Ghost's Left Behind

Ghosts Left Behind

Author: GundamNymph

Mailing List: Twilight_Forest

E-mail: gundamnymph@yahoo.com

Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Will/Norrington Jack/Bill

BETA: Nita Riddle (how awesome is she?)

Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or its characters, OR the cast and crew. *starts sobbing pitifully in a dark corner*

Summary: Norrington is on vacation. A forced vacation, no thanks to Jack Sparrow. Jack returns home only ind ind his friend has a surprise of his own. W/N J/BB

Warnings: Slash. Mention of Undead people. Stuff.

Archive?: Feel free, just please inform me. Archived only at Aff.net and Twilight_Forest for now.

Feedback: For reasons that will become clear in the story, Jack is without his rum. In order for him to get his rum, the author needs her feedback. Really, she only needs a few sentences per reader.

Music: None at the present.

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Norrington stared at the markets and people as they passed by. The town was clearly a haven for heathens, filled with outlaws, pirates and whores. Sparrow was STILL prattling on about nothing, drawing Norrington into further boredom. Perhaps they’d come across another whore who was more than willing to slap the shorter man?

“And don’t you try anything, Commodore. I know that smirk too well and I will not have you running off.” Jack’s fingers wiggled in his face, his face pouting much as a child’s would if deprived of treats.

“Mr. Sparrow, I-”

“Captain, that’s CAPTAIN Sparrow to you, lad.”

Norrington grit his teeth, but bit back a retort as his handlers became a little more rough. “CAPTAIN Sparrow, I highly doubt I could cause much trouble in a town such as this. And you’re far too annoyingly persistent. Should I actually manage to escape, I have no doubt that’d you find me somehow.”

Jack grinned, showing off those horrid gold capped teeth. “I think it’s just so lovely you think so highly of me, Commodore. And I’d watch your step while we’re here. Quite a few mates have been put off by Her Majesties Royal Navy. They might want to harm you, quite unlike me. Savvy?”

The taller man rolled his eyes. “I get it, Sparrow. Just tell your henchmen to loosen their grip a little and I’ll be right as rain.”

Jack raised an eyebrow at his men and they eased up a bit. “We’re here anyway.”

Norrington blinked, wondering where ‘here’ was, but before he could ask, the slight figure was dancing off to a two-story building with a new edition in back at the very end of the street. It was in far better repair than any of the others they’d pd, bd, but it could use another cream paint job.

He swallowed around a thick lump in his throat as he was pushed forward, hope beginning to flicker in his heart as he read the name below the picture on the sign: TURNER.

Ah, so here is where Will Turner disappeared to. Perhaps the boy could help him. Then again, he HAD been awfully fond of Jack Sparrow. Had even left poor Elizabeth on their wedding day to run off with the scoundrel.

Jack threw open the door and announced, “I’m home, whelp! Where’s the rum?”

Norrington barely restrained from snorting as he was thrust through the door behind the wily pirate. Will Turner let out a yelp, dropping his work in surprise and nearly melted his arm off in the process. “JACK! How many times have I told you NOT to do that?! I could have seriously hurt myself!”

The Commodore’s mouth fell open as he took in the scene before him, all thought flying out one ear as the pirate gave the young man a slap on his butt and earned a slap himself. A slap more powerful than all the whore’s combined, but Norrington was a bit too busy staring to take joy in the sight.

Will stood by a small fire in the large room that took up most of the first floor, arms crossed over his chest as he glared at a scowling Jack. His dark curls were pulled back by a faded scarf, the youth’s arms and torso bare, showing off long lean muscle and a few scars. Will’s simple dark trousers and tan boots completed the look, making him look like the pirate he’d become.

He saw the small sun tattoo below Will’s navel and stared at it as Jack replied, “But you never DO hurt yourself, now do you? Honestly, if I thought you’d be such an easy danger to yourself, don’t you think I wouldn’t leave you on land every other month?”

