Disclaimer: Not mine (again)

While I was on HTR last night looking around, I noticed someone make a comment about a Scottish kilt. I scanned the list of words and found the perfect one. This is post COTBP, pre DMC. Enjoy please. (Many thanks to the one who made the comment)


"Oh come on Will, what's it going to hurt?"

"My dignity for one thing. And I know Jack's going to have some comment if I go through with this and word somehow manages to get out."

Elizabeth gave off a very unfeminine snort. "We haven't even heard from Jack Sparrow in months. Not since his escape as you well know. Now please do this. For me; for our wedding." She pouted.

He hated it when she did that pout.

She continued on. "It's part of your heritage...It would make your parents proud."

Now why did she have to strike below the belt? That's just not fair.

"But my ankles will get cold!"

"Now come on; you sound like you're twelve years old. Move it Mister," she said flinging the piece of clothing at him.

Muttering as he went, Will Turner disappeared for a good ten minutes before poking his head out of a doorway.

"Well then, let's see. Come on," she said, clearly excited.

"I don't think so..."

"Your heritage."

Will chewed on the inside of his mouth as he came out wearing his regular shirt and a Scottish kilt. "Happy?"

Elizabeth bit back a laugh as she looked him over. "No, I don't believe that will do I'm afraid. It doesn't go with my dress."

Will rolled his eyes and ran out of the room to change.

From downstairs he heard her yell, "Your ankles are very cute by the way."