*whines* This was supposed to be SHORT!

[tammaiya]

“Just… look, Jack, the answer is NO!” Will snapped. His eyes widened as he realised that Jack was about to pick up a sword that was still hot. “Hey, wait- no, don’t touch that YOU IDIOT GET AWAY FROM THERE!”
Jack paused, hand hovering inches above the offending blade, expression one of perplexed innocence. If you didn’t know better, you’d think that Jack had just wandered by and been framed. The infuriating thing was, Will DID know better and he still had the vaguest feeling that he was being a bully.
Grinning and flinging his arms out in an expansive gesture, Jack sauntered back to Will and draped himself over the shoulder of the bewildered blacksmith. “Wha’? Me? Will, me boy, I was jus’ lookin’! I didn’t do nothin’, eh?” He frowned slightly. “An’ it’s Captain Jack. Captain. Why does everyone forget that bit?” He added as an afterthought.
Shrugging his new fashion accessory of with a measure of discomfort, Will retreated to the other end of the forge. “Jack, I told you, I’m not going to join your ship. I love Elizabeth, I am going to marry Elizabeth, and I’m not going to go sailing off into the blue unknown!” he exclaimed.
“Captain!” Jack whined. “’Ow many times do I have to tell ye, lad?” After it became clear that Will was pointedly ignoring him and had no intention of apologising or even adding the desired prefix in future, Jack sighed and decided that maybe he ought to make sacrifices in the name of the greater good. “Alrigh’. Fine. Jack it is. Rob me of all me dignity, then. You’re bloody lucky I like ye, William. I wouldn’t let just anyone get away with that.”
Will raised his eyebrow, supremely unimpressed. “What a thrill. Jack, why are you here?”
“Well, really, lad,” Jack drawled. More hand movements. Will began to suspect that if one were to tie Jack’s hands behind his back, he’d be lost for words. An appealing thought, that, for any number of reasons. However, he doubted it. Come rain or flood, nothing would shut Jack up for long, and Will rolled his eyes in resignation as the pirate continued. “I honestly thought ye were smarter than that. I already told ye, Will! I don’t seem to recall you having the memory of a leaky bucket.” Jack paused. “Although, maybe we both do, and I just don’t remember.”
Will gritted his teeth. Jack’s tangents were enough to send any man insane. “Yes, but why do you want me as your First Mate?”
“Well,” Jack said, and then stopped. Will waited impatiently for him to continue, and then got sick of the silence. “Well, what?”
Jack shrugged, furrowing his brow. “Well… I don’t remember. Funny, that.”
Snorting with frustration, Will threw his hands in the air and stalked back over to the fire. “Jack, you are the single most frustrating man I have ever met!”
“Pirate,” Jack reminded him helpfully.
Will glared at him balefully. “Nice try. You’re far more irritating than any other pirate I’ve met, and I’m in a position to know, these days.”
Jack grinned. “Of course! I’m Cap’n Jack Sparrow, luv!”
“I am doomed to spend time in the company of a madman, it seems,” Will muttered sourly. “Jack, unless you come up with a good reason rather quickly, there is no way in all the circles of Hell that I’m going to follow you in this hare-brained scheme, not for all the treasure in the world.”
Jack hesitated. This wasn’t exactly how it was meant to go. Will was meant follow him like a small and loveable (if occasionally stupid) puppy dog. “Damn. What about for rum?”
“Especially not for rum! I don’t drink it, you daft loon!”
Well, that would certainly have to be remedied. “Alright, I’ll come clean,” Jack said, eyes serious as he leaned forward on the bench.
“Yes?” Will replied wearily.
“I’m really makin’ ye me First Mate so’s I can use underhanded means to seduce ye away from yer precious Miss Swann and ravish ye like the infamous pirate I am,” Jack informed him gravely.
Will scoffed. “Oh, come now, Jack! I thought you said you didn’t lie? You could at least make up something more believable! Go on, just tell the truth, you weaselly scallywag.”
Jack smirked. “Have it yer own way, then. I want you to be me First Mate because after Barbossa, I’ve decided I need a man I can trust. Ye’re a good man, Will, and a good pirate. I’d be happy to have ye at me side.” Both versions were true. It hardly mattered to him which one Will chose to believe.
“But I’m not-” Will began protesting weakly.
“-a pirate. Yes, I get the point,” Jack interrupted exasperatedly. “Could ye give it a rest, Will? Please? You and I both know that ye are, and there seems scant point in going over it yet again. Bit of a waste of time, hm?”
Will smiled wryly. “Alright, ok, it’s tired and old, and I have accepted it. It’s all your fault, too. So I’m a pirate. Nice as that is, what about Elizabeth?”
Jack was sorely tempted to respond with a rousing, “What about Elizabeth? It’s all about bloody Elizabeth, isn’t it? What about poor ol’ Jack?” but managed to restrain himself. He doubted that it would have gone down particularly well. “She wanted ye as a pirate, did she not? Well, if ye go off on a voyage with me, then ye’ll be twice the pirate you are now, won’t ye? Makes sense, don’t it?”
“Yes, but…”
Will had turned around, and Jack was making frantic gestures as he attempted not to strangle the boy in sheer annoyance. He was annoyed with Elizabeth, anyway. Just keep on telling yourself that, Jack. “Why don’t ye just ask yer bonny lass then, lad? Ask her for her permission, by all means! Right state of affairs this is, son of Bootstrap Bill cowed by one woman.”
Will slammed his sword down. “Jack, are you trying to get on my nerves?”
Jack thought about this for a second. “…Yes,” he eventually responded, with a firm nod.
Will winced. “Why? Why me? If I go with you, I’ll be subject to this every day!”
“Yes, but if you don’t, I’ll just hang around and be twice as annoying,” Jack told him cheerfully.
Will whimpered. “You’ve got a leave sometime. You don’t like the land.”
Jack smiled dangerously at him, teeth glinting. “Maybe so. Maybe not.” Strolling off to sit on the hay at the back of the Smithery, Jack began to whistle loudly the song he now knew as Elizabeth’s song. The lass wasn’t half bad, really. Just in the way of what he wanted. Oh, and she burned the rum.
Maybe he should have waited until Will had started to yearn for the sea. The sea, she was in Will’s blood, and having had his first taste he’d never be satisfied for long on land. Still, Jack was confident that he could win. He’d just have to play his cards right.
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me…”

Comments

[sanguia.livejournal.com]

*is extremely interested*
that was cute. and funny. siobhan, out of everything you've ever written, this is the thing i LIKE MOST. you've got jack sparrow's character DOWN.

you know me. you know this is praise. now write more, because i genuinely want some.