|The Blessed Curse
Author: Starr Dust PM
Jack comes back to Port Royal with news that will change Will's life forever. slash, mpreg finishedRated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Romance - Will T. & Capt. Jack Sparrow - Chapters: 11 - Words: 19,940 - Reviews: 101 - Favs: 220 - Follows: 20 - Updated: 02-09-05 - Published: 12-05-04 - Status: Complete - id: 2160083
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Disclaimer: I do not Pirates of the Caribbean. Pirates of the Caribbean, its story and characters, is owned by Walt Disney Pictures.
Warning: Slash (slightly one sided Jack/Will), mpreg
AN: This story can pretty much be called an AU, because the sequel will most likely be absolutely nothing like this at all.
Will sat fidgeting on his bed. He felt so nervous, that he feared he may vomit, again. The soft glow of the candle light and the painful silence of his drafty little room just above the smithy only helped to amplify his nerves.
It's alright, he told himself. It's perfectly normal to feel this way.
Tonight was, after all, the eve of his wedding to Elizabeth. It was normal to feel nervous about marrying the woman he'd been in love with for the past eight years. It would be strange not to be nervous... wouldn't it?
The window was open just enough to let out the stuffy smell of his bedroom and let in the cool night air. He shivered slightly and began to rub his arms as a strong gust of wind pasted by.
However, in truth, he wasn't acting normal lately. He seemed to be anything but, and he had been feeling this way even before he and Elizabeth (more so Elizabeth then him, really) set the date for there wedding. His strange behavior had started nearly two months or so ago. A week after he had save Jack from the gallows. He began to have fits of nausea through out the day, which usually led to vomiting. He began to feel moody, becoming happy or sad, even angry, for seemingly no reason at all. Not to mention the headaches. It certainly didn't help any that he worked at a smithy.
He had thought of seeing a doctor, but he didn't have enough money. He couldn't very well tell Elizabeth, it would only worry her. He had decided that he was simply sick, and that it would pass. However, after being sick for around two months, he was starting to get worried. He may not have been a doctor, but it didn't take one to know that two months of vomiting wasn't right.
"What's wrong with me?" he asked the empty room weakly.
"Nothin's wrong lad."
Will's head snapped up at the sound of a familiar voice from behind him. He turned around and stared wide eyed as Captain Jack Sparrow climbed in his bedroom window. "Jack?" Will asked, surprised to say the very least. He almost pinched himself to see if he was dreaming.
"Captain Jack," the pirate corrected as he leaned his hips on the window ceil.
Will blinked a few times. "W-what are you doing here?"
"Came ta check on ya whelp," he said nonchalantly.
"Check on me?" Will repeated incredulously. "Your a wanted man, Jack! If someone sees you-"
"No one will see me, lad," he interrupted, raising his arms as a sign for Will to calm down. "After all, just came here for you. How've ye been lad?"
Will raised an eyebrow at the pirates question. There seemed to be no humor in his voice when he asked. "I-I'm fine," the young blacksmith lied.
Jack raised an eyebrow and cocked his head to the side. "Really?" he asked. "So ye weren't just now mumbling to ye'rself 'bout som'in be the matter with you?"
"I'm... I was a bit nervous, that's all."
"Ah, I see," Jack said. Clearly he wasn't buying Will's lies, but he knew what he was nervous about. "Ye must mean yer weddin' to yer bonny lass." He stood up and took a few steps closer to him. "Is that all?"
Now Will truly felt uncomfortable. "What are you getting at? I said I was fine and that just what I am: fine."
Jack sat down beside him and Will unconsciously moved away. For a moment, he could have sworn that he had seen hurt flash over those kohl rimmed eyes of his before he continued to study him with a fiery intensity. He began to squirm and was readying himself to leap out of Jack's grasp if nescary.
"Ye're a terrible liar William," Jack teased. "Tell me the truth. How do ye feel?"
Will looked down at his lap, his shoulders slumped in defeat. There was no use and dancing around the subject. "I've been sick for some time now, Jack," he admitted. "It's been going on since you sailed off in the Black Pearl. At first, I had thought it was nothing, but now..." his voice began to break as he felt hot tears of fear begin to form in his eyes. "I fear I may be dying..."
"William," Jack began as he pulled the young man into a caring embrace. Will stiffened. He didn't feel comfortable hugging a man that wasn't related to him. Especially, a pirate. "'S alright luv," Jack said soothingly. "Ye're not dying."
"Yes. Yes I am," Will protested. "I know I am. I've been vomiting, having frequent headaches, feeling strangely emotional, and even getting strange pains in my... my chest." This last part he said with a blush, his ears turning bright red.
"Will. Do you remember that night we spent in Tortuga?" Jack asked.
Will's shoulders slumped once more and his blush deepened from shame. "How could I forget," Will said meekly. "It was... my first time." He felt sick at the memory. How he had allowed himself to get drunk and be bedded by the pirate. How he had betrayed Elizabeth. "I never told anyone else about that."
"Not even Elizabeth?" Jack asked, Will could almost feel him smile.
"How could I? If I had she would never have agreed to marry me." Will pulled himself out of Jack's embrace so that he was looking the older man straight in the eyes. "What about that night?"
"Well, I think that night may be the cause of all yer problems, whelp."
Will stared at him puzzled. "I'm dying because I went to bed with you?"
"Yer not dyin', luv," Jack said firmly and seriously. "Yer pregnant."