I Knew Ms. Swann Had A Thing For Jack Sparrow!

This is an excerpt from Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl, though slightly modified by me. I thought it was funny. :]

                Hands tied, kicked off a plank and plunged into oceans of vast proportions, Captain Jack Sparrow, a pirate who was one of the targets of an unhealthy mutiny, struggled to keep himself above the shifting line of breathing and otherwise. He slid the rope binding his hands against his sword.

            It was a very thin rope, evidently, as it took only seconds to cut while underwater.

            Jack surfaced, swimming towards the island, which was intended to be the island Jack was to be left on. The intenders were Hector Barbossa and his buccaneer crew.

            Also, before Jack, Elizabeth Swann had been forced off the plank, except, hands untied.

            They were, both of them, swimming towards the island.

            They were, both of them, very unlucky.

            So it goes.

 

            Bent, slumped over, walking up the shores of said island, Captain Jack Sparrow caught up with Elizabeth, who was sitting on the beach, pondering solutions.

            He shook excess water dripping from his clothes as he walked, passing Elizabeth.

 

            She stood, and started in his wake.

            "Jack?" she said. "What are we going to do?"

            Jack said nothing. Elizabeth caught up with him.

            "We have to do something."

            Jack stopped.

            "Unless you have a mast and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice of yours," he said, looking her up and down. "Unlikely. We shall do nothing."

            Jack knocked on a tree, pressing his head against it. He then took a counted number of steps to a designated spot and started jumping on it.

            "Jack, you escaped before, didn't you? Are you not the pirate I've read about--the famous Captain Jack Sparrow?"

            "I was here for a grand total of three days, all right?" said Jack, opening a trap door and walking down into it. "I was picked up by a ship; this happened to be an island an old pub owner used to use to store his rum and all."

            He came back up with two bottles  of rum.

            "He's long since been out of business. You probably have your bloody friend Norrington to thank for that," said Jack, offering one of the bottles to Elizabeth.

 

            She looked at him in awe.

            "So that's it, huh?" she said. "You just sat here, on your rump for three days drinking rum?"

            He nodded, drinking from one of the bottles.

            "That's it; that's what the amazing Jack Sparrow came up with, isn't it?" she said.

            "Welcome to the Caribbean, love," said Jack, once again offering a bottle to her.

            She looked at him, then at the bottle, in thought. An imaginary light bulb lit up above her head as she took the bottle from him.

 

 

*          *          *

 

            Captain Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swann danced around a fire, singing, so drunkenly, a variety of pirate folk songs. It was nighttime now.

 

            They fell.

            "I love this song!" proclaimed Jack, referring to one of the songs. "When I get the Pearl back, I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew!"

            "And you will be positively the most fearsome pirate in all the Caribbean!"

            "Not only the Caribbean, love. The world."

            Jack looked forward with a glint of drunk aspiration, into the endless night. He extended his arm and placed it on the shoulder of Elizabeth's, opposite himself.

            "Now, Mr. Sparrow, I'm not sure I've have enough rum to allow that kind of behavior."

            Jack lifted his rum in the air, proposing a toast.

            "To the world," said Elizabeth.

            "To the Pearl," said Jack.

 

            Bottoms were, from that point, up, or, at least, in Jack's case. Elizabeth put her bottle down, watching Jack fall over, dropping his bottle. She looked at him, his eyes closed wondering. . .

 

            "Something on my face, love?" said Jack, opening one eye.

            "N-nothing," she said, stammering. "I was just admiring your peaceful manner when you're asleep."

            "My manner is better admired from a different point of view, darling," he said.

            "And what point of view would that be?"

            "Would you like me to show you?"

            "I. . ."

            Further on is no longer P.G., so this is where it ends. :P

Author's Note

For the sake of knowing, I intended to end this piece where it was ended at. I find a bit of humor in the fact that the reader may write onwards in their minds and end up making the scene into something entirely worthy of the title, smut. Again, this was intended.

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very entertaining. I haven't watched that movie in a long time. now I have to wonder if she really DID do him during the movie =] made my day, thumbs up! -flame