Arr, You Hit The Bulls-eye
By Christina (Paris Gypsy)
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Summary: When Christina and Jack Sparrow go to Target, you never know what can happen! Disclaimer: I own nothing, as much as I'd like to, but everything about this story is original. This is just what happens when you're stuck babysitting on a Saturday night!
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"Okay, Jack. So you promise you'll be on your best behavior?" I said, walking up the entrance way to Target. As much as I loved Jack's wild antics, I didn't want to have them kick us out again. That was not a pretty ordeal, let me tell you, and it was torture to have a one month probation from the store. Really, Target is the best place to get anything. Especially late night food cravings. The probation wasn't our fault, either! The other guy had totally assaulted Jack before he started the sword fight with the plastic bat. Honest.
" 'Course, love," Jack said to me, his pirate eyes staring back into mine. It was almost enough to make me say, what the hell, I love you, so do whatever you want. Almost. Then my level-headed side took over. I gave Jack a look. "Okay, I know that I haven't been the absolute ideal boyfriend," Jack said, gesturing crazily with his hands. "But I'm getting better! No recent curses on your brother, ay?"
"Yeah, I'm proud of you for that," I said, smiling.
"Let's just get some stuff and have some fun, savvy?" And with that, we strolled through the automatic doors.
The first thing Jack noticed were the carts. "Ooh! Hop in!" He said, gesturing towards the large part of the basket.
"What? Are you kidding me?" I was completely confused by his request.
"Now, do pirates 'kid'? Get inside! Please. for me?" Even with all of his eyeliner, he was giving me the perfect puppy dog eyes. I obeyed.
"Whee!" Jack cried from behind me, jumping on the back, zooming through the isles. " 'Is is betta then the Black Pearl! OH MY GOSH! Pina colata mix!" The cart stopped so suddenly I had a case of whiplash. "Let's get ten!"
And we did. I got the necessities of course - Flintstones Fruit Snacks, Soy Milk (Jack liked it much better than the filth on the ship) and eggs. The eggs took some talking into last time, but the omelets were much better when not prepared on a ship, or so I was told. He helped me pick out a few dresses and one pretty revealing nightgown. ("I'm jus looking' out for myself, mate.") Then came time for his clothes.
"No! Darlin', I've told you 'ifty times, I don't do shopping!" Jack was exploding in the isles. "You pick some stuff up fer me!"
"Fine, but you've at least got to give it the okay." I compromised. The first run down was the T-shirts. "What about this one?" I showed him a plain black shirt with white text. It had an arrow pointing up - "the man" - and an arrow pointing down - "the legend."
"Perfect!" Jack cried, throwing it into the cart and moving on. "I couldn't of made a better one maself. Oh, I was thinking about getting me a new hat." I temporarily lost him in the next isle. "What about this one?" He had grabbed a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball cap.
"Well.okay. It's better than that Phillies one, anyway." I put that in the cart next to the eggs. Then we got some more quick basics: boxers, -"Betta than briefs, love,"- socks, and a few new bandanas.
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That's the end of chapter one! Chapter two is up now! Please review and I hope you enjoyed it!
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Summary: When Christina and Jack Sparrow go to Target, you never know what can happen! Disclaimer: I own nothing, as much as I'd like to, but everything about this story is original. This is just what happens when you're stuck babysitting on a Saturday night!
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"Okay, Jack. So you promise you'll be on your best behavior?" I said, walking up the entrance way to Target. As much as I loved Jack's wild antics, I didn't want to have them kick us out again. That was not a pretty ordeal, let me tell you, and it was torture to have a one month probation from the store. Really, Target is the best place to get anything. Especially late night food cravings. The probation wasn't our fault, either! The other guy had totally assaulted Jack before he started the sword fight with the plastic bat. Honest.
" 'Course, love," Jack said to me, his pirate eyes staring back into mine. It was almost enough to make me say, what the hell, I love you, so do whatever you want. Almost. Then my level-headed side took over. I gave Jack a look. "Okay, I know that I haven't been the absolute ideal boyfriend," Jack said, gesturing crazily with his hands. "But I'm getting better! No recent curses on your brother, ay?"
"Yeah, I'm proud of you for that," I said, smiling.
"Let's just get some stuff and have some fun, savvy?" And with that, we strolled through the automatic doors.
The first thing Jack noticed were the carts. "Ooh! Hop in!" He said, gesturing towards the large part of the basket.
"What? Are you kidding me?" I was completely confused by his request.
"Now, do pirates 'kid'? Get inside! Please. for me?" Even with all of his eyeliner, he was giving me the perfect puppy dog eyes. I obeyed.
"Whee!" Jack cried from behind me, jumping on the back, zooming through the isles. " 'Is is betta then the Black Pearl! OH MY GOSH! Pina colata mix!" The cart stopped so suddenly I had a case of whiplash. "Let's get ten!"
And we did. I got the necessities of course - Flintstones Fruit Snacks, Soy Milk (Jack liked it much better than the filth on the ship) and eggs. The eggs took some talking into last time, but the omelets were much better when not prepared on a ship, or so I was told. He helped me pick out a few dresses and one pretty revealing nightgown. ("I'm jus looking' out for myself, mate.") Then came time for his clothes.
"No! Darlin', I've told you 'ifty times, I don't do shopping!" Jack was exploding in the isles. "You pick some stuff up fer me!"
"Fine, but you've at least got to give it the okay." I compromised. The first run down was the T-shirts. "What about this one?" I showed him a plain black shirt with white text. It had an arrow pointing up - "the man" - and an arrow pointing down - "the legend."
"Perfect!" Jack cried, throwing it into the cart and moving on. "I couldn't of made a better one maself. Oh, I was thinking about getting me a new hat." I temporarily lost him in the next isle. "What about this one?" He had grabbed a Pittsburgh Pirates baseball cap.
"Well.okay. It's better than that Phillies one, anyway." I put that in the cart next to the eggs. Then we got some more quick basics: boxers, -"Betta than briefs, love,"- socks, and a few new bandanas.
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That's the end of chapter one! Chapter two is up now! Please review and I hope you enjoyed it!
