Me Hate
"Jack." Elizabeth leaned over onto him, gripping her bottle of rum.
"Mmhmm?" Was the reply she received through the bottle that was currently attached to his lips.
"I'll teach you the song, if you tell me something."
The bottle came down with a slight 'pop' noise. "Oh good!" He grinned at her.
"Why do you like your hat so much?"
His frown was accompanied by a nose twitch.
"Fine, I wont teach it to you then." Elizabeth huffed.
Grumbling, Jack stood up. Was he going to leave?
"Jack…"
He cleared his throat. Her eyes widened, he was actually going to tell her. Jack suddenly plopped right back down on his ass, this time in front of Elizabeth. The hat in question, was taken off of his head.
"My hat."
She nodded.
"Well, you see, me hat as three corners." He slowly spun it. "Three corner has me hat." Her eyes narrowed. "If me hat didn't have three corners, it wouldn't be my hat." Jack plopped it back onto his face, covering. "That's why I like it so much."
Elizabeth pushed him backwards into the oncoming water.