“Wha...? Jack! I am NOT a dan-” he began to growl back.

“Where’s my rum?”

Will raised an eyebrow at his friend as he crouched down to pick up the dropped metal, olive skin gleaming in the late afternoon light. “YOUR rum? Last I recall, I bought that rum you claim as your own.”

Jack waved his hands about impatiently, like fluttering butterflies. “Oh, none of that. We both know why you bought it. You never even drink a SIP of it, so it’s up to me to make sure it doesn’t go to waste, right?”

The slender youth rolled his eyes and snorted. “Whatever you say, Jack. It’s as good as gone anyway.”

The captain took on a very wounded and tragic look. “What?! What do you MEAN gone?! It was full when I left two weeks ago!” Those dark eyes narrowed. “You aren’t trying to wean me off it again, are you? Because if you are…” Will shook his head as Jack began to prance around him desperately. “You lent it to some poor drunk off the street?” He received a glare for his answer. “You spilled it out and used the bottle for that bloody cat?”

“No, no, no and no to whatever you’re about to say. I gave it to someone who needs it more than you…and I can’t believe I just said that.”

The pirate hmphed and fisted his hands on his hips.

Will’s brown eyes became dark and serious, a frown marring his face. “Jack,” his voice was soft, unsure. “I gave it to my father.”

Norrington blinked, feeling completely out of the loop. Wasn’t Will an orphan?

Jack’s face had gone blank, arms falling to his side as he stared at the blacksmith. “Your father…Bill?” His voice had an underlying tension as he said this slowly, as if in shock.

Will nodded as they all looked on. Norrington could feel the astonishment from the pirates behind him.

“Where is he?” Jack’s voice was on the verge of trembling now, urgent.

The youth sighed. “He’s upstairs, bu-JACK! WAIT!” A long arm curled around Jack’s waist as he lunged for the stairs.

“Let me GO, boy! Or I’ll kill you myself!”

“Jack wait! PLEASE wait!” The pleading reached the struggling pirate’s ears and he looked into Will’s earnest brown eyes. “I’ll let you go see him, but you have to understand, he’s still adjusting. He was just lifted of the curse not four years ago after a decade of it and his life has been hell since. TALK to him before you go about wringing his neck or dragging him to bed, savvy?”

Jack didn’t answer, but slipped out from the entrapping arms and continued upstairs. Will sighed again as the thumping of boots carried up the stairs, rubbing his forehead as he turned back to the others. His face melted into a warm greeting…until he saw Norrington and went white. “COMMODORE?!”

Norrington barely contained a sigh himself as the blacksmith rushed over, ordering the pirates to let him go. His heart, however, was quite lightened to see him again…and to the officer’s surprise, he was released immediately. It seemed the boy, really a man now, held some authority here.

“What are you DOING here? JACK! Get your rat tail back down here NOW!!!” No movement was heard from upstairs and Will gave up on him for an explanation, throwing his hands in the air.

He ushered the tall man into a chair after the shackles were removed and hurried to find some clean water.

“Sir?”

Both Will and Norrington looked up at the three pirates still crowding the doorway. It was Will who replied. “Yes, Thicket?”

“Can we go now?”

“What were your orders?”

“To escort the Redcoat here.”

Will rolled his eyes as he gave a mug of water to the thirsty officer, who wasn’t even wearing a uniform. “You can leave now. Go find Gibbs. If the night watch is taken care of you can have the night off.”

All three pirates smiled their thanks and were off. Will seemed to realize his undress and quickly hunted around for his shirt, pulling the fabric over his head and leaving Norrington with an empty feeling. The slender figure walked back over and knelt before him.

“Sorry about that. It gets awfully hot in here and usually no one comes in around this hour.”

Norrington nodded, taking in the younger man’s face a bit more freely now as he sipped his surprisingly fresh water. “I understand.”

“Do you have any idea why Jack brought you here?”

“He rescued a few of my men and I from the water after a trap we fell into. He let the others go but insisted I leave with him.”

