| Title: Pirate Hats Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean Author: Jo Pairing: Will Turner, Jack Sparrow Rating: PG Summary: The hat makes the pirate... Warnings: May be spoilery for AWE Disclaimer: Absolute, 100% fiction. I made up the whole thing. In fact, the characters actually belong to Jerry Bruckheimer & Disney. Notes: For madame_d, who wanted Jack/Will and Will's bandanna. This is what she got..
"What hat?" Will decided it was safer to respond to the question and ignore the comments. "Your hat," Jack said, as if that was supposed to explain everything. "The big one. With the feather. Big feather. Nice hat." "Oh, that. That hat's been gone for a while now. Besides," Will said, a sardonic smile curling his lips, "it wouldn't be the best attire for this ship." "Ah, right. That underwater thing." Jack made a face, looking for all the world as if he'd tasted something bad. He shuddered, tried to peer down his nose at Will. Or rather, at Will and that silly bandanna wrapped around his head. "That's not a proper hat for a pirate, mate." "Not a pirate," Will countered, that smile still in place as he crossed his arms over his chest and watched Jack look around the Dutchman. "And a hat would be too fussy for what I do now." "Right, right." Jack peered around again, then sidled up to Will with an ingratiating smile. "How's your bonnie lass?" "Elizabeth was well last I saw her," Will replied, looking at Jack with more than a touch of suspicion now. "She was in Singapore." "Is that so?" A sly look crossed Jack's face so fast that Will wasn't entirely sure he'd seen it. "And does she like...that...not-hat you're sporting?" Will rolled his eyes. "She likes it well enough." "Pirate needs a proper hat," Jack muttered, but not low enough to prevent Will from hearing. "Pirate," Will said, with a smirk as he flicked Jack's hat. "Not pirate," he continued, pointing to himself, fingers touching the scar that drew a jagged line down his chest. Jack's eyes dropped to the scar, and he shuddered, again looking as if he'd tasted something foul. "Right, then," he said, clapping his hands together. "Where's the rum on this ship?"
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