Dialogue Crack-drabble
Random piece of dialogue, or what happens when I disengage my logic circuits and then write...
Rating: I'll call it PG-13, I think.
'Pairing': Norrington/Sparrow/Gillette implied threesome. Mostly implied, anyhow.
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Norrington: Die foul fiend
Sparrow: Shan't.
Norrington: Gillette - burn his rum.
Sparrow: All right, all right. I'm dying already.
Norrington: Belay that, lieutenant. I want him clapped in irons instead.
Sparrow: I knew you were into bondage… Ouch! What was that for, luv?
Gillette: No flirting with the Commodore. He's mine.
Sparrow: But I want him. He's all… shiny.
Norrington: Considering that sodomy is, at present, illegal, I will just have to hang both of you.
Gillette: But sir! You can't do that!
Norrington: Would you prefer to hang for mutiny? I could arrange it, if you wish.
Sparrow: I don't like mutiny.
Gillette: He wasn't talking to you, pirate.
Sparrow: I'm well aware of that, thank you. Y'know luv, you're kind of cute too, without that wig.
Gillette: Without…? Sparrow, I'm going to kill you.
Norrington: I caught him first, he's mine.
Sparrow: I knew you wanted me.
Gillette: Commodore, Sparrow stole my wig.
Norrington: I noticed. He's right, Gillette - you are cute like that.
Sparrow: So. What do you pretty little navy boys say to a threesome?
Norrington: Sparrow. Aren't you supposed to be tied up?
Sparrow: Er… maybe?
Gillette: I die tie him up, sir.
Norrington: Do it again then.
Gillette: Aye aye sir.
Sparrow: But…
Norrington: You may remove his clothes first, if you wish.
Gillette: Aye aye sir.
Sparrow: Not too tight, please… oh.
Gillette: He is lovely like this, isn't he sir? You're not going to hang us then?
Norrington: That, lieutenant, depends entirely on your definition of the word. Strip.
Gillette: …
Norrington: Now, lieutenant.