Swann's Note: I have one word.

Random.

Completely. I mean, I was reading a random fic on here, and then-wow. I suddenly open WordPad and start typing random drabbles. Something I can admit I've never done before. Weird, eh?

Disclaimer: Ah think that if Ah go undeh the name o' Marie Rayne and act like Ah've got a Mississippian accent, Ah could try anotheh attempt at takin' oveh POTC-do ya think the accent needs a bit of work?

lalala RANDOM.

Ahem. I meant: Enjoy!

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Will stared at the vision before him in disgust. Really, how could anyone drink this? The smell was just bloody awful, and the bottle to which he was forced to drink out of...sickening! But, to salvage what little dignity he had left, in a filthy Tortugan bar, surrounded by filthy taunting pirates-

Will timidly reached out to the bottle of rum in front of him, and took a minute sip.

It actually wasn't that bad, he thought as he took another tiny sip, and smiled as the crowd cheered.

He was really living it up now.

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"...And then," Jack continued, "Running from fish-face, I floated out to a deserted island, I was captured by a group of cannibals-tried to bloody eat me, they did! So, that's where you come in, mate. And just as you ran off and saved ol' Captain Jack, I told those native, 'my children, you will always remember this as the day that you almost ate Captain. Jack. Sparrow!' An' with that, I went off to find the heart of Jones, kill his beast, an' tamed the beautiful 'Liz-"

"Captain Sparrow? Are you quite finished?" Elizabeth Swann's half-irritated, half-amused voice interupted Jack's monologue. He looked up to see his crew staring at him, and his audience to which he was presenting the tales of the great Captain Jack Sparrow - a large, scruffy dog with keys in it's mouth.

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"Pirate."

"Git."

"Traitor."

"Idiot."

"Rum-burner."

"It worked, and you know it!"

"But if it hadn't, we'd be rotting away on the bloody island now!"

"Well, we're not!"

"You got me arrested!"

"It's you're fault that you went in search of the cursed gold in the first place!"

"Oh, well-You're the one who killed me!"

"I didn't bloody mean to!"

"Oh, so now chaining somebody to a ship while it's being attacked by a mythical sea creature isn't killing someone?"

"...No."

...Silence...

"You're still a pirate, love."

"You're still a good man."

"You're still curious."

"You're still-alright, fine, you got me there. I am."

"Knew you'd come over to my side eventually, love."

A smirk, a death glare, and some other things follow.

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"I am not going to eat that!"

"But, Lord Beckett sir-" The nervous serving boy began.

"I will not eat it." Came the stubborn reply.

"But sir, mother made it just for you, to say thank you for you're contributions (the boy stumbled a bit over this word) to our famil-"

"I REFUSE TO EAT HEART SHAPED COOKIES!"

Needless to say, the serving boy wouldn't be returning with anything in the shape of a heart for a while.

So whatdidyathink? (And...why the heck is that all one word?!?)?

I'm dying for some ideas-this fic was pretty random, and I wanna write something with Norrie, but can't decide what. Ideas, anyone?

Well, I hope that you found them mildly entertaining xD

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