Livin' La Vida Dorka (were_lemur) wrote in potc_canon_fic,
Livin' La Vida Dorka
were_lemur
potc_canon_fic

Will's New Hat

This fic is rated: G
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters: Will Turner, John Brown
Summary: Will's not the only one who's more than meets the eye.
For turningpirate's tag challenge; I was tagged with the "musketeer" hat. I tag mamazano with the leather coat from DMC
Word Count: 300
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc_fic, turningpirate
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Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!

As Will came down the stairs, John Brown looked up from his bottle of rum. "What's with the long face? You look like you're on your way to a hanging."

Will gave him a thin, bitter smile, but did not trust himself to reply.

"You're obviously not going to the forge, dressed like that."

"No." He'd been up all night, wrestling with himself, but he couldn't find a way he could live with himself if he didn't save Jack.

But could he really face Elizabeth -- and Norrington?

On the other hand, he definitely wasn't willing to die (and he wasn't fool enough to think much of his chances for survival) without telling her he loved her. Call it a deathbed confession, he thought bitterly.

But at least he'd be dying in something a tad more elegant than a blacksmith's bib.

"You'd be better off working," Brown told him. "It's a good business, blacksmithing, and you've got the talent for it." He smiled faintly. "I may have missed a lot, but I've seen the swords you made. They're masterpieces."

"Thank you," Will said. He felt strange, light, almost unreal.

"If you wanted, you could take over when I retire." Brown looked sad. "But I suppose it wouldn't do for your Miss Swann."

"She's already promised to another."

"True." Brown lifted his bottle as if he was about to take a swig from it, but then shook his head and set it down. "Come here, boy."

Will followed the man into his bedroom. He was surprised when Brown opened one of the drawers and pulled out a hat festooned with feathers. He handed it to Will. "A bit old-fashioned, but it should do."

"Where did you ... ?

Brown gave him an odd, bittersweet smile. "I wasn't always a blacksmith, boy."
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