like Bill, mate."
"Oh."
Annamaria realized that Will was Bill's spitting image, indeed. She sat with Jack and they ordered four bottles of rum.
Will was with his friends at a table near to the one Jack was with Anna. Will was still nervous because of Jack's presence. His eyes kept wandering to the captain,but tried to guise it as if he was looking at the door. Charles again noticed that Will didn't take his eyes off Jack. He said:
"That is Captain Jack Sparrow, Henry."
"Oh, that pirate," he said. "Will, are you really going with them?"
"I am," Will replied.
"You're mad."
"I am," Will was talking dumbly as he was still looking at Jack and pretending he wasn't. He wasn't paying any attention to his friends’ talks at all.
By the end of the night, Jack decided to talk to Will. It would be rude not to, as he knew the boy had seen him and knew the boy knew Jack had seen him. Just after he and Anna paid the barkeeper, they went to Will's table:
"Hello, William."
Will nearly stopped breathing. He was distracted by the fights inside the
tavern and hadn't noticed Jack was approaching him.
"Um...h-hel-lo..." he trembled.
Jack smirked at him. And said:
"This is Annamaria, a good friend of mine."
Anna smiled sweetly and Will liked her from the beginning:
"Nice to meet you, Will. I was a good friend to your father."
"Nice to meet you too, Annamaria." Will smiled. "Um...sorry..." he realized he hadn't introduced them to Henry and Charles: "This is Henry and this is Charles...mates, this is Captain Jack Sparrow and Annamaria."
"I /know/ him, Will." Charles joked.
Jack said:
"Charles Lewis, right?"
"Aye, Captain."
"Well...just wanted to let you know that you be part of me crew as well."
Charles' eyes widened and he stood up. Will looked from Charles to Jack, smiling. Charles offered his hand to Jack and said:
"Thank you, Captain.”
"You're welcome, mate." Jack shook his hand and then released it.
"Um...do you want a drink?" Will offered Jack. He didn't want the captain to leave so soon, now that he had approached him.
"No, but thanks, William. I need to get some sleep."
"Oh, please...on my account."
"Well, if you do insist...I will accept." Jack smiled and sat with the boys. Henry was looking at him and found he was such a sight, just like Will thought...but to Henry, Jack was the most eccentric guy he had ever seen. The way he swayed, and rolled his eyes...the captain seemelittlittle crazy. Not beautiful, as Will thought.
They talked about light subjects. Will wanted to ask Jack so many things...but didn't have the guts to. He paid for Jack and Anna’s drinks and then all of them left. As Will was feeling a little less intimidated by Jack's presence, he said:
"When are we going to leave, Jack?"
Jack looked at him piercingly. Will shivered a little. Frowned. Then Jack said:
"It's /Captain/ Jack to you, whelp."
...I...I'm s-sorry...I d-didn't know...I m-mean...that..."
"Obviously you didn't." Jack smirked at him and then his expression softened again: "We are leaving in three days' time, lad. And...don't forget to bring your medallion."
"Alright," Will was blushing so hard from embarrassment that he didn’t even wonder why Jack had told him to bring the medallion. He excused himself and quickly went home. Charles and Henry said their goodbyes to Jack and Anna and followed Will. Jack kept watching Will from the distance; when he felt a hand on his shoulder, squeezing hard:
"What was that, Anna?"
"Did you have to embarrass the lad? The poor boy got as red as a tomato!" she said, irritated.
"He has to learn that he needs to call me Captain," he said but was smirking again.
"Oh, as if you cared enough about it. You can't fool me Jack, you never cared about those titles. You hate being famous! You just wanted to tease the lad!"
"So I did," he replied, slightly annoyed that Anna knew him so well. "Well,let's get back to the ship."
What Anna had said was true. Jack didn't care about the fact that he was famous. He hated being recognized everywhere.
Hated that people only approached him when they wanted something.
He was used to his lifestyle. He had all the whores and women he wanted. He always had people around him when he needed anything, as long as he offered something in exchange. But though he knew so many people, his only friends were Anna and Gibbs. That was why he was always with them. They loved Jack without asking anything in exchange.
