Notes: This is the 2004 Christmas triple drabble for Heather :)

'Curse the boy.' It was Christmas Eve and Will Turner was nowhere to be found. Dusk came, and with it fear. What if something had happened to him? Jack's heart clenched inside his chest. He couldn't lose him. Not after going through so much to get him.

Cotton had walked up to Jack, and now his parrot screeched into the captain's ear, "Port Royal, Port Royal."

Whirling around, Jack glared at the annoying animal. 'Wait a minute...' Shifting his gaze to the sailor, he questioned, "You mean Turner is in town?" At Cotton's nod, Jack grinned. Nothing bad could befall Will with Norrington watching over him. If only to make sure that Will didn't change his mind concerning Elizabeth.

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It was a few hours later that the planks of the captain's cabin creaked beneath Will's feet. Before the blacksmith knew what was happening, he was pinned to the wall. "You'll never leave this ship again without me knowing where you're going, savvy?"

Brown eyes sparkled, and Will drew Jack's head down to his for a heated kiss. "I've brought you a present," he panted once lack of air had forced them apart.

Jack could barely stop himself from saying something sappy like, 'You're the only present I want.' Instead he muttered, "And what is it, lad?"

Laughing, Will revealed a large box he'd been hiding behind his back. Grabbing it, Jack placed it upon the bed and opened it. Gaping, he stared at the magnificent sword that now gleamed in the candlelight. "Oh, Will..."

Chuckling, Will took hold of Jack's hand. Placing it over his own crotch, he murmured huskily, "Here is my second gift, another sword. And this one needs to be sheathed..."

'Merry Christmas, Jack!' was his last thought before proceeding to take care of Will's second gift.