Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean, and recognizable names of the characters, events, items and places therein, are the property of Disney Enterprises, Inc. and Jerry Bruckheimer Films. The film Casino Royale is the property of Sony Pictures. Anchorman--The Legend of Ron Burgundy belongs to Dreamworks Video. No profit is made and no infringement intended.

Author's Note: These drabbles will not only be a response to the HideTheRum 25 Will/Elizabeth Drabble Challenge, but have an additional twist to it. I am also working on a challenge to write a Modern AU based off of How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days. The story will be an Elizabeth-POV that's more inspired than based off of the, as I'm taking lots of liberty with it. It's still very much in progress, but to whet the appetite for one of my first Modern AU attempts, all the drabbles here will be deleted scenes or Will-POV snippets on the forthcoming project, Writing on the Wall. Please enjoy. (And also note that I am working on all my other stories as well. My plot bunnies are mean to me.)

Patience
"Bearing situations calmly or without complaint."

Jack had never, ever looked more like he was going to die in a single instant than he did now. Ever. The oddest part about that had to be the fact that Will kept catching his, "Shoot me!" looks when he technically had a girl on every side.

Well, alright, maybe the plethora of glittery hair bands and wachamahoozits being stuck in every direction while the girls arranged his scraggly hair into something they obviously thought 'pretty' was a bit much. Jack mostly likely would forever rant and shudder at the mere mention of 'slumber parties' for the rest of either of their natural lives. That, Will was certain, would never be good for his mental or emotional sanity. But, he wasn't gonna lie, Jack looked stupid. No straight man should ever have so much pink in his hair. Ever. And no sane man should ever have so many tails and braids and... Those were the only two Will knew.

Maybe that was a good thing.

Still. It wasn't everyday that a man got to lean back and enjoy while Miss Lizzie Swann swept her fingers through his hair. Not only did Will discover, by chance, that even her knees smelt quite nice, but also if he gently tipped his head in one direction while she softly tugged and folded, something about whatever it was she was doing would end up not to her liking. Then she would have to run her full fingers and hands along his scalp to undo it and attempt once more at perfection. Again.

That. Felt. So good... Also, he was in charge of the TV and it's surprisingly large and tasteful selection of channels. Clearly, there was a God. And He had a sense of humor, which was all the better, as Will liked things better if he could laugh anyway. Jack wasn't liking being the butt of the joke—he didn't have the remote control his hand, though.

After much debate between whether he would prefer comedy or action tonight, he decided that he could use plenty extra doses of stereotypical masculinity for the moment and selected Casino Royale. Jack hissed a bit—he wanted Anchorman. Sucker. Will, for the matter, liked this part—the airport car chase. Physical combat, high speed vehicles, explosives... Oh, and just like he predicted, Elizabeth pulled away from his head, let out a small tsk of disapproval, and with her fingers splayed like a comb snaked her hands from the base of his neck to the end of his dark forest at the top of his forehead. Twice.

Jack could keep his misery—Will definitely wasn't complaining.