Treasure

Will stood on the beach and stared out at the Pearl. He was still in shock from Jack’s last words to him. They brought to the surface every emotion that he’d buried deep inside himself, not even realizing they were there. He became vaguely aware of footsteps behind him, but the pain in his heart was too great for him to care who was approaching.

“William Turner! What are you doing all the way out here?”

Will turned to see Anamaria smiling at him. At the sight of Will’s distressed face, however, her smile vanished.

“Will, what’s wrong?” She led him like a small child to sit underneath a nearby tree. There, words began spilling out of his mouth. He didn’t think, didn’t try to censure the truth. He told her about the bargain with Jack, all that had transpired between them, Jack’s final words to him, his confused emotions, his changed feelings toward Elizabeth…everything.

As he finished, Anamaria slung an arm around his shoulders and said soothingly. “Will, do you think it might be possible that you’re as in love with Jack as he is with you?”

“I-” Will started to deny it, but stopped at the skeptical look Anamaria was giving him. “But I’m supposed to be in love with Elizabeth!”

Anamaria sighed. “Alright, we’ll try a different approach. Have you ever kissed Elizabeth?”

“Yes,” Will admitted. “Twice since returning to Port Royal.”

“And you can’t deny that you and Jack have done your fair share of kissing,” here she gave Will a grin that made him blush to the roots of his hair. “So what was it like?”

“What?” Will asked, confused.

“Tell me what Jack and Elizabeth’s kisses are like.”

“Well…” Will thought for a moment, completely at a loss. “Elizabeth’s kisses are warm and pleasant all the time, but Jack’s…they’re so…intense. It’s almost like they’re different every time. Sometimes they hurt. Not physically, I mean, but right here,” Will put a hand on his chest. “Sometimes they’re wonderful, and other times they…well…-linger,- long after the actual kiss has ended.”

“So what does that tell you?” Anamaria said, looking triumphant.

Will furrowed his brow. He was so upset and confused that he couldn’t seem to think clearly. “Well, I suppose it tells me that I should stay with Elizabeth because her kisses are always nice?” he guessed.

“No!” she groaned. “Will, what do you think love is? Love isn’t supposed to always be ‘nice,’ contrary to popular belief. Love is passionate and gentle and warm, and it’s supposed to hurt like hell sometimes, too.”

She paused, trying to read Will’s face. “I’m sure you do love Elizabeth, but that kind of love is for friends. Tell me…did you enjoy having sex with Jack?”

“Oh, yes,” Will said quickly before he could stop himself. He clapped a hand over his mouth, his face growing hot.

Anamaria chuckled. “And could you ever see yourself doing that with Elizabeth?”

This took Will by surprise, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he had absolutely no desire for Elizabeth in a sexual way. Yes, he thought she was pretty, beautiful even, but not sexy.

“Come on,” Anamaria said, accurately guess what was going on in Will’s mind. “We’d best be getting back to the Pearl before they leave without us.” She pointed to the ship, and Will could see that some of the crew were already on board, restoring the sails to their rightful place.

Will got up to go with her, but hesitated. “Are you sure Jack really wants me to come? Maybe he was just lying when he said he loved me. After all, if he really cared for me then why didn’t he ask me to stay with him?”

She thought for a moment. “You’re looking at this the wrong way. It’s because he didn’t ask you to stay that proves that he loves you.”

“And how did you arrive at that conclusion?”

“Because Jack’s never had any problem saying what he wanted before. When he offered to let you out of the bargain, it wasn’t because he didn’t want to sleep with you; it was because he thought -you- didn’t want to sleep with -him,- and now, there’s probably no doubt in his mind that you want nothing more than to marry Elizabeth. He wasn’t thinking of himself (for once), he was thinking of you. Lad, don’t you see? He let you go because he thought that’s what you wanted.”

Will didn’t say anything. He just smiled and allowed Anamaria to lead him back to the lifeboat.

As they were rowing toward the Pearl, Will asked, “What about Elizabeth?”

“I’m sure she’ll be upset at first when you don’t return, but if she truly loves you then she’ll want you to be happy.”

At Anamaria’s last words, the whole conversation he’d had with Elizabeth when they’d parted came back to him. It finally dawned on him what she had meant when she’d been talking about changing feelings and wanting him to be happy.

“She knew,” he whispered in an awed voice. “She knew, and she was all right with it.” He looked at Anamaria, “How do girls always know these things?”

To his annoyance, she just laughed.

* * *

When they were finally on board the Pearl, they found Jack barking out orders to the crew. He hadn’t even noticed Anamaria and Will arrive.

Suddenly, Will was very nervous. It would be hard enough to tell Jack how he felt if he were alone with him, but to have to do it in front of everyone…

“Go on,” Anamaria prodded.

“I can’t,” Will said, “not with so many people about. What if he rejects me?”

“Go wait for him in his cabin then,” she suggested. “I’ll make sure he turns in early tonight.”

Will shot her a grateful look and darted into Jack’s cabin, thankful that the only crewmember to notice their arrival had been Mr. Cotton. The room was very much the same as when he’d left it, although he hadn’t really had a chance to take in his surroundings the previous night.

