Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, despite all my attempts to find a way to be able to. This is just a work of my imagination running away from me.
Rating: G
Summary: The Swanns and Will get a very brief visit from their favorite pirate.
Visitor
"Milord, you have a visitor." Governor Swann stood up from the sofa in the drawing room where Elizabeth, Will, and he had been talking.
"I wonder who that could be. I wasn't expecting anyone." Weatherby headed off to the entryway to greet the unexpected guest, leaving Will and Elizabeth to stare lovingly into each other's eyes and wishing that the Governor hadn't insisted on such a long courting period before the wedding. The loving staring contest was interrupted by the Governor's exclamation of, "My word!" coming from the other room.
"Thanks for the 'ello, mate!" came a different, yet completely unforgettable voice. A second later, in walked Captain Jack Sparrow and Mr. Gibbs, followed closely by an extremely distraught Weatherby Swann.
"Jack! Uh, excuse me, Captain Jack!" Elizabeth squealed happily. "What in the world are you doing here?"
"Yes, do tell," added a slightly cooler Will, who took some of the sting out of the tone by adding a little smile.
"No, don't tell, just leave before the navy detects your presence," added Governor Swann, then sniffing, "or your particular odor."
"I couldn't 'elp but check in on the 'appy couple when I heard the news of their impending union," Jack replied to the promised couple and, though he didn't verbally acknowledge Swann, took a sniff at himself and shot the man a slight glare. A flash of red caught Gibb's eye.
"Err, Captain?"
"What Gibbs? Can you not see that I'm attempting a felicitous reuniting of ole 'earties? You know, someone or other that was at some time or another quite important once said that it's bad luck to have more than one pirate in a Governor's drawing room. So why don't ye find the kitchen and sample some of the delicious victuals that I can smell being prepared?"
"Aye cap'in. But might I suggest ye follow me iff'in there be a back exit in there, seeing as how there's a number of lobsters heading this way?"
"What?! Why didn't ye say something before? Run man, run!"
Gibbs departed with a, "Good day to ye's Mr. Turner. Miss Swann. Governor. Oh, and congratulations!" Jack and Gibbs made a hasty exit from the mansion and left a smirking Governor, a blacksmith rolling his eyes, and a giggling governor's daughter in their wake.