Will raised an eyebrow, frowning adorably as he bit his lip. “Did he say anything else?”

The officer stared into his mug, thinking back on all the nonsense Jack liked to prattle on about, trying not to imagine biting that lip himself. “Something about a vacation?”

Something in the younger man’s eyes hardened. “For the men?”

Norrington tilted his head back. “I don’t believe so. If my suspicions are correct, he was talking about me.”

Will sighed as he sat back on his heels before standing again. “Not again,” he muttered as he walked over to his abandoned work near the forge.

“What?”

The blacksmith looked up from re-heating the metal he’d dropped on the ground after brushing the dirt off. As nice as it would have been to have a wooden floor, an earth-packed floor was much more practical for a smithy.

Amusement danced in Will's eyes, though his face was still serious. “Jack likes to give people vacations when he thinks they need them. I myself was a victim, but I have to admit, he didn’t need a pair of shackles or three men to bring me along.”

Norrington looked at him as Will started filling bullet molds, realizing that those bullets were most likely being sold to pirates. The irony made him shift uncomfortably. “And did you need a vacation?”

Will’s hand stilled a moment before quickly finishing. A humorless snort escaped him and he raised his eyes to meet his guest’s. “Yes, I did.” He returned to his work, speaking as his hands danced around the hearth. “I loved Elizabeth, but she wasn’t the only one I had affections for. I never acted upon them, but they were quite troublesome. Jack came that day to be my best man and ended up convincing me to leave with him. He’s always been good at reading people. Perhaps you needed a break, Commodore?”

Norrington thought back to the hell his life had become before Jack Sparrow waltzed back in. The Admiral had been giving him trouble, Governor Swann had always blamed him for Will leaving, Gillette had been trying to find dirt on him, watching his every step and it seemed everyone in Port Royal blamed him for the pirates new fervor.

Officer Groves, Mullroy, Murtogg and Elizabeth had been the only real supporters in his life there. And once, Will had been one as well.

“Yes, I suppose I did. But I doubt visiting a pirate haven will do me much good. I don’t even know the name of this town.”

“It’s Pearl Island. And you’d be surprised how liberating a pirate haven can be. You can do anything you want, within reason, and not be judged or looked down upon for it.”

“One would wonder why a fine man such as yourself would need such a release.”

Once again Will paused in his work, but this time his face was reserved when he looked at Norrington, his eyes guarded. “There are many reasons, but the most prominent, I feel, is that here I can think of the other who held my affections and not feel wrong or disgusting.”

They stared at each other for a moment, Norrington’s thoughts reeling as he mulled over that. Then realization slowly began to enter his mind, his eyes widening in surprise. “You’re a sodomite.”

Of all the people he knew, Will Turner seemed to be the least likely to dally with men. Especially with the affections he had held for Elizabeth for over a decade. Will’s posture had become rigid and it was then that Norrington realized the boy was waiting for his judgment, something he had grown out of in his life on Pearl Island.

Norrington stood, placing his empty mug on a table and glanced around the room. “You know, Sparrow said something interesting on board when the crew questioned why I was to stay.”

Those lovely wide, liquid brown eyes were wary as Will watched him wander around the room.

“It makes me wonder who holds your affections other than Elizabeth, Mr. Turner.” He was standing next to Will now and the younger man was avoiding his gaze as he opened cooled molds. Norrington stilled his hands, causing the youth to look up at him. “He said ‘It’s a present for the boy’.”

The slender figure in front of him paled slightly, but refused to give anything away in his expression. Norrington had to give him credit. He was a far better actor than any of his officers. Possibly even Groves or Stevens. “Jack is always prattling on about something, Commodore. He could have meant anything by such a comment.”

Norrington couldn't had said it better himself. He stepped forward and noticed Will barely restrained himself from taking a step back. “He’s a little protective of you, I think. He acts like you’re a son or nephew.”

Will swallowed. “He’s my Godfather, actually. Had he known about my mother, he would have adopted me. He and my father were always close.”

