Drabble and a half - Stuck (for the Relief prompt)
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“Anybody?”
A cold foreboding crept over him, as Will’s cries went unheeded. Something was dreadfully wrong, had to be. He glanced once more at the Black Pearl, tossed carelessly on shore like a child’s forgotten toy. Jack would never have abandoned her thus, not willingly.
A familiar item caught his eye, incongruous with the surrounding primitive jungle.
“Gibbs!”
Will followed the line that snaked through the thicket, until…
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Awakening from his drug-induced slumber, Will set eyes on the one person he had hoped, nay, prayed was still alive.
“Jack!”
Relief swept over him, along with the realization that Jack held power once more over his fate, as he had in the caves, when Barbossa would have sacrificed him to the heathen gods.
And once again, Jack was thrust into a position of delicacy, playing his role to perfection... If it weren't for his eyes revealing his quiet desperation.
“Save me!”
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