He tried to do so now, and the first thing that caught his attention was a piece of parchment, lying on the bedside table, that Will could have sword hadn’t been there the night before. Picking it up, he saw to his utter astonishment that it was the drawing he’d done of Jack. Will had completely forgotten about it since Jack had crumpled it up and shoved it in his pocket. He’d assumed that Jack was merely going to throw it away, but here it was, a bit wrinkled, but still in fairly good condition.

Will smiled affectionately. He could see where Jack had meticulously unfolded it, trying to smooth out the creases while being careful not to smudge the charcoal.

Placing the drawing back where he had found it, he sat down on the bed to wait for Jack…

* * *

Jack slowly crossed the deck of the Pearl, leaving Anamaria at the wheel. The past twenty-four hours had left him completely drained, both physically and emotionally, and he wanted nothing more than to lock himself away from the rest of the world and drink until he couldn’t remember his own name anymore.

He marveled at how the two most extreme emotions (both good and bad) that he’d ever felt in his life, had come so close together, in the span of the same day. Last night had been the best night of his life, and today had definitely been the worst. The pain in his heart was so intense that twice already he’d longed to throw himself overboard so he wouldn’t have to go and face an empty bed.

'Well, at least he’ll be happy,' Jack thought bitterly, trying to find some comfort.

He entered his cabin and closed the door behind him, fumbling in the darkness for the lock. Stumbling over to his table, he lit a candle and turned to make his way over to the bed, nearly jumping out of his skin when he realized that he wasn’t the only one in the room.

“Will?! What are ye doin’ here?”

Will was sitting on the edge of Jack’s bed looking more than a little nervous. He gave Jack a small, shy smile before saying softly, “I wanted to ask you…if you had room for one more member of your crew.”

Jack’s mind was still reeling from the shock, and his heart was fluttering hopefully. Finally, he regained enough composure to ask, “Ye want to join me crew?”

“Yes,” Will said softly, getting up and moving slowly toward his captain.

Jack swallowed hard, praying that this all wasn’t just some elaborate dream. Will was so close to him now that it was making it hard for him to speak.

“What about Elizabeth?” he whispered at last.

Will replied softly, “It wouldn’t be right for me to marry her…not when I’m in love with someone else.” Cupping Jack’s face in his hands, he leaned in for a slow, lingering kiss that took Jack’s breath away entirely.

“Will, are ye sure about this?” Jack asked when he finally felt that he could talk again.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Will said, giving Jack a quick affectionate kiss. His smile suddenly turned mischievous as he said, “Well, I suppose I should go find a room below deck, because you know, crew members aren’t allowed in the captain’s cabin.”

“Oh, no ye don’t,” Jack grinned, grabbing Will possessively around the waist. “Yer stayin’ in here with me.” He pulled Will over to the bed and murmured in a tone somewhere between a moan and a growl, “Yer mine.”

“Yours,” Will agreed, turning serious for a moment. “As long as you promise me that you won’t go to whore houses anymore.”

“Ye have me word,” Jack said, meeting Will’s gaze. “Ye’ll be the only one in me life and in me bed.”

That said, they fairly leapt into each other’s arms, kissing passionately. They began tearing at each other’s clothing, both of them understanding that this time was going to be quick. There was too much want, too many pent up emotions between them to take things slowly.

As the last stitch of clothing was removed, Jack reached hastily for the bottle of oil that was still on his bedside table. He poured a generous amount on his cock, spilling some on the floor in his haste.

Setting the bottle aside, Jack spun Will around and pushed him onto his stomach on the bed. Jack leapt on top of him, thrusting his cock deep inside Will’s arse.

“Oh, yes, Jack…” Will moaned as Jack began pounding into him so hard and fast that the bed began to creak.

Jack arched his back and cried out Will’s name, moaning so loud that he was almost screaming. He knew that he was being too loud, knew that the entire crew could probably hear him, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered except that Will was his and in his bed.

He dug his nails into the matress in an effort to hold on until Will finished. Mercifully, he didn’t have long to wait. Will came beneath him, moaning his name, and Jack followed him into oblivion.

He collapsed on top of Will, breathing heavily as his cock emptied itself inside his lover. Somehow, he managed to find the strength to heave himself off of Will and crawl up to lay his head on the pillows. Will followed suit, falling into Jack’s waiting embrace. They kissed deeply.

“I love you,” Will whispered against Jack’s lips, not wanting to break the kiss.

“I know. I luv ye, too,” Jack said, pulling back enough to lock eyes with Will, smiling affectionately at him.

They stared at one another, saying nothing, but speaking volumes through their gaze, until their eyelids became too heavy to hold open. Wrapped tightly in each other’s arms, they drifted asleep to the gentle rocking of the waves washing against the sides of the Black Pearl.

[THE END]

A/N: Yay!! Thanks to all who've been reading! I hope you all liked it! Please review and tell me one way or another (it would be greatly apprecited).
~Serena-chan