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tamingthemuseWorking Title: Passing in the Night
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: As all my Wick fics are to the one I love the most, my beloved Drew
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Character/Pairing: Jack/Will (Wick)
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #416: Lighthouse
Warning(s): Implied Slash, Alternate Universe
Word Count: 671
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Every evening, it is the same. He wakes in a bed that has never been shared, eats a small breakfast, and begins walking the hundreds of steps he must endure daily to perform his tasks. He does each thing that it is expected of him, performing each to the utmost of his abilities without ever a word or a sound other than his footsteps echoing throughout the old lighthouse as waves crash against it.
Every morning, it is always the same. He checks the lantern, makes certain the light of day has come in well enough to guide all sailors who may pass through the waters he guards, and lays down to dream dreams of things he hopes to one day share but fears never will.
Every night, it is the same. The faces may change, the ships as well, but it's always the same goal he has in hand: to lighten others' pockets and make his own heavier with gold, jewels, and other riches. He enjoys the fights underneath the moonlight, but they're hardly a challenge any more for no other blade can match his own for swiftness and surety.
He sees lights on land and leads his crew to attack. They take what they want, ravage who they will, and eventually return to his ship where he sets a new course. Always, it is the same. No matter who he fights or who he loves, he always returns the following morning, after setting a new course, to his cabin alone where an empty bed awaits. He's never once shared this bed with another soul, and he fears the dreams he dreams of sharing will always be his alone.
One night, when the seas are especially rough, his First Mate calls to him. "Capt'n, Capt'n, I can see a light!"
"It's just a lighthouse, Mister Gibbs!"
"Aye, but maybe we should set anchor?"
"The rocks are too close, man, an' too jagged! She'd never survive it!" he calls back over the roaring winds, but yet after the sea is settled and sunlight shows them in an open patch of ocean with no land in sight, the Captain thinks again of the lighthouse they passed during the night and wonders if he missed something. Nonsense, he tells himself, knowing they could not have landed there, but when he goes to sleep, it is in the same, lonely bed as always before.
A year comes and goes, then another. Each is growing old, their souls weary, when the Black Pearl finally nears the lighthouse again. It's another savage storm, but this time, the old ship can not withstand it. She breaks apart, with her Captain still holding to her wheel, but when morning light comes, it is a soft and gentle voice that calls the Captain to wake.
He stirs, opening first one and then the other. It's a beautiful, innocent face the peers down into his. "Are you all right, sir?"
Jack smiles, his gold tooth gleaming in the morning sun. He doesn't know, yet, what's become of his ship and crew. Nor does he realize that this is the same lighthouse he saw years ago and at which Gibbs tried to get him to stop. But something's stirring deep within him, something that tells him he's never going to have a lonely night, or day, again. Finally, he's not alone. He'll share his dream with this young man whose beauty surpasses anything he's seen before. "Aye," he says, smiling, "I am now."
The lighthouse keeper gazes back down into his face with a wistful smile. "My name's Will Turner," he offers. "I'm the keeper of the lighthouse here."
"Well, Will, how would ye like tae ne'er be alone again but tae live adventures instead o' just watchin' 'em pass ye by?"
He smiles. There's something in the stranger's offer, some underlining, unspoken offer, that he simply can not deny. "I'd like that very much, sir."
"Capt'n," Jack corrects, still grinning as his eyes drift closed again. "There's a Capt'n in there somewhere."
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Dedicated To: As all my Wick fics are to the one I love the most, my beloved Drew
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Character/Pairing: Jack/Will (Wick)
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge: #416: Lighthouse
Warning(s): Implied Slash, Alternate Universe
Word Count: 671
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Disney, not the author, and are used without permission.
Every evening, it is the same. He wakes in a bed that has never been shared, eats a small breakfast, and begins walking the hundreds of steps he must endure daily to perform his tasks. He does each thing that it is expected of him, performing each to the utmost of his abilities without ever a word or a sound other than his footsteps echoing throughout the old lighthouse as waves crash against it.
Every morning, it is always the same. He checks the lantern, makes certain the light of day has come in well enough to guide all sailors who may pass through the waters he guards, and lays down to dream dreams of things he hopes to one day share but fears never will.
Every night, it is the same. The faces may change, the ships as well, but it's always the same goal he has in hand: to lighten others' pockets and make his own heavier with gold, jewels, and other riches. He enjoys the fights underneath the moonlight, but they're hardly a challenge any more for no other blade can match his own for swiftness and surety.
He sees lights on land and leads his crew to attack. They take what they want, ravage who they will, and eventually return to his ship where he sets a new course. Always, it is the same. No matter who he fights or who he loves, he always returns the following morning, after setting a new course, to his cabin alone where an empty bed awaits. He's never once shared this bed with another soul, and he fears the dreams he dreams of sharing will always be his alone.
One night, when the seas are especially rough, his First Mate calls to him. "Capt'n, Capt'n, I can see a light!"
"It's just a lighthouse, Mister Gibbs!"
"Aye, but maybe we should set anchor?"
"The rocks are too close, man, an' too jagged! She'd never survive it!" he calls back over the roaring winds, but yet after the sea is settled and sunlight shows them in an open patch of ocean with no land in sight, the Captain thinks again of the lighthouse they passed during the night and wonders if he missed something. Nonsense, he tells himself, knowing they could not have landed there, but when he goes to sleep, it is in the same, lonely bed as always before.
A year comes and goes, then another. Each is growing old, their souls weary, when the Black Pearl finally nears the lighthouse again. It's another savage storm, but this time, the old ship can not withstand it. She breaks apart, with her Captain still holding to her wheel, but when morning light comes, it is a soft and gentle voice that calls the Captain to wake.
He stirs, opening first one and then the other. It's a beautiful, innocent face the peers down into his. "Are you all right, sir?"
Jack smiles, his gold tooth gleaming in the morning sun. He doesn't know, yet, what's become of his ship and crew. Nor does he realize that this is the same lighthouse he saw years ago and at which Gibbs tried to get him to stop. But something's stirring deep within him, something that tells him he's never going to have a lonely night, or day, again. Finally, he's not alone. He'll share his dream with this young man whose beauty surpasses anything he's seen before. "Aye," he says, smiling, "I am now."
The lighthouse keeper gazes back down into his face with a wistful smile. "My name's Will Turner," he offers. "I'm the keeper of the lighthouse here."
"Well, Will, how would ye like tae ne'er be alone again but tae live adventures instead o' just watchin' 'em pass ye by?"
He smiles. There's something in the stranger's offer, some underlining, unspoken offer, that he simply can not deny. "I'd like that very much, sir."
"Capt'n," Jack corrects, still grinning as his eyes drift closed again. "There's a Capt'n in there somewhere."
The End
