Tell me your dreams

Title: Tell me your dreams (4/16?)
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 'Caribbean Light' sailed quickly away from Tortuga and soon Jack and his crew found themselves in the middle of the ocean.
At night, Jack was at the helm. He called Gibbs:
"Mate, this ship is fast but this trip is taking a month."
"Aye I know Jack. See, if it was the Pearl...we'd getting there in fifteen days...or less."
"Aye." Jack said, nostalgic. "Well, if it was the Pearl we'd have no need of going to that damned island again!"
Gibbs nodded and Jack spoke again:
"Anyway, did you do what I told ye? To check if there was enough food for a month? We have nineteen people here."
"I did, Jack."
"So?\ibbsibbs looked away. Jack sighed. He knew what the answer was.
"There's not enough food, right?"
"I forgot to count us...me, you and Anna...I counted the sixteen people on the crew."
Jack shook his head.
"Well, before we get to the Isla de Muerta we'll have to stop in a port. I think there's a port not so far from here." Jack checked his compass.
"Jack, let's do it later. There are other ports. Look at the sky! It's going to storm...tomorrow or the afteafter. We have enough food for the first twenty days, let's be prepared for this storm first."
"Alright." Jack agreed. They would have to be ready for the storm and couldn't distract themselves.
Earlier that day, Will and Charlent tnt to the crew's quarters and tried to relax a bit before they had to work on the ship. They had nedonedone anything like it but Gibbs and Annamaria would help them. Before theywere called, Will laid on the mattress and thought about many things; He thought about Jack the majority of the time, but at this particular moment, he was more worried about another matter.
'This medallion...what does it mean? Why did Jack ask me to bring it?'
Although Will was really curious about it, he had an uneasy feeling that he wouldn’t like to know
Will was so immersed in his troubled thoughts that didn't hear Charles calling him:
"Come on, Will, let's get to work. Annamaria is calling us."
So Will got up and tried to forget those thoughts; but it was impossible. As he was working everything came back. He looked at Jack. The captain was at the helm and was looking absent-mindedly at the ocean. He was so beautiful...Will looked at him for some time before looking away.
He didn't realize Charles' gaze was following him...and his friend had noticed again that Will was looking at Jack.
By nightfall, they were allowed to relax, have dinner and sleep if they wanted. But it was not so late and Will couldn't sleep. Charles said:
"Let's go to the deck, Will." They were in the crew's quarters. Charles wanted to talk to Will; and so when they got to the deck, he asked:
"You've been so absent-minded, Will...I noticed you were not concentrating on the work today."
Will felt nervous and became rude:
"It's none of your business, Charles!" and heked ked to the floor.
"Will...we've been friends for so long...I think you want to tell me something...why don't you do it? Don't you trust me, mate?"
Will looked at him.
"Of course I trust you, but there's nothing to tell." he said, but it was obvious in his voice that he lied.
"You cannot deceive me, mate."
"Alright." Will said, defeated. "What do you want to know?"
"You fancy the captain, don't ya?"
Will opened his eyes widely. He didn't expect Charles to ask it so directly.
Will's reaction told Charles the truth. He sighed.
"It's alright mate, I understand you."
"Do you?"
"Yeah. I have fancied a guy too...for so many years..."
Will was shocked:
"Who?"
Charles fell silent; he didn't know how to say it. But had to. This was his best chance.
"You."
Will's face fell. He would never expect his best friend to have a crush on him. Will fell silent. He didn't know what to say. He didn't want to hurt Charles, but he didn't feel anything more than friendship for him. Not even lust.
"Charles, I..."
"Don't say anything, Will."
And Charles tried to kiss him. At first, caught by surprise, Will responded. But he heard someone clearing his throat to speak and stopped the kiss abruptly.
Turning around, he saw Jack. 'Oh,/fine/. Now he's going to think Charles and I are lovers. Dammit.'
"As much as I hate to interrupt, I think you should get some sleep, mates. We wake early on this ship."
It wasn't even that late...but Jack /wanted/ to interrupt. More than anything.
