A/N (July 12th): Chapter has been looked over… It has been spell- and grammar-checked, but some things may had slipped through though. Please tell me in your review if you finds anything that would you think should be corrected (in any chapter on too of course). Thanks.

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Storm Wind – Chapter 1 – Ten years later …

Finally, they would meet again. Will felt his spirits rising and – not literary, of course – it felt like his heart beat faster. Yes, he could feel a familiar yet alien and very faint beat, from there on the shore. His heart, beating, in a chest… In a chest held by the dearest person on earth.

Jack Sparrow stood on the island where he and will hard parted ten years ago, the same island, with the Chest in his hand. Now… the sun sank in the horizon slowly, and Jack felt his chest tighten. Soon … The sun went down far too slowly!

There, in the horizon appeared the Green Flash. And he saw the Dutchman emerge from nowhere. On her mast, holing a rope and leaning forward as wishing to see Jack and be there on the island right now, was the Captain - Will Turner.

Finally.

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Jack rushed forward and held Will close in an embrace, caching the younger man’s lips with his own. It looked like Will had not aged a day; his handsome face now peaceful as he was finally here, with Jack. The captain was older now, but for Will it mattered not. What mattered was that they were, at last, together. Silence where between them for long moments when they just took in each other’s appearance, gazing deeply into their lover’s eyes, totally unaware of the world around them.

Will was the first to take action, after several long minutes. He once again embraced his lover, holding him tight. He couldn’t stop the tear from escaping and rolling over his cheek as he remembered what his duty was. He would have this day, then ten years at sea yet again, and then another day with jack. Probably the last also. The pirate was old, and the whole East India Trading Company chased him. How he had escaped them now was still a mystery. He felt Jack soothingly stroke his back.

“Jack…” he whispered, slowly pulling back, “I’ve missed you…”

Jack kissed him passionately. “I know, luv.” The pirate laid his arm around Will’s shoulder, leading him from the shore to the cliffs not far away. There stood a very familiar object – Dead man’s chest. With Will’s heart, the beating now clear for Will to hear. It felt like the beat pulsed through his body steadily and now he could’ve sword it came not from the chest but from his body.

But at the memory of waking up from death with his heart carved out, Will briefly closed his eyes. Jack stopped walking at the small movement and held Will close. “Are you all right, luv?” Will nodded, meeting Jack’s gaze. The pirate’s eyes showed concern and worry, and a lot of love. For him, only him. Will felt like drowning for a second in those dark eyes.

“I’m fine,” he whispered.

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The Black Pearl, with Barbossa at the helm, had arrived about two hours earlier. They had spotted Jack go back and forth on the beach a long time before Will arrived. He saw with his spyglass the two men embrace, and talk, embrace again. They was there for some time and Barbossa waited patiently, until the two men at the beach took each other’s hands and walked away from Barbossa’s sight. He smirked. Now, that Jack would pay. He’d stolen the map to the Fountain of Youth, and disappeared for ten years. But now, ten years after Will became captain of the Flying Dutchman, he finally had his chance to make that old pirate pay.

He put his spyglass away and ordered the crew to prepare. They knew of parts of the plan. The would spy on the men, somehow take down Jack but not killing him, just black him out for a while, and kidnap Will. It was simple orders, and he new they would success. Only those of Jack’s old crew weren’t there close… Those could make trouble.

Two of the new members of his crew – Carl and Paul – were chosen to be the one’s to capture Will. They were very good at sneaking and spying and they had done this sort of job before. But they had to admit to themselves that now, when they would kidnap the captain of the Flying Dutchman of all, they were nervous. Almost terrified.

Well, a job was a job and they did not want to displease Barbossa and make him angry.

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The sun was setting. Jack squeezed Will’s hand tightly, as if knowing he had not yet left, that he was there. Sighing, Will’s gaze travelled over the sea and he briefly closed his eyes. Ten new years, new souls to ferry to the Other Side. They both knew what was about to happen.

Or, they knew what was supposed to happen.

Suddenly there were footsteps behind them and they turned and saw, to their amazement, Tia Dalma stand there. She was smirking in her special way as always, stroking a crab in her hand. She stepped a bit closer to the men. It was not Tia Dalma, they knew – it was Calypso.

She told them that Will’s duty was over, explaining that a new captain had been found. She said not much about why – only that the Heathen Gods had seen their love and found it better for them to be together.

Will felt like he was going to have a heart attack of the shocking news, ironically. But Calypso had one condition of his freedom. He would not get back his heart into his body. Will felt his mouth go dry. “I-I understand,” he whispered, and felt Jack squeeze his hand.

Jack stepped forward. “I really must protest!” he said. “I mean, it unfair that you make unfair decisions about a fair man, alright!”

“Jack-“ Will warned in a low tone, knowing that you should not take the risks to make the Heathen Gods angry. But Jack continued, “Please don’t force him to live heartless for the rest of his life, please!”

