This story shall be about MY version of what happened in POTC. They shall be discussions that SHOULD or MAY HAVE happened, behind the scenes when no one was looking. Starting with the ones Jack and Elizabeth had when they were marooned on the island.
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC.
'Of Corsets and Rum'
"Ever heard of a woman named Veronica Baff?" asked Jack distractedly as he and Elizabeth sat down, defeated, on the warm sand.
"No." said Elizabeth in an exhasperated voice. She was getting tired of the endless, meaningless, not to mention annoying, questions.
"What?"
"No!"
"WHAT?!"
"NO I DON'T FASING KNOW WHO VERONICA BAFF IS!!!"
Jack leaned back. "Woah."
He thought for a moment. "Did you say 'fasing'?"
"No..."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't"
"What?"
"Ugh."
Elizabeth stormed off and ran as fast as she could away from Jack.
Just when she had looked back to see nothing but sand and trees behind her, she turned around and there, sitting on the beach drawing turtles on the sand, was Jack.
"Not all that big, is it?" asked Jack with a grin.
"If you talk to me one more time," said Elizabeth in her warning voice. "I will kick sand in yur fasing face."
"So you did say 'fasing'. What's with that?" said Jack.
Elizabeth kicked sand into his face.
There was a muffled "AGH!" as Elizabeth stormed off, and Jack was left trying to pick sand, grain by grain, out of his lovely hair.
When he was almost finished, Elizabeth casually mentioned, "You could have washed it off in the water."
Jack narrowed his eyes at her and waded into the water.
Elizabeth smirked.
"This girl has got to be the worst company I've ever experienced." muttered Jack to himself.
"Why?!" asked Elizabeth to herself, in frustration. "Why is it me?! FASE!!!"
"Seriously," said Jack, coming back. "What does 'fase' mean?"
"It's the polite way of saying... F-U-C-K."
"Ah. Wait, what does that spell?"
"I can't say it."
"Why?"
"Because it's a bad word."
"There's no one here to hear it but me."
"But you should already know it."
"Give me the definition."
"It can mean donkey hole-"
"'Donkey hole'?"
"Well I can't say the other word."
"JUST SAY IT FOR GOD'S SAKES!"
"Fine. FUCK!!! Happy now?"
"What?"
"OH MY GOOD LORD! WHY ME?!"
"...what?..."
Elizabeth kicked some more sand into his face.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!!!!!! WHHY!!!!!!" screamed Jack.
Once again, Jack walked into the ocean, and washed the sand out.
And then Elizabeth kicked more sand at him.
Jack just gave up after the seventeenth time this had happened.
"Seriously, you need like, anger management or something."
"This is anger management. And I have to say I'm enjoying it." Elizabeth shot back.
"Fine. I was going to give you some of my rum, but since you're being such a, a, a," he thought for a moment.
"Whorey-Bitch-faced-feces-ass-fucking-fucker-mofo-penis-eater, I guess I wont."
He turned up his nose and Elizabeth kicked more sand onto him.
"Pretty soon you'll have kicked all the sand off the island, and we'll both sink." said Jack after Elizabeth had stopped kicking sand into his face.
"I'll be glad when that day comes." replied Elizabeth. "Then You'll die and I won't have to be around you."
"I'm pretty sure that you'll die first, as I am a far better and more experienced swimmer."
"Shut up."
"What?"
And once AGAIN she kicked sand onto his face.
"This is getting a bit tired you know." said Jack.
Elizabeth kicked sand on him one last time, only this time a crab was with the sand, and it latched itself to Jack's ear, leaving him screaming painfully.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was all Elizabeth could hear for the next four and a half hours, so she decided to help him at last.
"Here." she sighed and she pried off the crab, and even though Jack made it through, his ear was a bright red, and he was sure it would remain that way for a while.
Jack took out a few bottles of rum.
Elizabeth was getting thirsty, so she asked for one.
"Will you kick sand at me again?" asked Jack cautiously.
"No."
So they both drank until Jack got drunk and Elizabeth burned all the food, the shade, and, GOOD LORD NO, the RUM.
You know what happened next...
So I thought that was pretty good. The part where Jack was partially deaf came from me.
Today, I could not hear anything anyone said to me. They had to repeat it like 5 times before I finally heard, then I would say "Oh" and go along with it.
lol, so this was okay.
