What He Needs 2
By: Missfortune
Disclaimer: Not Mine
Warnings: PG
Pairing: Jack/Will
Notes: A small drabble of many 1/?
Summary: Annamaria thinks Jack is an idiot...she's right.

Will stood at the prow of the ship looking out at the Port of Tortuga. Jack swayed up to him and slung an arm around his shoulder.

“You sure you won’t be comin’ into port with us lad?”

Will looked at the port and then at Jack and shook his head. “No, I’ll stay here, maybe take the next round of leave.”

Jack shrugged. “Up to you, it’s your loss lad. More rum for me.”

“Yeah, my loss,” Will echoed.

“Ye sure you won’t be comin now?”

“Yes! Go, drink some rum for me.” Will waved him off.

“I’ll drink you a whole barrel whelp!” Jack crowed as he turned and walked to the plank.

Annamaria was standing at the bottom tapping her foot impatiently. She glared at Jack. “Ye can’t keep doin that to him.” She growled.

“What do you mean? He’s young. He needs to go out and sow some wild oats. He needs some space to have his own kinda fun. He needs someone his own age. What he don’t need is me keeping him locked in the cabin like some cabin boy.”

“That’s what you think. Havin’ him at sea and then leaving him so quickly on land ain’t a good idea. You’re messin up his head, Jack. His heart. Maybe he needs you around.” Anna pressed.

“‘E don’t! So leave it at that. I’m going to get meself some rum and the first pair ‘o painted lips I see.” Jack muttered as he walked off.

“Stubborn bastard,” Anna hissed as she stalked after him.

From the deck Will watched them go. Though he’d fairly memorized the pattern with which Jack walked, he stared after the man until he could no longer pick him out of the crowd. Once he had disappeared into the maze of bars and whorehouses, Will made his way below deck. The few men still on board were getting drunk in the galley and hardly noticed him slipping by with an overstuffed bag.

Will walked back into the night air and down onto the docks. He turned to look at the ship that Jack loved so much.

“Good bye Pearl,” Will mumbled as he ran a hand over the dark wood one last time before walking away. Behind him the ship creaked in protest as Will slipped away.

To Be Continued...