Calypso smiled. “Yes, he will be heartless. But you see, as long his heart is safely in the chest, no one controls him, and William Turner will stay immortal.”

Will nodded slowly, letting the words sink in. This means I will live of when Jack dies. The same as if I was the captain, he thought. Wait – if my heart will be in the chest, where will the new captain’s heart be? When he formed his thoughts to words Calypso laughed. “The new captain has no beating heart. He lost it long ago. You will see, you will see…”

And with that, she vanished, leaving Jack in confusion and Will with relief. No more duty… he leaned into Jack’s embrace. He felt tears burn in his eyes. “Jack…” he whispered. “I cannot believe it.”

Jack looked momentarily confused. “What do you mean, luv? What can you not believe?”

Will sighed. “Calypso. She … she released me and … it’s unbelievable.”

Jack nodded without answering. Gently he sat down with Will and pulled the younger man into his arms. Soothingly he started to stroke his lover’s arms, and Will snuggled instinctively closer. He loved laying in Jack’s arms and watch the sea. Now, he needed not to be worried anymore to leave Jack, and go to the Dutchman. And there he had not duty anymore, and no concern. His father had been released to go to peace in the Other Place just a year earlier.

Together, Jack and Will watched the sun go down. Totally unaware of that two pair of eyes where closely watching them…

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Carl smirked as he saw the two men. It somehow reminded of him and Paul. Of course, no one knew of their relationship. He took up the borrowed spyglass and watched the two men retreat to the beach. He and Paul had secretly watched their lovemaking, and made their own in silence. Even if job were a job, some pleasure wouldn’t hurt. And Barbossa would never know about it anyway. Suddenly, a Jamaican woman appeared from thin air behind the two men on the beach, and they turned. He saw them talk and could pick up parts of their discussion – like “released,” “immortal”, “heartless” (he heard that several times), “captain” and “chest”. One thing he heard was how the man with dreadlocks – Jack Sparrow – said desperately, “I mean, it unfair that you make unfair decisions about a fair man, alright!”

So it was true then, what Barbossa had said. Lucky they where that this Will Turner was released from duty this day too. It made all easier. He memorized all he could, including how the woman looked like and was like, and her Jamaican accent and the sudden appearance. She disappeared as sudden to.

Paul returned, and he silently and shortly told of the events passed. The two men on the beach sank down to sit on a rock. The spies saw their chance and they drew their weapons – swords and guns. One of them also had a small flask of venom that would give the one drinking even a small amount a moment of headache and then the person would pass out. They would use it on Jack and leave him, and maybe also on Will if he resisted them far too much.

Silently, they sneaked forward from the underbrush stepping onto soft sand…

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The soft sound of footsteps woke Will up. No, it was that scent. A smell of rum and powder and sea, as on a pirate. He looked around, and the footsteps went totally silent. He frowned. How long had he slept? Looking up, he saw Jack’s face. The old pirate was sleeping too, his arms resting protectively around Will. Sighing inwardly, Will rested his head against the pirate’s chests. Maybe it was just an imagination. Calypso’s footsteps had sounded also quite like that, and Jack smelled of rum and sea. He closed his eyes and let the weaves of the sea lull him to sleep.

The footsteps were heard again. And they came closer, to their direction. Will’s eyes snapped open and he shot up his head, casing Jack’s arm so sink down over his waist and a hand he put on his buttock. But that worried him not. That worrying him was the fact that the shadows of two large men had appeared over him and Jack. Swallowing and inwardly cursing that he had no weapon, he looked up.

Two men stood side by side, both weapons in hand. The smirked. Both were tall and the one to the right also large built, looking very strong. The other one was smaller but held that dangerous glint in the eyes as the other. He blinked, a bit confused. What did these men want?

“Who are you?” he asked, trying to get away from his awkward position. But the large man grabbed suddenly his arm strongly, not caring if Will was hurt, and pulled him to his feet. Will’s eyes widened. “Wha-“

Will got a sharp slap over the face and he felt panic rising as the man put a man around his waist and pulled him close, not letting go, and the other man leaned down over the sleeping Jack. The other man held Will tighter and harder even and Will started to struggle, protesting wildly. Angrily his captor growled and lifted him in the air, moving away to give his companion space to manoeuvre. Will saw out of the corner of his eye how the other man poured some sort of liquor into the still sleeping but now stirring Jack, and he struggled even harder.

After that all went blank.

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To be continued…

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Author’s note: There is a sequel now! I know people have been waiting for one, and here it is. What does Barbossa plan…? Finally I got a plot. Actually, I’ve got a ten-chapter plot. Finally using my brain. Hope you enjoyed this chapter! There will not be more than one more OC I hope, and I hope those two OC’s didn’t make you dissatisfied or something. This is my first serious slash written along with Sea Weaves. But I promise, there will not be anything too deep in the relationships shown. Or I will try to promise. But there will be no higher rating than it already is (T). I will update soon.

Thanks for reading!