Disclaimer: Keeping it short and simple. You know what this is supposed to say.
Word Count: A little over a hundred, sorry. I couldn't get it quite even; 158.
Poison
Guilt-stricken and distressed, she looks back at the men that have tasted her lips, and she theirs. And then she remembers their fates, the tragic fates that had befallen each of them. Jack Sparrow, the pirate that had survived death itself: taken to Davy Jones' locker with the aid of her deceiving kiss. James Norrington, the man that had once proposed to her: stabbed through the heart moments after pressing his lips to hers in farewell. Sao Feng, the great pirate lord: destroyed by a fatal splinter from the attacking Dutchman mere seconds after forcing his own kiss onto her.
And then she remembers Will Turner, and his fate. But she also remembers more than one kiss from him, many more than the other men ever had. And so she comes to a conclusion: she was very lucky that the only man to survive her toxic kiss more than once was the only man she wanted to kiss.