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fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
spoilers: Dead Man's Chest.... yeah. Not really, though.
rating: PG
ships: Jack/Random Wench
summary: A woman in Tortuga reflects on Captain Jack Sparrow.
notes: Inspired by this scene:
Lady 1: Captain Jack Sparrow?
Lady 2: Haven’t seen him in a month.
Lady 1: When you see him, will you give him a message? [slaps Will]
I have seen that movie far too many times for my own good, but I love it so much.
She hated Captain Jack Sparrow.
Hated him, hated him, hated him. There was nothing for it - Charity had never known anyone she hated as much as him. He was a thief, a blackguard, a rogue, a pirate-
Handsome and entirely charming.
No! She squashed any and all positive thoughts bout him to the back of her mind. She would mentally smack them into place later. Right now she was concentrating on what she was going to do to Jack Sparrow when she saw him again.
But his face kept coming back up to the front of her mind.
No! She hated him. She hated him. She hated him.
Keep thinking that, love.
That’s just not fair, she thought angrily at her mental specter of Jack Sparrow. You don’t get any say in how I feel.
He smiled at her.
Now she was infuriated. Visions of handing him over to the authorities and personally attending his execution swam tantalizlingly through her mind. Then her mental Jack Sparrow waved them away.
Suppressing a very unladylike scream of rage, she turned to the nearest person and slapped him, hard.
Smiling now, she thought, I should get more practice. I’ll be ready for him.
(200 words)
spoilers: Dead Man's Chest.... yeah. Not really, though.
rating: PG
ships: Jack/Random Wench
summary: A woman in Tortuga reflects on Captain Jack Sparrow.
notes: Inspired by this scene:
Lady 1: Captain Jack Sparrow?
Lady 2: Haven’t seen him in a month.
Lady 1: When you see him, will you give him a message? [slaps Will]
I have seen that movie far too many times for my own good, but I love it so much.
She hated Captain Jack Sparrow.
Hated him, hated him, hated him. There was nothing for it - Charity had never known anyone she hated as much as him. He was a thief, a blackguard, a rogue, a pirate-
Handsome and entirely charming.
No! She squashed any and all positive thoughts bout him to the back of her mind. She would mentally smack them into place later. Right now she was concentrating on what she was going to do to Jack Sparrow when she saw him again.
But his face kept coming back up to the front of her mind.
No! She hated him. She hated him. She hated him.
Keep thinking that, love.
That’s just not fair, she thought angrily at her mental specter of Jack Sparrow. You don’t get any say in how I feel.
He smiled at her.
Now she was infuriated. Visions of handing him over to the authorities and personally attending his execution swam tantalizlingly through her mind. Then her mental Jack Sparrow waved them away.
Suppressing a very unladylike scream of rage, she turned to the nearest person and slapped him, hard.
Smiling now, she thought, I should get more practice. I’ll be ready for him.
(200 words)