See, but that's why Dead Drunk Will works for me. I can believe that someone who is that, um, neuter (Johnny Depp had the right idea with the whole eunuch thing) and neutral can get more interesting when intoxicated. (God knows that was true of one of my college roommates, although there's such a thing as "too interesting.") In other words, enough rum and I can suspend my disbelief in a non-wooden Will enough to enjoy the story.

My favorite story containing Will, though, is one in which he doesn't have sex (it's a Jack/Norrington, and I don't think I've used it here yet). The author perfectly captures canon Will's tone - he's by turns dense, self-righteous, and the irritating kind of sweet. I snicker in unkind glee whenever I read it.

(And please let's not talk about the corset-pain line. I've been working so hard to eradicate it from my memory.)