Norrington looked at the vibrating ceiling, muffled sound drifting down from it. “So I see.”

Will’s cheeks flushed and there was the beginning of a glare, but he said nothing. It was clear he cared for both men very deeply. Like two fathers. Or older brothers.

“I’ve heard tell that Sparrow is renowned for acting like a Yenta.”

The young man raised an eyebrow of confusion.

Norrington grinned a bit boyishly. “A matchmaker, Mr. Turner.”

Will swallowed hard.

“Tell me, William: who is it that holds your affections?”

That amazing olive skin became even more flushed as Will looked down, a bit ashamed. “And why would an officer care to know? So that he could come back and convict him as well?”

The younger man was right, Norrington thought as he leaned close. The town was quite liberating. “No,” he whispered, his heart fluttering madly. “So I can congratulate the lucky bastard.”

Will’s head flew up, staring at him incredulously. The surprise was slowly replaced with a calculating look. “And if I said it was Jack himself and that he wanted me to find someone else?”

Norrington grinned fiendishly. “Then I would castrate him. I’ve always looked for a reason to do so.”

Those liquid brown eyes softened. “You would have a hard time doing so. You’d have to get through my father and I, as well as half the Caribbean. He’s rather popular, regardless of his record and the stories.”

The Commodore sighed and rolled his eyes. “I should have guessed as much. He’s like an annoying pest that just crawls its way under your skin…”

Will smiled knowingly. “…and worms its way into your heart. Don’t tell him though. It’ll only give him a larger head.”

Norrington glowed as he fought laughter behind his wide smile. It had been so long since he’d been able to smile so freely. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

The youth tilted his head, narrowing his eyes. Uneasiness entered them and his stance became self-conscious. Norrington’s smile vanished and he raised a hand to one of those high cheekbones, caressing the soft skin.

Will’s eyes widened, but he didn’t move, didn’t breathe.

He continued to touch that lovely face, something welling deep in his chest, almost painfully. “Tell me. Please.”

Long lashes fell to half mast as Will studied him. Then, his expression changed. Turned into something of fondness and affection. Love.

Norrington needed no urging to capture those lips and they fell open in surprise under his gentle assault. The kiss was sweeter than anything he could have imagined, Will’s lips soft, warm and more inviting than any maiden’s. Firmer.

Will instantly returned the kiss, curling his long fingers in the officer’s simple clothing and leaning into the older man’s eager touch. He moaned as one hand trailed down his side and cupped his ass and jerked his hips forward to meet the Commodore’s.

Norrington gasped, fire beginning to flow in his veins as his new erection met Will’s. An agile tongue followed the air back inside his mouth and set about claiming it. Never had he thought the other man would be so passionate. So hungry.

He desperately kissed back, thinking back on those lonely nights when he had only himself, a daydream and his hands. Hands that were eagerly lifting Will’s dirty shirt to touch that incredible skin, and for one who worked in a smithy as a pirate, that skin was amazingly silky. Tantalizing.

One hand found a dark nipple and Will let out a soft moan, arching into the contact as they broke for air. “Commodore…”

“Shh,” he whispered brokenly. “James.”

Though dark and hazy with lust, a glow permeated those eyes. “James.” That husky whisper and complacent gaze sent him over the edge and he captured another kiss, devouring those soft lips until they were red and swollen. His hand had tore the scarf loose and dove into those feathery curls, tugging on them to pull back Will’s head for better access.

The young man let his head fall back as he struggled with the shirt in front of him, nearly purring as a hot mouth led down his throat to his collarbone.

“James,” he gasped as he tugged at the shirt, the cream color ragged from days at sea.

The officer let go of him long enough to get rid of the cloth, and then those hands were back on him. Achingly good hands that left him shivering with their cleverness.

“You’ve done this before,” he said breathlessly as Norrington’s mouth closed in on a hard nipple.

