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New Worlds - Havana	By : danglingdingle Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Slash - Male/Male > Jack/Will Views: 1459 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Does he have to keep doing that?”

The blonde American woman asked the waiter, looking down her nose at the adjoining table. “Our travel agent assured us this was the finest hotel in Havana, and yet we find ourselves seated next to these horrible people. I cannot believe your establishment allows that sort to dine here. I demand you remove them, or I will go to the Tourist Counsel and lodge a complaint!” Her voice rose to a shrill pitch, catching the attention of the other diners around her.

The object of the woman’s scorn and obvious disgust was at the moment deeply engrossed in telling a tale to his captivated audience.

“And there they were, Davy Jones, Captain of the Flying Dutchman, fighting on the yardarm against the infamous pirate, Captain Sparrow.”

“Captain Sparrow? Any relation?” Marta asked, raising a skeptical but elegantly shaped eyebrow.

“I’m told I’m a spitting image of him,” Jack said, with a wink for Will. “So there they were, meeting blow for blow, their swords clashing as the raging maelstrom swirled beneath them,” he continued, with a flourish.

Jack had skewered one of the baby octopi on the tip of his knife, and it was now dancing across the rim of the paella pan, a plastic cocktail sword in hand, battling against an olive-headed fork opponent in a furious fight to the death.

“Meanwhile,” Will added in an ominous voice, getting into the spirit of the moment, “the cursed crew of the Dutchman were fighting the other pirates in hand to…fin combat.” He danced a prawn menacingly towards Mercedes, who shrieked and giggled at the antics.

The couple at the next table watched with open contempt. “They are nothing but barbarians,” the man growled.

His wife gasped in horror as she watched Jack deal the death blow, decapitating the octopus head with a swipe of the cocktail sword, sending the diminutive cephalopod flying through the air to land neatly in her martini with a splash.

“Oh! Oh!!” She leapt up, hurrying to wipe the drink off her gown, her husband clumsily trying to help.

The waiter rushed to assist, signaling for a busboy to fetch the maitre’d.

“Sorry!” Jack called to the woman, flashing a golden grin her way.

“This is an outrage!” The woman’s face turned red as she sputtered. “I have never seen such, such… such grievous behavior in my life!”

The maitre’d quickly reassured the American couple they’d be duly compensated, with their dinner and drinks on the house. Handing them a handful of casino chips, he apologized profusely and quickly escorted them to another table. Then, with thunder in his eyes he stalked back across the dining room.

“Captain Sparrow, I am going to have to ask you and your guests to leave the premises at once.”

Jack waved a hand towards the crowded room and said cordially, “No worries, my dear Claudio. We were just going.” He rose and pulled out the chair for Marta. “My friends have promised to show us around your lovely city.” He fished in his pocket and pulled out a $50 bill, reached for Claudio’s hand and shook it, clasping his own hands around the monetary apology with a wink, “Perhaps this will make up for the earful you’re bound to hear.”

Claudio kept his stern face but gave Jack a wink in return. “I am sure the management will see to it that the Americans are amply compensated for any inconveniences.”

Will helped Mercedes with her wrap and the four of them made their way towards the door, their path taking them past the table where the disgruntled tourists had been relocated. As they passed Jack leaned over with a light touch on the woman’s shoulder, and whispered loudly.

“It’s pronounced egregious.”

****

“So what do we do now?” Will asked Jack, once they reached the lobby of the hotel.

Jack nodded his head towards the reception desk. “Find a new hotel, for starters.” He chuckled and added, obviously indulging in a shared memory, “I wager we have once again overstayed our welcome.”

Marta sniffed, seeming like she felt they should have never chosen such a bourgeois establishment in the first place.

“Does this happen often?” Mercedes asked innocently.

“Jack has a tendency to see rules as mostly guidelines.” Will gave her a ghost of a smile. “And a low tolerance for them being arbitrarily enforced,” his smile adapting a whole different feel when he turned to see Jack strolling back with his arms spread wide and his head tilted with glee, as if to wonder, ‘What can I do?’

Jack, having returned from settling the bill, overheard this last statement and laughed. “Rules, written by the privileged to keep the undesirables from getting too close to the privileged, while the privileged give not a thought to the fact that it is the undesirables who give them the privilege of being the privileged to begin with.”

“Exactly! The rich oppressing the poor,” Marta said vehemently, no longer able to contain her revolutionary fervor. “Imperialist pigs. That is who stays here.”

“And you’re convinced that everyone who stays at this hotel is an imperialist pig.” Clearly put off by the sudden outburst, Jack withdrew his arm he’d intended to offer to his date.

