Title: Opportune Moment

Author: Lemur

Summary: Jack sees an opportunity.

Archive: Just ask, matey.

Feedback: As Mr. Cotton's parrot would say, "Wind in his sails!"

Author's Notes: This ficlet is one slasher's desperate attempt to give a slashy reading to the sole overtly heterosexual scene marring Captain Jack Sparrow, who is quite possible the slashiest characters to ever nance across the screen. (In retrospect, the scene isn't *that* het, but I still like to think this is what's going through Jack's mind. *grin*)

"Opportune Moment"

By Lemur

As Elizabeth's head settled on his shoulder, Jack realized that this was the opportune moment for his plan, the only moment. This was the head Will wanted on his shoulder, the body Will wanted pressed against his. This was the woman Will wanted in his life.

But perhaps Will wouldn't want a woman who had consorted with a pirate.

Jack slipped his arm around Elizabeth, curling his fingers slowly and carefully around her soft shoulder. He idly disliked the narrowness of the body Will so desired, but pulled her close just the same. He almost felt a twinge of guilt; Elizabeth was a spirited lass and Jack liked her, but he had never been good at dealing constructively with competition.

"Mr. Sparrow," Elizabeth said brashly, pushing herself away from him slightly at his hinting words. "I'm not entirely sure I've had enough rum to allow that sort of talk."

Jack moved his fingers, feeling soft, womanly skin beneath the fabric of Elizabeth's underclothes. "I know exactly what you mean, love." If he was going to do this, he would need a lot more drink in him.

Elizabeth answered his unspoken request by extending a bottle before his face. "To freedom," she declared.

Jack clinked his bottle of rum against hers. "To the Black Pearl." He threw his head back, downing the rest of his rum, content that, come morning, Will would be all but his. Jack would have a sloppy, forgettable roll in the sand with Elizabeth, then come morning, she would refuse it all, say it was a mistake, but an up-right lad like Will would never stand for such behavior from a lady. But Will *expected* Jack to be deceitful, so he would forgive him. Come to him.

As the rum burned pleasantly through his chest with each swallow, Jack could already taste Will's lips on his, could already see the intense brown of Will's eyes looking at him with lust and adoration, could already feel Will's body beneath his. Jack only vaguely sensed his head falling to the sand with a thud before his mind went dark.

Come morning, he awoke to find all his rum was gone. And so was his opportune moment.

~ The End~

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