A nip, kiss and a playful lick before the older man leaned back again. “Yes, when I was younger. God, Will…”

“So have I,” the blacksmith whispered as he snuck a hand into the loose trousers. He ran his thumb over the smooth head while his other hand pulled at the wooly pants and shoved them down. Even the hot air of the smithy was cool to his heating cock and the officer let out a sigh of relief.

As Norrington bucked and arched into his touch, Will darted in to lick and suck on the bared throat, his free hand finding a rosy nipple and twisting it in a painfully good way. Below, his other hand was running along the hard shaft and smearing the precome as it dripped down.

The Naval officer swept down and pulled Will from his shoulder, locking lips and kissing him hard as his own hands wandered. Damn. It had been FAR too long.

His hands trailed down the strong blacksmith’s shoulders to the tight ass and grabbed it to pull the other closer. Will made an odd little shimmy and then he felt his bare foot rubbing against his leg. “Get this bloody thing off before I tear it off.”

An odd thrill went through Norrington at those words. True, he had had lovers in the past, but none had been as fierce or passionate as Will was. Maybe he should join the Pearl’s crew…turn Privateer.

The borrowed shoes and pants were off in seconds and when he focused his attention back on Will, his own trousers were gone, baring him to the world. The long olive limbs were either the greatest temptation ever created, or a slice of heaven.

“James.”

And then hands were reaching out for him and he had the sudden urge to blush. Compared to the siren in front of him, he was nearly white as a ghost. And yet, those rough hands were mapping his skin in wonder, lingering here and there reverently.

He realized he was doing much the same a moment later, but then Will’s mouth closed over a nipple, lightly biting it and then laving it. Norrington shuddered as warm breath met the swollen and tender skin, the flesh almost immediately cooling.

“Oh, God…lord…” he muttered.

That hot mouth was trailing down his chest, leaving kisses and licks as it went before reaching his navel. A sinuous tongue dipped into the small niche, giving it thorough attention until the older man’s knees were rubbery.

Courage briefly lit him and he looked down to see Will give him an amused look before running his tongue over his turgid flesh. Norrington bucked, nearly coming then and there and pulled his lover up, all the while blushing like a virgin as he kissed that rosy mouth again.

A mouth that tasted a bit like him now. He moaned.

“I thought you said you’ve done this before,” Will panted.

Norrington was getting lost again in the feel of that lovely olive skin. “Hard shagging and handjobs, that’s it, love.”

A smirk was making its way onto the other’s face. “So, in a way, I’m your first?”

Norrington blinked. “I suppose.”

“And you’re my first.”

“Wait, wait,” he said. “I thought you said you’ve done this before.”

Will leaned in to nuzzle and lick his ear. “I never let them take me. You’ll be the first.”

A need so strong tore through Norrington, leaving him panting for breath. “I need…Will, we…I-”

“Come here.” And Will was grabbing his hand and leading him through a small hall and over to small room where a straw mattress rested with minimal furniture. And then he was being pulled down and he went willingly, falling comfortably on top of the younger man, blanketing him.

A hand caressed his cheek and he kissed Will again, this time savoring the it and being careful not to rush. He thoroughly explored the mouth below him until the blacksmith was limp. Pulling back, he looked into those trusting eyes and finally let his hand rest on the erection poking into his thigh.

The liquid brown eyes closed in ecstasy and a delightful moan escaped the swollen mouth. “Mmm. So nice, James. Please.”

Grinning, Norrington took the initiative and gave the organ a few tight pulls and twists, soon having the other fuck the hole he had created. Tearing reluctant eyes from the incredible body below him, he looked about for something to ease the way. He was not going to hurt his lover.

“Check on top of the shelf,” Will said hoarsely. “W-with the bronze lamp.”

Raising an eyebrow, Norrington looked up and saw a small pot. He grabbed it, feeling Will’s moan of disappointment as his hands left him to open the jar. Looking inside revealed a thick oil of some sort that held a earthy, almost floral smell.

“Use it. NOW.”

