Longing for Sparrow

Title: Longing for Sparrow

Author: Yorda

Status: WIP

Pairing: Jack/Will

Rating: R

ingsings: yaoi, lemon, angst

Disclaimer: It breaks my heart, but none of the characters are mine. 'Pirates of the Caribbean' is property of Disney.

Summary: Will has given up his life with Elizabeth after realising his heart is elsewhere. Unable to track down the Black Pearl or its Captain, Will finds himself in Tortuga, drowning his sorrows with rum, not knowing Jack is nearer than he thought...Yeah, I suck with the summary at this point, sorry.

**AN: Ok, this is my first PotC fier, er, so I hope you'll go easy on me. Feedback is very welcomed ^_^ **

Chapter 1:

"I am...misssserable." Will Turner bewailed, draining the last bit of rum from his mug. He gestured for the barman to fill it up for the ninth time that night. The man, standing behine coe counter, raised his thick brows and eyed Will suspiciously, this earning him a frustrated groan from the young man.

"...Hurry up!...I'm a paying cushhtomer!" Will groaned, giving the bar owner his best glare, swaying the mug in his hand.

"Aye, lad. That you are, but ye be also drunk enough already..." the old man muttered, but finally agreed to refill the mug with a new dose of rum.

"I have reason to be..." Will muttered, gritting his teeth as he took another pull of rum. "...I have notthhing left ...Elizabeth is gone.....and ..." he took a moment to drink from his tankard before continuing. "....and that bloody Jack Sparrow ishh gone..." Will finished his sentence, leaning against the counter. The mention of Jack Sparrow caught the attention of the barman and he leaned closer.

"Jack Sparrow...Captain of the Black Pearl?" he asked, wiping a glass with a dirty rag. Will, whose dark eyes were now closing involuntarily, gave a heavy nod and sighed.

"...Yes...the infffamous Captain Jack Sparrow..." Will slurred, unaware of the fact that only a few tables away, a pair of dark eyes watched him observantly.

"Aye, haven' seen Sparrow in a while..." the barman spoke, leaning back from Will, who was now slowly drooping on the counter.

"...Neither have I....for three months, to be exact..." the boy muttered to himself, getting lost in his own thoughts, his surroundings growing obscure. In his mind Will recalled everything that had happened during the past months.

Just three months ago he'd exchanged his last words with Jack Sparrow. He remembered how the pirate had praised Will's hat before falling over the edge of the fort in Port Royal, after escaping the gallows. It was three months ago when Will finally told Elizabeth about his feelings for her and they shared their first kiss. Much had happened since that day. Things that had finally brought bac back to Tortuga, into this shady bar where he now sat, his head tanked up with rum.

Will started and blinked his eyes open when somewhere behind his back there was suddenly a loud bark of laughter and the sound of a glass breaking. He raised his face and emptied his mug with one pull, his eyes watering from the strong beverage. His head sank down again and he pressed his cheek against the wooden counter, returning to his thoughts.

Yes, much had happened. All his misery had begun about a month ago, that one fateful night, when Will found himself from the docks, gazing into the dark horizon. That night he realized a part of him was unhappy, and not just some little part that could easily be suppressed. As Will had smelt the salt of the sea and felt the wind on his face, something Jack once said to him suddenly echoed in his mind.

'...Pirate is in your blood, boy, so you'll have to square with that someday.'

Jack had been right. It was in his blood, and now Will found himself missing the life at sea. At first he had pushed the thoughts and longing out of his mind. Will had told himself this was the life for him. He finally had Elizabeth and they were going to marry and move to London, so his dreams were finally coming true. But every night Will found himself standing on the docks, gazing into the damned horizon, waiting for something. And even he himself didn't know what it was he waited for. But the more time he spent at the docks, the more he began to realize it wasn't just the life at sea he missed.

"...It was that bloody Jack Sparrow too..." Will muttered his thoughts out loud, his cheek still pressed against the counter.

Every night he waited for the Black Pearl to appear in his field of vision, even if it made him feel like an ungrateful betrayer. Will knew it wasn't right toward Elizabeth, but there was nothing he could do to change what he felt in his heart. And then the day he lost Elizabeth finally came. She had boarded the ship that sailed to England, alone, without Will. He had broken her heart by confessing everything he really felt in his heart. And at the last moment, Will told her he just couldn't sail to London and marry her, even if she meant the world to him.

And even if Will was unable to understand why his heart was betraying him like this, Elizabeth had understood, or so she said when kissing good bye. Will had watched the ship sail away, leaving him behind in Port Royal, knowing he would never again see the girl who had held his heart for so many years. The following weeks Will spent wallowing in the mixture of regret and confusion. The longing to be at sea was driving him crazy, not to mention the weird dreams he saw every other night. In his dreams Will was haunted by the dark eyes of Jack Sparrow. His golden smile and slurred speech, whispering into Will's ear. Jack's warm lips pressed against his, the feeling of their bodies united...

Will finally came to understand the meaning of his dreams. He had no idea how or when it had happened, but Will now knew he had fallen for Captain Jack Sparrow, and being apart from the man was near agony. Every attempt to tell his heart otherwise only made his newly found feelings burn even stronger. It was hard for Will to understand himself anymore. He had first disliked Jack, mostly because of the fact that the man was a pirate. Now he himself was longing to sail with him, be part of his crew... And be part of Jack's life in other ways as well.

