Will Turner was sleeping peacefully in his bed. Little did he know that his wife, Elizabeth Turner, was at that moment
climbing out their bedroom window. Waiting for her below was her secret lover, Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Jack," she said, her hushed voice full of lust and passion contained too long.
She lifted her skirts as she climbed down the vines, intertwining up the side of the house, and Jack caught a glimpse of
her knees in the moonlight. He would have swooned, if he had been a woman, but as he was, he just said, "Savvy," topping
even Elizabeth's lustful passion. She leapt the last few feet and he caught her around the waist. "It's been a long time,"
he said as he kissed her on her smooth velvet lips.
"That island day seems so long ago," she said.
"I brought the rum," he said exitedly. "But I had a slight problem with getting a horse. I had to bring an ass instead."
"It wouldn't matter if I were on a chicken, as long as I were with you!" she murmured.
He tossed her lightly aboard his faithful brown ass. "Shall we be off, my sweet?" he asked, leaping up behind.
They rode off into the deep moonlight, thus ripping her marriage asunder.
Will woke up quickly and said, "Elizabeth! Help me, Elizabeth! Do your best to pluck this snake from my breast! Oh my,
that was a terrible dream. I'm shaking. Elizabeth? What, removed? No sound, no word? Ah, she must be visiting the
chamber pot. Very well." Thus he fell into a deep sleep.
[{Author's apology: I'm sorry. I'm writing from my center. It's supposed to be freeing. Ask Jason Franklin. He's my teacher; he's been in movies. Anyway. On with the corny show.}]
climbing out their bedroom window. Waiting for her below was her secret lover, Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Jack," she said, her hushed voice full of lust and passion contained too long.
She lifted her skirts as she climbed down the vines, intertwining up the side of the house, and Jack caught a glimpse of
her knees in the moonlight. He would have swooned, if he had been a woman, but as he was, he just said, "Savvy," topping
even Elizabeth's lustful passion. She leapt the last few feet and he caught her around the waist. "It's been a long time,"
he said as he kissed her on her smooth velvet lips.
"That island day seems so long ago," she said.
"I brought the rum," he said exitedly. "But I had a slight problem with getting a horse. I had to bring an ass instead."
"It wouldn't matter if I were on a chicken, as long as I were with you!" she murmured.
He tossed her lightly aboard his faithful brown ass. "Shall we be off, my sweet?" he asked, leaping up behind.
They rode off into the deep moonlight, thus ripping her marriage asunder.
Will woke up quickly and said, "Elizabeth! Help me, Elizabeth! Do your best to pluck this snake from my breast! Oh my,
that was a terrible dream. I'm shaking. Elizabeth? What, removed? No sound, no word? Ah, she must be visiting the
chamber pot. Very well." Thus he fell into a deep sleep.
[{Author's apology: I'm sorry. I'm writing from my center. It's supposed to be freeing. Ask Jason Franklin. He's my teacher; he's been in movies. Anyway. On with the corny show.}]