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC.
'Of Corsets and Rum'
"Ever heard of a woman named Veronica Baff?" asked Jack distractedly as he and Elizabeth sat down, defeated, on the warm sand.
"No." said Elizabeth in an exhasperated voice. She was getting tired of the endless, meaningless, not to mention annoying, questions.
"What?"
"No!"
"WHAT?!"
"NO I DON'T FASING KNOW WHO VERONICA BAFF IS!!!"
Jack leaned back. "Woah."
He thought for a moment. "Did you say 'fasing'?"
"No..."
"Yes you did."
"No I didn't"
"What?"
"Ugh."
Elizabeth stormed off and ran as fast as she could away from Jack.
Just when she had looked back to see nothing but sand and trees behind her, she turned around and there, sitting on the beach drawing turtles on the sand, was Jack.
"Not all that big, is it?" asked Jack with a grin.
"If you talk to me one more time," said Elizabeth in her warning voice. "I will kick sand in yur fasing face."
"So you did say 'fasing'. What's with that?" said Jack.
Elizabeth kicked sand into his face.
There was a muffled "AGH!" as Elizabeth stormed off, and Jack was left trying to pick sand, grain by grain, out of his lovely hair.
When he was almost finished, Elizabeth casually mentioned, "You could have washed it off in the water."
Jack narrowed his eyes at her and waded into the water.
Elizabeth smirked.
"This girl has got to be the worst company I've ever experienced." muttered Jack to himself.
"Why?!" asked Elizabeth to herself, in frustration. "Why is it me?! FASE!!!"
"Seriously," said Jack, coming back. "What does 'fase' mean?"
"It's the polite way of saying... F-U-C-K."
"Ah. Wait, what does that spell?"
"I can't say it."
"Why?"
"Because it's a bad word."
"There's no one here to hear it but me."
"But you should already know it."
"Give me the definition."
"It can mean donkey hole-"
"'Donkey hole'?"
"Well I can't say the other word."
"JUST SAY IT FOR GOD'S SAKES!"
"Fine. FUCK!!! Happy now?"
"What?"
"OH MY GOOD LORD! WHY ME?!"
"...what?..."
Elizabeth kicked some more sand into his face.
"NOOOOO!!!!!!!! MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR!!!!!! WHHY!!!!!!" screamed Jack.
Once again, Jack walked into the ocean, and washed the sand out.
And then Elizabeth kicked more sand at him.
Jack just gave up after the seventeenth time this had happened.
"Seriously, you need like, anger management or something."
"This is anger management. And I have to say I'm enjoying it." Elizabeth shot back.
"Fine. I was going to give you some of my rum, but since you're being such a, a, a," he thought for a moment.
"Whorey-Bitch-faced-feces-ass-fucking-fucker-mofo-penis-eater, I guess I wont."
He turned up his nose and Elizabeth kicked more sand onto him.
"Pretty soon you'll have kicked all the sand off the island, and we'll both sink." said Jack after Elizabeth had stopped kicking sand into his face.
"I'll be glad when that day comes." replied Elizabeth. "Then You'll die and I won't have to be around you."
"I'm pretty sure that you'll die first, as I am a far better and more experienced swimmer."
"Shut up."
"What?"
And once AGAIN she kicked sand onto his face.
"This is getting a bit tired you know." said Jack.
Elizabeth kicked sand on him one last time, only this time a crab was with the sand, and it latched itself to Jack's ear, leaving him screaming painfully.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was all Elizabeth could hear for the next four and a half hours, so she decided to help him at last.
"Here." she sighed and she pried off the crab, and even though Jack made it through, his ear was a bright red, and he was sure it would remain that way for a while.
Jack took out a few bottles of rum.
Elizabeth was getting thirsty, so she asked for one.
"Will you kick sand at me again?" asked Jack cautiously.
"No."
So they both drank until Jack got drunk and Elizabeth burned all the food, the shade, and, GOOD LORD NO, the RUM.
You know what happened next...
So I thought that was pretty good. The part where Jack was partially deaf came from me.
Today, I could not hear anything anyone said to me. They had to repeat it like 5 times before I finally heard, then I would say "Oh" and go along with it.
lol, so this was okay.