Suddenly all of Will's thoughts revolved around Jack Sparrow. The man's face was in his mind even when he was awake, not just in his dreams anymore. He found himself reminiscing every conversation they'd had with each other, the different tones in Jack's voice, the way the expressions on his face altered during their conversations. As Will remembered how he had watched the Black Pearl sail away, his heart was filled with sadness and deep longing.

So Will had finally abandoned the life of a blacksmith and left Port Royal. He didn't have any idea where The Black Pearl and her Captain was, so Will sailed to Tortuga aboard a small merchant vessel. He had hoped to find out news or any information about the whereabouts of the Pearl or Jack, but no one in Tortuga had seen or heard of them in three long months.

"Oi! Scamp! This ain't the inn! No sleepin'!" The barkeeper shook Will by his shoulder, forcing him awake from his woozy dreams and memories. Will's brown eyes snapped open, unable to focus on anything. His hazy surroundings kept spinning as he swayed to stand on his feet. Behind his back, sitting on a near by table, the stranger who had been watching Will, narrowed his dark eyes, taking a dram from his tankard and waited.

"More rrumm..." Will clattered his empty mug against the counter. The barkeeper shook his head and snatched the mug from Will's slack grip.

"No more, lad. Yer head is full o' rum....if that isn' enough to drown yer sorrows, there be no cure at all." The older man spoke, and motioned for Will to either sit down or walk out of the door.

The answer he was given was not the one Will wanted. A frown made its way onto his face as he fought to keep himself on his feet, swaying dangerously close to a pair of cruel-looking pirates. Will was about to make a protest, his eyes fixed on the barkeeper, when he finally lost his balance and swayed backwards, hitting the table where the two pirates were sitting, drinking their ales.

As the young man fell on his back and lay on the table, the drinks of the pirates spilled on the floor, the dark-eyed stranger finally stood up. Will blinked his eyes and yelped as he found himself in the grip of a vicious- looking pirate.

"Ye spilled me drink! And for that you'll pay, ye little rascal!" the pirroarroared, his shaggy beard covered in his own spit. Will merely raised one of his dark eyebrows, obviously not understanding the seriousness of the situation, a drunken grin spreading on his face.

Before the furious pirate could land his fist on Will's jaw, a hand grabbed it in mid-air.

"No need to cry over spilled ale, fellow buccaneer." The person who had interrupted them spoke. "This whelp ain't worth your time. And the next ...shall we say five drinks are on me. Savvy?"

The hold around Will's collar loosened and moments later he found himself lying flat on his back, down on the floor. Before his eyes could close and his brains sink into sweet oblivion, Will felt hands twine around the collar of his shirt and vest, pulling him up.

"Come on, lad. On your feet." A somewhat familiar voice called to him while the hands forced Will up from the dirty floor. When the boy was finally standing again, the stranger threw a few cold coins in the direction of the barkeeper.

"Drinks all around!" he informed and then started to drag Will towards the exit.

They soon reached the cool night air and the dark streets of Tortuga. Will could hardly keep his eyes open as he was dragged onwards. He could feel his right hand was thrown around someone's shoulder, and the person's hand was twined around Will's waist, keeping him from falling down.

"Keep walking, Will." A voice sounded in Will's ears. The boy narrowed his eyes as he, even in his current state of mind, somehow recognised the voice. Will turned his face to see who the person leading him was, but all his eyes agreed to show him was a blurry figure. He narrowed his un- focusing eyes, and it looked like the person next to him was wearing some kind of a dark cape with a hood, covering his face.

"Come on, lad! This is no place to lay down..." the voice spoke as Will's walking was suddenly starting to slow down, his knees failing to support his weight. Even if the hold around him tightened, Will soon met the dirty stones of the street, the person next to him failing to keep him on his feet.

As Will's cheek pressed against the cold surface of the street, all he wanted was to close his eyes and pass out. A pair of hands, however, refused to let him fall unconscious as they jerked him upwards.

"On your feet, now!" a commanding voice hissed into Will's ear, the person's hot breath tickling, making him wince.

"...Go away....I can't walk anymore...lemme ssleep..." Will muttered, a frown spreading on his face as he was being pulled back up on his feet.

"You can sleep in a warm bed, if you just come with me, boy."

As the person wrenched Will up on his feet, the boy felt a sickening feeling hit his every nerve, and moments later he was throwing up on the street. A hand twined around Will's long, wavy hair, holding it up as the boy emptied the contents of his stomach.

"Ah...Young William...lemme guess, this be the first time you tasted the sweet nectar named 'Rum'?" the voice spoke, the tone sounding amused. "And when the morning comes, you'll swear on your Mother's name, it also be the last..."

Slowly Will straightened himself up and turned to face the person standing next to him. He lay his hands on the other man's shoulders, and leaned closer.

"...Who...are you?" the boy whispered, trying to see the face, hidden by the hooded cape.

"...Just a little Sparrow in need of a new first mate..."

::::To be continued:::

-Yorda

**AN: Oh, poor Will. He was really drunk! Good thing Ol' Jack found him ^_^ Sorry if Will seemed a bit OOC, but as said before, he was drunk, probably for the first time in his life. And Jack's side of the story you'll hear in the next chapter. I would like to know what you thought of the beginning of the fic, so please, review? ^^ **