“They’re all corrupt, these people.” Marta said, waving an arm around the crowded lobby. “All these fucking Americans. Absolutely corrupt. They are the ones who keep Batista in power and make him rich while he fucks the country and keeps everyone poor.” She crossed her arms and added, “They’ll be the first to go come the revolution.”

Exchanging baffled looks with Jack, Will attempted to calm the strident woman down.

“Jack and I did not come here to oppress anyone. And I am sure these other people didn’t either,” he said, trying to keep the exasperation out of his voice. “A simple vacation is all we had in mind.”

“Simple?” She raised her voice, causing more than a few heads to turn their way. “You come here for what? To gamble? To spend your filthy Yankee dollars on sex shows? You are no better than the others.”

Jack gritted his teeth, and grasping her elbow, steered the irate woman towards the front doors with a clear warning in his sharp whisper. “We are going to leave now,quietly. Or would you rather have us all arrested for disturbing the peace?”

Once outside, Jack flagged down a taxi, and unceremoniously deposited Marta in the back seat. Leaning to the driver’s window, Jack held out a handful of dollarsand instructed him in a low growl, “Take these women wherever it is they are going.”

“Cowardly bourgeois pig!” Marta spat.

Jack bowed with a flourish. “I wish I could say it has been a pleasure.”

Mercedes turned troubled eyes from her friend to the men. “Thank you, Captain Sparrow, Captain Turner.” She smiled sadly , “I had a wonderful time.” Glancing down shyly, Mercedes then looked back up and added in a cheered tone, “I hope the pirates won.”

This as their departing words, Will and Jack watched as the cab pulled away from the curb and headed down the drive. Signaling for another, Jack suddenly looked weary, the weight of the ages upon his shoulders when he sought to brush his hand on Will’s consolingly. “Did they?”

Havana was no longer a peaceful paradise.

****

Fuck this shit.

Jack tapped on the taxi driver’s shoulder and said curtly, “We’ve changed plans. Take us to Cojimar.”

“But Señor,” the cabbie said, “it is many miles away.”

“This should get us there.” Jack stuffed several large bills into the startled man’s breast pocket, his patience running thin. “That should cover any fares you might miss tonight.”

“Sí, Señor,” the driver beamed, putting the car in gear and merging into the night’s traffic. “A lovely night for a seaside drive.”

Settling back in the seat, Jack surreptitiously intertwined his fingers in Will’s and wearily closed his eyes, resting his head on the back of the seat. Squeezing Will’s hand gently, he murmured, “I promise to make it up to you.”

Will ran his thumb along the back of Jack’s hand in lazy circles. “I have seen worse. I only hope you are not thinking I…”

Shaking his head with a warning look, Jack changed the subject. “I hope the fishing is as good as they say in the tourist books,” he said loudly, nodding casually towards the cab driver, who seemed inordinately interested in their conversation. Sliding his hand unobtrusively from Will’s, Jack fished a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it with flourish.

“Lovely, isn’t it?”

Jack gestured to the view as the sped along the Malecón. Up ahead, the dark outline of the Morro fortress overlooked the moonlit bay, the lantern of the lighthouse setting a languid rhythm as it glowed and dimmed and glowed again.

Will nodded, the sight of the peaceful water helping to soothe his troubled mind. The two men settled into an easy silence, their fingers again, as if on their own accord, finding each others’ in the darkened cab, the simple contact grounding them both.

Jack stared out the window without seeing. How did it come to all this? A simple holiday, that was all he’d hoped for, time to spend with Will, a respite, away from all the death and despair that came with his duties as the Ferryman. A chance to reacquaint with one another, to be in peace, blessed peace, without the worries of the worlds, and what was left of the worlds that still plagued them, was to be talked and talked about, and finally, put to rest.

They would leave Havana. Put this town to their rudder, set sail for Key West on the morning tide. Away from the craziness that had come over Cuba, far away from the inevitable bloodshed that would surely erupt, as it always did. They’d seen enough of that, enough conflict in their many years, quite enough to last them several lifetimes.

Perhaps they’d visit again one day, when life had returned to normal on the innocent island. But for now, Havana had lost its charm. Robbed of it by power – hungry hands greedily scraping at every inch of the bottom, and throwing what they found carelessly aside, since nothing would ever be enough.

Sighing, Jack leaned back and gave Will’s hand a squeeze, the rejoining caress banishing Jack’s anxiety, and carrying his mind into marveling once again at how just the slightest touch of those fingers could erase and smooth out all his worries, ease all the burdens of daily life, distilling all time into one moment, one touch, one heart.

One soul.
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