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Notes: A small drabble of many.
Summary: Gibbs spills a secret and Jack sees the light.
Jack stared through the buxom blonde whore in front of him. "Oh c'mon Jack. Give us a go love." She grinned as she got down in Jack's face. Her heaving bosom pressed in close. The whore's cheap perfume failed to cover up the overpowering stench of sex and wrinkled his nose.
He sighed. "Look, if I told ye once, I told you a hundred times woman, all I need is me rum tonight!" To demonstrate, he picked up his mug and knocked back the whole thing, liberally splashing the drink down his front. He wiped the liquid dripping from his beard and looked at her pointedly.
The whore huffed and stalked off into the crowd. At his side, Gibbs looked up from where his head was resting on the table. "There a problem Cap'n? That'd be the fifth one tonight."
"No, there is no problem." Jack replied as he refilled his cup with the bottle on the table.
"It wouldn't happen to have anything to do with your lad would it now?"
"He's not my lad!" Jack snapped, banging the bottle down on the table.
"Is he not? He follows you around, always faithful and loyal. And he's got those eyes." Gibbs pointed out.
"What do you mean those eyes? What are ye doin studyin him?" Jack demanded, angry that anyone would be staring at Will, memorizing his features.
Gibbs shook his head. "Not like that Jack. He's got those soft eyes when he looks at ye. They light up when he looks at ye and the mornin after ye take 'im to your cabin he's always glowin'." He explained.
"Glowing?" The Captain looked bewildered.
"Aye, glowin. Then we get to a port and it all fades. Takes a bit o' bein' at sea for it to start again, but it never fails." Gibbs took a long draught from his own cup of rum.
"Gibbs, what are you babbling about?"
Gibbs shook his head. "You sir, are clueless. It's no wonder you get yourself slapped so much." Gibbs heaved himself to his feet somewhat unsteadily. "Don't go thinkin I'm tellin ya this for anyone but they boy's sake. E's in love with ya Jack. No one else will face him if they spill it, but we all know. Everyone but you Cap'n. Land's sake man, even Cotton's parrot knows it! But not you! For someone so clever, you're terribly blind. Now, why don't you be running along back to the ship. But don't tell the lad I told ya anything, e'll have me guts for garter strings." Gibbs lumbered off, leaving his Captain to sit and think about what he'd said.
Jack stared after Gibbs, not quite sure how to respond to the man's accusations. Of course, that was all impossible. Will didn't love him. Though the boy obviously cared, it couldn't be love. Jack was too old. Enough to be his father! Hell, he and Will's father had grown up together! He shook his head as he tried to clear himself of the thoughts. They were imagining things. It was just the result of being at sea too long. Maybe it was time for a longer break. Jack stared down into the cloudy low quality rum and decided that it wasn't quite as appealing anymore. He didn't really see the rum. Instead, the mirrored surface seemed to reflect Will's soft brown eyes, twinkling in a smile as they always were after they'd spent a night in the Captain's cabin. Slowly, the glimmer faded into the same dull look he'd received from Will as he walked off of the Pearl that afternoon.
"Bloody hell," Jack muttered. "E's right."
To Be Continued...