They sat beneath twin palms, staring out at the vacant blue vista. Jack nudged her linen-draped leg with the near empty bottle.
"Your turn, Miss Swann. Give over or take a swig."
She shot him a withering glance that ricocheted off some bit of shine woven into his impossible hair.
"The deep blue sea," she said, eyes scanning the horizon once again.
"Doesn't count. Can't use the word sea or ocean." He dropped the bottle into her lap. "Drink up."
She took a mouthful of the vile liquid, one step further from her goal of getting him drunk.
"The briny deep."
"The Caribbean," Elizabeth countered quickly, setting the bottle down between them.
"No proper names, luv. Here you go. Down the hatch!"
"Stop making up rules as we go along!" She would have moved away from him in a huff, had she been able to convince her legs that it was possible. Instead, she took up the bottle again.
Her outburst went un-noted.
"The bounding main." The words were automatic, his attention focused on the place where the Pearl had disappeared from sight several hours earlier. The unguarded sadness in his eyes caused her heart to ache.
"I don't want to play any more, Jack," she murmured, pressing the bottle into his hand. "Drink?"
"Eh?" Shaking his head slightly, he turned to look at her, eyes bright once again. "Finally, Miss Swann! One would think you had never played at word games before! That would make it my turn, I believe?"
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June 18, 2005 BPS Drabble Challenge: Drink