Playing the Fates

By Clarity Scifiroots

Content: really no warnings, just drabble, I am always leaning towards Jack/Will although I have yet to hit stating the couple outright ;;^^

August 9, 2003

Disclaimers apply. I really, really, really want plushies though... *pout*

Summary: Inspired by a five-minute challenge.

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Trust is a funny thing. It's said that it needs to be earned before being given, but far too often one would end up with the need to bestow trust on the spur of the moment; if that chance was missed, the trust not given, and the path not followed, then drastic occurrences might happen...

So, what was he supposed to have done? William Turner, the younger, wondered as he stood captive, the center of attention for a mass of dirty, undead pirates. Jack Sparrow waltzed into his life unexpectedly and immediately following, the town was attacked, Elizabeth taken, and he had to plunge his way into a world he had been hiding from for nigh eight years while slaving away over a blacksmith's anvil.

But what did it get him? There he was, a pirate clutching his arms in a painful grip and a creepy captain making speeches and waving around a strange knife already stained crimson with Elizabeth's blood.

Trust... Faith... He wasn't sure what to believe anymore, wasn't sure /who/ to believe anymore. He'd already been doubtful about God for a long time, but to then have his trust wavering from people he had known for many years - Governor Swann, Norrington, Elizabeth - was too much. And a pirate! Jack Sparrow (Captain, he added mentally) had turned out to be the only one he could put faith in to rescue dear Elizabeth. But the pirate was also the hardest one to follow.

And, curse it, there the bastard was again! Will resisted the urge to groan in annoyance as the cavern quieted and the quirky pirate captain appeared on the partially submerged rocks below. What the hell was that man up to now? What reason did he have to be there? He didn't even question how the pirate had gotten off the island. (He only hoped that Elizabeth was alive and well - and after a few moments he had that answered. Oh, and she was now engaged as well...) He was getting used to things that seemed completely impossible - or rather, improbable, in Jack's words - to turn out to be reality.

The words "opportune moment" passed through Jack's lips, catching Will's attention back to the present as his brow furrowed in consideration. Aztec gold shimmered in the light cast about the cave from openings letting in moonlight. One by one, Jack loosened the pieces back into the chest but... Will felt his breath catch in his breast; Jack had palmed a piece. A fight... he was expecting a fight!

Trust... it's a funny thing. A part of his mind let out a sigh of frustration, but he didn't let the expression hit his face, instead he used something that had truly been bothering him aide in working out the silently spoken plan. "You planned this from the moment you knew my name!"

The dark eyes that met his held the faintest glint of regret, "Aye."

For some reason, he wanted to smile.

The End

Sorry, it was part of a five minute challenge ("Trust" being the first word to

start with) I more wrote it in 12 minutes than five, but it's something -

drabble, savvy? Well, I'm loosening up, and enjoying this very much. *glomps

onto potc screen shots and drools*