Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Rated: R
Chapter Author: Wickedswanz
Summary: Elizabeth is in trouble...
Disclaimer: I don't own Jack. If I did, I'd be too busy doing stuff. Mmmm stuff…
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"'ello." Jack greeted, standing in the doorway of William's cabin. He rubbed his hands together nervously.

Will looked up and sneered. In silence he continued to bind his wounds.

"I take it yer mad at me." Jack stepped inside and sat in a nearby chair. This was going to take a while.

"You bit me." Will seethed, pulling hard on his bandages.

"Ah yeah, that… We're goin' to have te talk about that."


"Oh don't worry." Will glared over at the pirate, "I'll just add it to the "Why I hate Jack Sparrow list I have on a very large parchment."" Will smirked and went back to winding the bandage around his arm.

"That should be "Why I Hate CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow."" Jack corrected with a grin then quickly ducked as Will threw a clay pot straight at his head. It smashed loudly against the wall.

"Hey!"

Will smirked again and tried to tie off his bandage, he swore viciously, finding it difficult with only one hand.

"'ere, let me help" Jack pushed Will's hand away and fixed his bandage. He smirked back at Will's compressed lips and clenched teeth. Oh yeah... I'm real welcome here.

They sat in silence for a time looking at each other. Will glared at Jack and Jack looked sheepishly back.

"Look mate we are going to have to talk about what just happened and what is going to happen…but if yer too pissed to deal with it I'll go."

"What just happened? I think it's obvious isn't it?! You turned into a monster and attacked me!" Will threw back.

"Ah... yeah about that, there's something you need to know…" Jack growled, stood up and turned away. His head was bowed as he thought about the coming words they were about to swap. He was pretty sure what the young William's words would be.

"Well? It would be nice if I could get some sleep sometime tonight."

Jack suddenly spun around to face him his eyes angry, "What the bloody hell were you doing! You left her alone! I told you to stay with her, to put yer self between her and what ever came hunting. You nearly got her killed!"

Will looked down, "You're right", he looked so tired, "But this was a piece of information that I really needed to know." He held up his arm as if to show just how much.

"I know and I'm sorry lad, but that," he pointed to the other man's arm, "is the least of your problems."

Will glared at Jack but was halted by the pirate's raised hand.

"I not be joking lad…" Jack took a deep breath, "Unwrap the bandage."

"What? No are you trying to kill me…again?"

"Just do it, then I'll explain. You won't believe me till you've seen for yourself."

"You know, I think you'd be surprised by what I'm willing to believe at this point!" Will answered his voice rough and he held up his injured arm again.

"Just look!", Jack collapsed in his chair again. He was tired as well. "Please lad."

Will compressed his lips again and looked as though he wanted to say something else. He opened his mouth once, twice, then just huffed loudly and started unwrapping the bandage again.

The bite was still inflamed but no longer bleeding. In fact the skin had healed over completely. It should have taken at least a week to heal to this degree. Will lifted his arm and turned it this way and that, inspecting the healed wound. He touched it experimentally, sensitive but not painful. William looked up at Jack who was sitting silently, his head bowed, not wanting to see what he already knew would be there.

William jumped to his feet and walked over to the mirror. There should have been a large claw mark across his face and throat, but once again there was little more then a set of jagged red marks. He looked at Jack in the mirror, not wanting to turn around.

"I'm like you now." He said, in a forced tone. "Aren't I?" he said to the Jack reflected in the mirror. He didn't trust himself to turn and talk to Jack himself.

Jack stood up and came behind him. He seemed to sense what William was doing and answered to the reflexion, "Aye mate, you are like me now." Jack let his eyes drop for a second before his lopsided grin returned and he held is flask over Will's shoulder, "Rum?"

William shrugged and took the rum. After a long swig he seemed to calm. "Well then," he turned and returned to his seat and signalled for Jack to do the same. "You'd better tell me what I need to know…And then you're going to tell me everything about Achille"

"I'm not sure I can do that lad," Jack sat, still watching the younger man closely, "Achille isn't a subject I talk about well."

