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Title: The Boots
Author: heartofslash
Fandom/Pairing: The Pirate Way, Will/Jack
Rating: Piratey
Warning: Booty
Disclaimer: This has nothing at all to do with any Disney products. It's all about MY Will and Jack, not theirs.
Note: I owe my dear sundew some pirate action. So action the pirates shall take.
The Boots
A boot hit the table with a jingling thud, filled as it was with gold pieces, dozens of them. Hundreds. More than Will had seen in one place in a long time.
"There," Jack said with a distinct note of triumph in his voice.
"It's a boot."
"Right you are."
"Filled with gold pieces."
"And they said you'd never be a pirate," Jack said, the pride inescapable, the mocking only slight.
Will stared at the boot. "Where did you find such a thing?" he wondered.
"Same place I found this," Jack said, and he plunked the matching boot on the table next to the first one. "And I didn't find it. Not the gold. I stole that." He beamed the word 'pirate'. He did not have to say it out loud.
Will crossed his hands over his chest. Jack had forgotten the "no stealing" rule. Again.
'No stealing unless it was warranted', in fact.
"He was a slave trader, luv. Nasty, horrible man."
"How do you know that?"
"Because hew as anchored off the coast awaiting rendezvous with a ship full of slaves. Wretched people they were, horribly mistreated. Frightened, malnourished. Whip marks," Jack confided, knowing Will would wince at that. "I happen to know that because I saw them with me own eyes when I, errr, liberated them from the slavers bringing them across."
"You freed a ship full of slaves?" Will asked, impressed. As he should be.
"Wasn't much work, actually," Jack confessed. "They were able to manage things on their own once we'd started things rolling. But then, you see, we located the purchaser, and felt obliged to liberate this." He knocked the side of one boot with his hand and a coin flipped out onto the table. Spun for a moment. Glittering.
"What about the 'no stealing' rule? You'd already liberated the slaves…"
"Yes, but he was only going to use this to try to buy some more unfortunates. It's for the best that we take it, savvy?"
Will nodded slowly. He could see that. "And what are you going to do with it?"
"Oh, I already gave most of it to the people on the ship. They needed it more than I. This is a token payment. To cover the damage to the Pearl and weapons upkeep and the like…"
Will started to walk around the table, eyeing the boots with suspicion. "And the boots?" he asked. "Steal them from the slaver too?"
"Heavens, no, luv. I traded for them. Honest trade."
Will looked down at Jack's bare feet. "What was wrong with your old boots?"
Jack shrugged. "Nothing. It's just that… well, you see, Anamaria. She's done it again. Up the duff. No! It wasn't me! Seems she likes Mr. Bertram a little more than she thought, and her feet have swollen awfully. Between trying to fix the damage to the Black Pearl and her whining on and on about how tight her boots were, I couldn't abide it. I offered he mine, until she can get something more fitting, as it were."
Will fingered a piece of gold. "And…?"
"Ah, well, her boots were a little too tight for me. I figured the weight of the gold would stretch out the leather a touch."
"You could stay barefoot," Will suggested.
Was he ogling Jack's toes?
He was definitely staring at them. If not ogling.
"I could," Jack said, untying his sash. "I could stay in me bare feet all day long." He pulled his shirt over his head. "I'm used to it." Jack stripped off several baubles from his arms, peeled off his patched gloves, wriggled out of his trousers. "Wouldn't cause me any harm at all." Stood naked, but for his scarf and the beads in his beard.
Will tipped a boot over. Gold pieces spilled to the table top, jangled to the floor.
Jack knocked the other boot clear off the table. The glitter spread to every corner of the captain's cabin. With any luck, Will would get on his hands and knees to retrieve some of the scattered pieces later.
But for now…
Jack stepped into the empty boots. "Ah, perfect fit," he murmured. He turned around and reached up to grip the lowest beam of the ceiling, stretching up, naked.
Wearing nothing but the boots.
"I figure it's your turn to play Captain, Mr. Turner. And after all, I did violate one of your rules." As ridiculous as that whole "no stealing" rule might seem.
"A little punishment is in order, you think?" Will asked.
"I throw myself on your mercy," Jack affirmed.
The boots fit.
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