"Aye, Captain” Will stood up and went to the crew's quarters without saying a word.
Jack looked at Charles from head to toe and Charles realized Jack was jealous. Or he thought so. Jack asked him:
"Are ye lovers?"
Charles chose to tell the truth:
"No, Captain”
"Does he love ye?"
"No, sir," his eyes were full of tears and Jack frowned. He had understood everything quickly. "Excuse me," Charles looked away and left.
In the crew's quarters, he tried to talk to Will; but Will didn't want to:
"No Charles. I'm going to sleep."
"Have to do everything he tells you to?" he said, irritated.
Will sat down on the mattress and pulled his friend to him:
"I am on /his/ ship. I'm part of /his/ crew. And I'm doing what he tells me to do."
Charles was hurt and didn't say anything else.
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The next day Will and Charles didn't say a word to one another. Charles was hurt and didn't want to risk being even more; and Will didn't know what to say to his friend. The only thing he was certain of was that he didn't love Charles back. And he didn't want to tell him that and hurt him even more.
So they avoided each other all day. Jack noticed it. His eyes followed Will wherever he went. And he looked at Charles sometimes, worried about him. Even though he wanted Will, Jack was not an insensitive guy. He knew Charles was hurting and felt deep sympathy for him. He had already loved and been rejected.
But Jack couldn't help feeling happy to know that Will didn't return Charles' feelings.
At night the storm caught them in the middle of the ocean. It was so rough that they thought of stopping the ship at an island nearby. This ship wasn't the Pearl. If it was, Jack would know he could trust her through the storm. But as he didn't know the 'Caribbean Light that much, he chose to stop.
As they were on their way to the island, Anna was talking to Will. They were quick to like one another; Anna was always nice to him and Will appreciated the attention. But he still didn't say a word about Charles or Jack. He just told Anna he was worried because he didn't fully understand the meaning of the medallion.
"I don't understand, Anna. This medallion...I mean, I had it since I was a child. Why was it so important to bring? What's the meaning of it? And how the hell does Jack know my real name? If it's my real name,anyway..."
"It is, Will," Anna assured him.
"Why don't you tell me everything? You said you were a good friend to my father. You know everything, Anna."
"I think it's better that you talk to Jack, Will. But know one thing. Everybody here is going to stand by you. You don't have to worry."
"That's what scares me!' he said, serious. "Why would I need you to protect me?
"I'm afraid it's not for me to tell ye, Will. Go talk to Jack. He will tell ye anyway, sooner or later."
"Alright. Where is he?"
"I think he's in his quarters."
"I cannot go in there!" Will said, uneasy.
"He won't mind, love, I'm sure. Besides, it's an important reason. Go."
They had already dropped anchor, so Jack was already in his quarters and preparing to sleep had had had a tiring day; leading a ship through a storm was tiring and he felt all his bones hurting. But now they were safe,and when the storm stopped they would continue the trip.
Jack laid on his bed and thought of Will; he would never imagine that Will himself would knock on his door.
"Who's it? Is it you Gibbs? Come tomorrow, I'm going to sleep."
"Um...Captain?" Will cleared his throat and Jack jumped from the bed.
'Will? What is he doing here?' As Jack was practically naked, he put on his trousers and opened the door:
"Will?" he smiled warmly and Will realized Jack was /happy/ to see him. He smiled as well. Will felt something he couldn't explain. An urge to throw himself into Jack's arms and hold him tightly...he didn't understand why he felt it...so, he tried to forget it and spoke:
"May I...talk to you?"
"Sure," Jack said, still smiling softly. "Come in."
Will felt something and it seemed right. He was sure that Jack wasn't that kind of famous person who tried to be away from the world. On the contrary. He asked Will to come into his quarters. He was happy to see him. He wasn't cocky. Will entered the cabin and sat on a chair by the table. Jack sat next to him, and Will found it terribly difficult not to look to Jack's chest.
It was bare and Jack was wearing only his trousers. Trying to push away these thoughts, Will cleared his throat. But before he could say anything, Jack said, almost shyly:
"Do you want something to drink?"
