A Pirates Heart (WillTurnerxReader)

Chapter 8

You could smell the island before you could see it. The musk of drunks and chaos wafting through the air as the ship docked. You made your way to the side, about to climb over.

"Not so fast, deary."
Jack held his arm in front of you, blocking your path.
He eyed your pirate outfit, toying with the tassels of your corset. "You can't go dressed like this."

"Are you serious?" You explained, crossing your arms over your chest. "Deadly. There's a gown in the captains quarters."
You halted at Jack again, trying to think of any way to convince him otherwise, but by the stern look in his eyes, you knew he wouldn't budge.
"Fine." You mumbled, shuffling back across the ship and into the quarters.

Getting the outfit on was easy enough. But it felt unnatural to be in anything other than the leather pants you've become accustomed to. The low cut blouse, won't with the corset, pronounced your chest, exposing more skin than the average woman would care to. But, Jack was right. In this, you wouldn't attract as much attention.

"I look like one of the whores in this." You complained, exiting the quarters. Jack leaned against the railing, a smug smile on his face. "Perfect, you'll fit right in."
You opened your mouth to find a sharp response when you noticed Will. His eyes were trained on you, taking in your new attire.

"Yes, she does look lovely, now help her down." Jack ordered, interrupting his staring. Jack made his way off the ship, followed by Will, who, as ordered, waited below to help you down. You hoisted the skirt of your dress over, the weight almost pulling you down. Will extending his arms towards you and, after a moment of hesitation, you reached down, placing your hands on his shoulders. This allowed him to grab your waist, lifting you and slowly placing you to the ground. It ashamed you to say it, but you liked the way his hands felt around you.
"Alright?"He asked when your feet were on the ground, his hands lingering on your waist. You nodded and the two of you hurried to catch up to Jack.

The town was just as horrible as you remembered. Clusters of drunk men and prostitutes around every corner, men fighting and shooting guns. You felt the eyes of multiple men on you, one even bold enough to reach out to you. Before he could reach, you jumped back, bumping into Will. He turned, noticed the man ogling you and then reached his arm behind you, ushering you to stay in front of him. You knew you could protect yourself, but you did so anyways, grateful for his kindness.

"More importantly, it's a safe life that has never breathed deep the sweet, pestiferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy?" Jack exclaimed, gesturing at the crowds. "It's barbaric." You grumbled.

Jack came to a stop, turning to Turner. "What do you think Will?" You followed Wills gaze to a man chugging rum. He shrugged his shoulders. "It'll linger."

"I'm telling you mate, if every town in the world was like this, no man would ever feel unwanted." Jack spoke to Will. You rolled your eyes, ignoring them.

"Scarlet!" Jack suddenly perked up, walking up to a red head. She took one look at him before slapping him sharply across the face. Jack snapped his head around, looking back to you. "Not sure if I deserved that." He said, turning back he came face to face with a blonde woman now. "Giselle!"

"Who was she?" The woman hissed, hands on her hips.
"What?" Jack uttered before another slap was delivered. You winced are the crisp sound. "I may have deserved that."

-

"It's the best way to wake him up." Jack assured before throwing a bucket of water on a man sleeping in a pig troff. The man instantly jolted up, producing a knife. "Curse you for breathing, you slacked-jaw idiot!" He shouted, taking in the group. "Mother's love." He sighed, a smile spreading. "Jack! You know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping. It's bad luck."

"Fortunately, I know how to counter it. The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to his proposition from the man who did the waking." Jack rambled, tossing the bucket off to the side.

"Aye, that'll do it." The older man quipped and Jack helped him to his feet. Right when he stood, Will stepped in front of you, tossing another bucket of water on him. "Blast I'm already awake!" The grey haired man yelled." Will raised a brow. "That was for the smell."

-

A few minutes later, the four of you stood in the middle of a crowded pub. Men and women were fighting in every corner and it was so crowded, you couldn't move without bumping into some stranger. Loud music filled the room along with the sound of drinks clinking and crashes. Jack made his way through the crowd, his stride easy and completely comfortable. "Keep a sharp eye." He said, a mug of rum in each hand, as he moved to sit down with the man you'd learned was called Mr. Gibbs.

"In all my lifetime, this has got to be the worst place I've ever been." You mumbled, trying to avoid the fighting men. You watched as one threw a chair and another grabbed a whore. "It's horrible." Will agreed, then: "Oh god.." You turned you attention to some drunk shooting another man who had kissed 'his girl'. "Don't worry Turner, I'll protect us." You teased, leaning against the wooden archway. "With your fists?" He replied.

You shook your head, grabbing the end of your skirt and pulling it up to your thigh, revealing your sword which was strapped to your thigh as well as another small dagger on the other side. Will smiled, impressed. "But, I think your biggest concern is her." You gestured to a older lady who stood a few feet away, she was practically falling on top of him. At the same time, a small group of men began forming around you, rum spilling from their mugs as they moved closer. Will stepped closer to you, your backs pressed together as you tried to avoid the crowds. "Do you dance, Will Turner?" You asked, looking over your shoulder. He met your gaze, eyes wide. "Is now really the time?"

"It's the perfect time!" You replied, reaching down to grasp his hand, you pulled him to the middle of a the bar, away from the admirers. Will let out a sigh of relief. It was better here, the only men being musicians playing a lively tune. "C'mon then." You ordered. Will waited a moment, second guessing this until he eventually gave in. One hand holding yours and the other wrapped around your waist, the two of you glided across the small dance floor, spinning in circles in a playful jig. At first, Will attempted to keep distance between your bodies but, as the music played on, more couples joined in and he became more relaxed, allowing his chest to press against yours.

"Where'd you learn to dance?" He shouted over the music, a real smile on his face. It was the first time you'd seen him do such a thing and, with the soft light of the bar, he looked radiant. "My mother, you?" You yelled back. Dancing with your mom was one of the only memories you had with her, the rest was a blank. "Me too!" He replied, and you wondered if his family was still alive.

You became lost in the loud scene, almost forgetting why you were even here. All you could think about was being here and dancing with this blacksmith.

"I could do this all night!" Will exclaimed, his hand tight around yours.

"So could I, Turner."