"I'm waiting Jack…"
Jack took a long swig of rum and winced. It was bad enough getting dragged around town by Giselle to go buy a dress. It was another to ask him about his opinion on the bloody thing. Pirates and fashion defiantly didn't mix.
In all honesty, the dress did not flatter Giselle's curves at all. It was one of those big poofing dresses that made the bottom look like a circus tent.
He could tell the truth and earn a slap, or he could come up with a good lie and risk getting a bigger slap later.
"What are you talking about; of course you don't look fat."
Author's Note: Okey-Dokey, that was quick. Please let me know what you think!
Dedication: This is dedicated to Nytd for keeping me entertained with Barbossa fics and for always making me laugh. Have a happy holiday everyone!
Disclaimer: I do not own PotC yada, yada, yada...