Will felt again how much Jack seemed to be sweet, as long as you approached him properly.
Will nodded and accepted the glass of rum. So he spoke:
"I'm sorry about being here so late, Captain, but I'm really worried about something."
"And what would it be?"
Will took off the medallion from his neck and showed it to Jack. Jack nodded. He understood.
"I asked Annamaria why it was needed, but she told me to talk to you."
"You did right, lad. I wouldn't want anyone else to tell ye." 'As much as I thought to ask Gibbs or Anna to talk to ye, because I didn't want to be so close...oh, but what the hell...it's so good to be close to ye.' Jack thought.
"Why? Why do we need it?" Will asked.
"It's a long story, Will. Are ye sure ye want to know?"
"Of course I am sure!"
"Alright then. This medallion...it was a gift from your real father, right?"
"Right," Will frowned but then remembered it.
"So...do ye know why did he send you this? Because he would be cursed if he didn't."
Will shook his head, not understanding a thing.
"Cursed?"
"Aye, Will. This medallion is cursed."
Will felt kind of scared, and asked:
"Why would my father send me a cursed medallion?"
Jack put down his glass of rum and touched Will's arms lightly. He looked at him deeply:
"Ye don't have to worry, Will. It doesn't affect ye. Yer father knew it."
"Why?"
"Because you weren't the one who stole it."
Realization came through Will.
"My father...stole it?"
"He did. He was on me crew. He was a pirate, Will. I think you should know."
"My father...was a pirate?" Will was astonished. Although he knew now that Jack, Gibbs and Anna had known his father, it hadn't crossed his mind that he could've been a pirate. Not until now.
"And a good friend of mine. Me best friend."
Will was shocked. He didn't know what to say anymore. It was so much in so little. First, meeting Jack and being part of his crew. Second, knowing Charles had a crush on him. And now all these information about his father and his past...his /past/, for God's sake! It was just so much...
"Please, stop...stop..." he lowered his head...memories of the last days came through his mind...and they wouldn't go back to where they came from.
Jack felt how much Will was troubled and left his seat. He knelt in front of Will and took Will’s hands in his.
"If ye want me to stop, it's okay...I know...I know it's so much to ye..."
"It is," Will said and a tear fell by his cheek. Jack's heart twitched in his chest. He couldn't help but feel guilty.
"I'm sorry," he took one of Will's hands to his mouth and kissed it. "I'm so sorry, Will,” he caressed his hand and finally held Will tightly against him.
"It's not your fault."
They looked into each others' eyes. Will's were bloodshot. Jack said:
"Don't cry...I'm going to stop talking...if ye want to know anything later,then let me know and I'll tell ye."
"Okay," Will said. He put his head on Jack's shoulder again. It felt so good...so warm...so right...Jack was stroking his hair when he heard a sound of splashing. A few moments later, Gibbs went to Jack's quarters and opened the door without thinking much:
"Jack!!"
He saw Jack and Will holding one another, but didn't have the time to think about it.
"Jack, hurry! A crewmember fell into the water...he /threw/ himself into the water!!"
"What?! Why didn't you go after him?" he left the quarters in a hurry, along with Will and Gibbs, heading toward the deck.
"Oh Gods, Jack, you have to make me say it in front of the lad? You know I'm afraid of swimming in the sea when it's raining!!"
"For God's sake, mate!! You have to face it someday!" he said. "No one went to save him, dammit? /Why?/"
"The lad threw himself, Jack...I must be mistaken but I'm almost sure he wanted to kill himself. And it's raining hard. No one but you has the guts to go into the sea."
"Fuck," Jack said and as they had already gotten on deck, he went to look for the lad on the water. Seconds later, he jumped.
Will felt worried for Jack, but felt even more when he looked at the deck and saw all the crewmembers, except for one.
Charles.
'Oh my God. It's all my fault.'

End of Chapter 4

TBC

A/N; Sorry for the cliffhanger...but I thought it would be better this
way. And well,in my Alternate Universe the trip to the Isla de Muerta
takes a month. :P On this ship,anyway.