Feeling another delicious shudder go through him, he returned back to his lover and stifled a groan. Will had spread his legs and his skin was gleaming in the most mouthwatering way. Large brown eyes raised and met his, the pleading as clear as the apprehension, as slight as it was.

He was instantly covering the younger man again and cupped his face, showering kisses here and there, the jar forgotten on the floor. “Don’t worry. I’ll be careful.”

Feeling Will nod, he trailed soft, warm kisses down the long throat, past the collarbone and down to one dark nipple, capturing it in his mouth and suckled on it before tentatively raking his teeth over it. An interesting sound escaped the young pirate as the body below him twisted and squirmed. It was caught between a mewl and a growl…as if that were possible.

Grinning, Norrington continued his kisses downward until he reached the other’s hard cock. He paused ever so slightly, never having done this or felt the need before, and gave it a slow lick, circling around the head as he lifted away.

The pearly liquid wasn’t that different from the small sample Will had given him earlier. Yes, it was bitter, but there was a musk and a heady flavor that was uniquely Will and it gave him courage to lick the erection again and again, until Will was doing that odd noise again.

“God, I love that sound.”

Feeling dangerous, he let the tip slip into his mouth just as he reached for the small pot. The bed was low to the ground, and made it therefore easy to reach the pot. He was prepared for the slim hips to buck and carefully held them down with one arm as he reopened the earthen ware jar. Risking a glance above, he saw Will’s head thrown back and his throat bared in the most arousing way.

He secretly coated his fingers with the tingling liquid and just as he let more of the cock slip in, his fingers found the cleft and wandered along the hot flesh to the puckered entrance.

A broken chuckle rasped above. “You sneaky little bastard.”

Letting the hard flesh slip from his mouth, he grinned cheekily up at his lover who was looking down at him. “Offended, are we?”

Will gave a beautiful smile and leaned back, opening his trembling legs. “Not at all, Commodore.”

Sensing the amused tone, his grin widened as his finger sank into the glorified heat, his cock aching in empathy. “You’ve been hanging around that knave far too long, Turner. You’re much too cocksure.”

Stars exploded behind Will’s eyes before he could reply and his lover grinned up at him as he rubbed that spot deep inside. He may not be well versed in the art of masculine loving like Will, but he knew the basics.

Slipping in another finger and stretching the tight ring of muscle gently, Norrington stared in wonder as Will became more and more undone. The blacksmith’s body was shaking and squirming as wonderfully as ever while those long legs tried to pull him closer.

“Will, look at me.”

The younger man raised his head and the other felt a groan building up at the sight of that lovely face. Will’s cheeks were flushed, his lips red and swollen, strands of curly hair clung to his damp skin, but it was those wide eyes that caught his own. The liquid browns were nearly all black with passion, glittering in the dim room as his long lashes fell to half mast.

Norrington added another finger and Will let out a gasp. “Hurt?”

“Mmm. Just burns a little.” Most likely a lie.

He crooked his finger and watched as the pain was forgotten. Quickly greasing another finger, he slipped that one in as well and set his fingers to work until he believed he couldn’t get the muscle any looser. His cock was throbbing with frustration at being ignored and was turning darker by the minute.

“Please. James. Just…please.”

“Sure you’re ready, love?”

“I’m fine. Just do it!”

“I just wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be castrated after this by Sparrow if I hurt you. Then again, I would probably LET him.”

Will raised his head to growl at him, but he was already moving. Letting his fingers slip out, he slowly entered the tight cavern, hissing at the hot tight heat as Will made that arousing sound again. One day he’d have to figure out if it was feline or wolf based.

“Oh, God.”

Unable to speak for the moment, Norrington only nodded his head as he continued to ease in, trying to be a gentleman to the end. However, Will, being the pirate he was now, was having none of it. As soon as he was used to the fullness, he started making a few tentative thrusts back. Then as Norrington paused a moment, thrust back even harder.

