"Jack, what are you doing?"

"You think you’d have figured out what I was doing by now." Jack smiled down at the top of Will’s head, his fingers nimbly working away at the tie around Will’s hair and the front of Will’s shirt. "The rest of the crew is in town, drinking and whoring and gambling. There’s no one on the ship but you and me. And there’s a certain image of you and me on deck that’s been playing through my mind lately..."

"Jack Sparrow!" That couldn’t have been anything less than a blush.

"William Turner!" he mocked tipsily. There, finally got the blasted tie off! "And that’s Captain to you." That was better. Will refused to keep his hair loose all the time, despite Jack’s best efforts to convince him otherwise. So a tie was always knotted around it, the locks pulled back and out of the way, only to be let down again in the cabin. Only in the cabin. Probably why Jack liked Will’s hair down. Untied hair equals cabin equals ravished Will. Or in this case, soon-to-be-ravished Will.

"And it’s such a pleasant fantasy, love. The original idea was about bathing in sunlight, but at least these days I no longer find moonlight quite so frightening." Half a snicker from Will at that. "Now all we have to do is get you naked."

"And then?"

"Then I proceed to ravish you. Several times. In rather imaginative ways, if I do say so myself."

"No rum?"

Silently, Jack cursed his lack of foresight. Rum would have been a nice touch. "Ah, but I’d take you over rum any day, lad."

Instantly, Will stiffened up. Jack the muscles under his hand tighten, and he absentmindedly began to stroke them until he again relaxed.

"Will?"

After another moment, Will shrugged and twisted halfway around to look at Jack. "Coming from you that’s a rather meaningful statement, is all."

"Well, I meant it. Would make it meaningful, I suppose." Jack tilted his head and looked down at Will curiously. Bollocks. It was too effing dark to see anything, much less exactly what was shining out of Will’s eyes. "Although any pirate worth his salt would never say no to both."

After a pause that was just a moment too long, Will looked up at Jack and grinned. "Then I believe there’s a certain tavern in town where we can have both? Then later, maybe the deck."

As always, Jack couldn’t help grinning in return, but he was left with the distinct feeling that something was off. Something was wrong.

Earlier, Anamaria had asked where they were shipping off to next. Jack briefly wished for Caribbean islands and sugar plantations, because he had a sudden, sinking feeling that it would instead be Port Royal.

Ack! I’m sorry for the shortness and/or crappiness of this chapter! But people wanted to know if I was still updating, and, if so, when I was updating. So... here! throws chapter at rabid reviewersMore soon, I promise!

Really, I love you all ;). Naked Jacks and Wills and drinks all around!

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