He had everything he needed, both physically or materially. He had sex or money or contacts whenever he wanted it.
But his soul craved for more than that.
He hated not being loved, only needed and desired.
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Will got home and was still so embarrassed that Charles asked:
"Is there a problem, Will?"
"N-no...why?"
"Well, you are trembling likpalmpalm tree on the wind..."
Will glared at Charles.
"I think you can go home now, Charles."
"Okay, alright," he put his hands up in defeat. "Forget it. So, till tomorrow, mate?"
"Till tomorrow."
And Will went to his bedroom and lay on his bed, thinking about Jack. He couldn't forget the man. He always came back to his mind, as if he was a curse himself. And Will wondered if it was really true, for Jack haunted him. His eyes...the way he walked...his trinkets and rings and earrings...Will forgot everything else and started taking off his clothes.
He lay naked on his bed and touched himself. He was getting hard just thinking of Jack. And so he pleasured himself to completion, not once taking the beautiful captain away from his mind.
'Oh God...what is happening to me?' Will wondered, but wasn't really worried.
It felt good.
It felt /right/ to think about Jack...to touch himself while thinking about him.
It just felt so right...
And so Will did it again...and slept peacefully, lustful thoughts of Jack on his mind.
----
On the 'Caribbean Light', the ship on which Jack, Gibbs and Anna slept there was another who was having ful ful thoughts. Jack realized he /found/ Will attractive. And he didn't like that. He didn't like that /at all/. He didn't want to be lusting after a lad...he was twice the boy's age! 'Bill would kill me if he knew'. So Jack tried, and was successfully able to forget about Will...he thought about other things...he had to plan on how to get Barbossa killed and his ship back. They had to approach the Isla de Muerta silently and keep hidden until they could attack. Jack
was thinking about it, but his mind kept betraying him and thoughts of Will came back to hi'Wel'Well. Seems I can't pretend anymore.' he thought defeated. 'I'm thinking about him all the time. I find him attractive. Alright, let me face it, then. I am not talking to him unless it's totally necessary...I'm not going to treat him any differently from any other member of me crew...and maybe I'll ask Anna or Gibbs to tell him who he really is and why we need him.'
He decided he wouldn't be showing any affections towards Will. Although,he wanted it as much as Will did. 'The boy may be Bill's son, but he could also only be interested in the prize. As I don't know if I can trust him with my affections, no need to be too nice to him.'
But Jack thought it hard. It would be difficult not to show any affection towards Will. It would be difficult not showing that he wanted to protect himm anm any harm. It would be difficult to be cold towards him.
It would be difficult to pretend he didn't care.
----
The next day all the members who had been chosen to be part of Jack's crew were advised that they would be going to the Isla de Muerta in two days' time. All of them were really excited to be part of Jack Sparrow's crew and packed their things swiftly. Will did the same, and though his father was almost crazy with worry, Will wouldn't turn back now.
He didn't understand why, but Jack wanted him on the crew; and it made Will feel the need to go.
Henry had decided to work for Mr. Brown while Will and Charles were gone. The master blacksmith was looking for one more to replace them. That was not the main problem, though; the poor man couldn't sleep, being worried about his son. It pained Will, but he needed to go.
He /wanted/ to go.
On the day of the trip, Will hugged his father tightly and promised to come back. He and Charles went to the East Docks in a hurry. All the crew was there; they were already late.
When they arrived, Gibbs and Annamaria greeted them, but Jack, trying to keep to his promise of not treating Will any differently, said:
"You both are late, mates. What time did we arrange? As soon as the sun rose!"
"Um...I'm sorry, Captain," Will would never call him Jack again, unless Jack himself told him to. He felt far too embarrassed three nights before.
"Did you bring your medallion?"
"Aye, sir."
"Good day, Captain,” Charles said.
"On yer way!" Jack said, and Wclimclimbed up onto the ship along with Charles. The 'Caribbean Light' left Tortuga a few minutes after.

End of Part 3

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