"Elizabeth was almost killed tonight because I wasn't properly informed. I need to know Jack, why does he want her?"

Jack took a deep shuddering breath and took a long drink before starting. He told William about full and new moons and about the beast that now inhabited his body. Jack told him about the increased sensitivity to taste, hearing, and smell and warned him that the changing was both painful and rapturous.

"Will I be in control when I change?" Will asked, his voice hushed and slightly rough.

"No, you won't remember anything while the beast is in control. But…"

William leaned forward, "But?"

"Well there's this legend that speaks of a gem that can help us control our beast. Maybe stop the change and bring it on when we want to…Maybe even allow us to be conscious and even have a little control after we've changed."

"Well that's something" Will's eyes lit with understanding, "The book?"

"The book. I've got Elizabeth translating the whole thing so she won't find out."

"What ever for? I can translate French, My mother's lover was French."

Jack looked at the lad his eyes wide, "You'll have to tell me more some time."

"No I won't. Bootstrap, as he was so called, was a rogue and used my mother shamelessly. What she did after he deserted us is her own business."

Jack held up his hands in surrender, "Sorry just a Joke lad, I would never imply that Lidia was anything other then a fine and gentle woman." Then to William's wide eyes and slightly frightened look, "Not a chance lad. Tried. Wouldn't take me." Jack again began to chuckle, but died when Will wasn't laughing with him. So, he continued.

"Then I'll get the book for you to translate, but we'll need to keep it secret. You know as much as I how Miss Swan will react to such a change of plans."

Will grinned, "I guess so, but why the secrecy? Elizabeth is far from a silly child and has saved both our lives on occasion. Surely she could handle this."

Jack laughed suddenly, his eyes flashing. "We tell her that we turn into wolves on the three days of the full and new moon…What is the first thing that fine lady is going to do on the next full moon?"

"She'll want to see." Will answered, a warm grin crossing his lips.

"Aye lad. Now I don't think that either of us would hurt her…I mean our beasts are us, it is our blood and our minds, just more…primal." he flicked a sly look at Will, "If you were completely free from all boundaries and morals and were alone with the lovely Miss Swan what would you like to do most?"

William looked shocked then smiled and lowered his eyes embarrassed.

"Same here mate", and he passed the rum back to Will.

They sat in silence again for a time before William spoke again. "So what the hell happened tonight then? In case you hadn't noticed it's not a full moon tonight."

"Yeah, not quite sure about that one. I was pretty damn angry."

"And you've never been that angry before?"

"Well…yeah I guess." Jack answered. "I don't know, I'm thinking there's still a lot that I don't know about the curse." Jack thought for a moment. "I felt…funny when I was rubbing Elizabeth's shoulders. Like…" He was cut of by the darkening of Williams eyes and the growl forming on the other mans lips. "Time to go then!" Jack said in an overly bright voice and got to his feet. With a polite bow, Jack turned and left the room, leaving William to his brooding.

Jack quietly opened Elizabeth's door and stepped inside. He could hear her breath coming in soft snores. He grinned down at her, she was awfully cute when she slept. Jack bent down and took the book. Her scent was mind blowing and as he leaned over he felt his eyes close and his nostrils flare. He could have stayed there all night, just breathing in her sweetness, her purity. Something stirred again within him and he felt his beast growl and shift. Quickly Jack straightened and left the room as quietly as he'd come.

Back in his own quarters Jack tried to organize his thoughts. He took another swig from his flask and sat on his bunk. He'd conveniently forgotten to tell the lad about Achille. Jack knew he would have to eventually but not yet. He wasn't ready for that talk right now. He lay down on his bunk and pulled his hat down over his eyes. As sleep overcame him, his thoughts drifted back to rubbing Elizabeth's shoulders. He was sure that something inside her had called to him, to the beast inside him. But how was that possible? As the dream took over he felt his lips gently brush the back of her neck.