“Damnit! I’m not going to bloody break, James! MOVE.”

The younger man had definitely been hanging around Jack too long.

He answered the thrusts, groaning with abandon as his lover forced out a side of him even he didn’t know he had. Long legs raised higher to rest on his shoulders, pulling him closer and allowing deeper access. They thrust together in a harsh and strong rhythm and cried out their release together only moments later.

Will looked down at him, a small content smile on his lips that he returned. He carefully slipped out, nearly cringing in sympathy as the younger man winced and then let the long legs drop on either side of him.

“Well, that was new,” he murmured as he lay down beside the blacksmith.

Will grinned at him as he panted. “Didn’t even know you had that in you, did you?”

Norrington gave a mock glare. “I can wait to see Sparrow’s gloating face.”

He watched as those wide brown eyes blink, and then as Will gave him a careful look, his humor and smile disappearing. “James, about th-”

“I see you’ve managed to leave your ghosts behind, Commodore.”

Will and Norrington looked up, embarrassed at the knowing voice, as two men came down the stairs and peered around the corner. One was a tall broad shouldered man, with long dark hair and brilliant gray eyes. He could have passed for Will’s older brother, so Norrington guessed it was his lover’s father. Bill.

The man’s eyes were haunted, but there was a smile about those lips as he held a glowing Jack Sparrow. The pirate himself had a bottle in one hand and had his other around Bill’s neck. He wore only
his blue trousers.

“Have fun kiddies. Me and Bill have to go down to the docks. Seems I may have finally filled the First Mate position.” Bill nodded his apologies to the rumpled men on the bed as he carried his chattering lover out the door. “And Will! You dastardly little whelp! I’ve taught you FAR too well! You didn’t tell me there was more rum out back! I’ll be sending Guard after y…”

The pirate’s indignant voice trailed off as he was carried out onto the busy street, hand waving around his half full rum bottle. Norrington bit back a laugh at his last view of Bill, shutting up his lover quite efficiently.

He leaned down and nuzzled Will’s throat, reveling in the moan that erupted from it.

“James,” he gasped.

“What guard?”

Will let his head fall back and he chuckled. Norrington stared at the arousing sight, befuddled.

“Not what, love, but WHO. Guard is the constable of the Island. He keeps everyone from getting out of hand. There hasn’t been a killing here in over eight years since Jack hired him.”

“Hired him?”

Will went still for a moment. “Jack warned you about the people who lived here, right?”

Norrington’s frown deepened. “He did, in his own way. Why?”

A smile broke out on his sated lover’s face. “He told me the same.” He started to chuckle. “The thing is, there is nothing to worry about. Jack owns the Island. No one would harm any guest of his, even if they held a grudge against one of them. I didn’t find out until he had the shop rebuilt to suit my needs two years ago.”

Norrington stared at him. “He OWNS the Island?”

Will nodded. “I think it was actually an inheritance. From his family. People only know this place by word of mouth. You won’t find it on any map, but the trade is still very good. I don’t know HOW he does it.”

“He owns this Island.”

“Yeah.”

They looked at each other before they embraced and burst out in laughter. By the time it had slowed into mad tittering, tears were running down their faces.

“If you think THAT’S funny, you should see his house.”

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A/N: I AM working on numerous stories, mostly Pirates of the Caribbean and Sleepy Hollow, but due to my perfectionism and writing blocks, have been unable to spit them out as fast as I once did. I am working on all kinds of pairings, (I.E. Jack/Will, Jack/Will/Norrington, Jack/Will/Ichabod, Will/Norrington, Ichabod/OMC, Ichabod/Hessian) and was wondering which ones you would be most curious to read. The Ichabod/OMC fic is a bit of an epic that's making most headway and is nigh finished.

Are ANY of you still interested in Sea Longing? I haven't worked on a chapter in ages, but it's still in my mind to finish. CH 19 should be out soon.

Hmm. Anyone read Penhall/Hanson (21JS) or Starsky/Hutch slash?