Round Three
A/N- Wow! You guys love me... *tries to hide his sentimental moment sniffles* Reviews!!! And great suggestions! *laughs* I was thinking along some of those same lines as well, though for some of them, I figured the characters must be god awful drunk in order to even make those dares, not to mention actually doing them. Still, keep the ideas flowing, you'd never know what might actually happen! Btw, any/all historical facts are made up. *chuckles* And oh yes, hard to believe, but I am a guy. Savvy? Either way, I can understand the confusion, no harm done!
A/N2- I've received an e-mail from someone asking me what Eunuch means. I tried replying but I can't seem to reply to the e-mail address. If you still don't know though, I suggest you search it up in Dictionary.com. *winks* You'll be very amused, I guarantee ya.
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It was the beginning of the third round, and all of the game's participants were still sitting where they were for the previous two rounds, with the exception of Jack's rum. That was sitting between Will and Elizabeth, a sorry place for such a fine bottle to be if Jack had any say. But he doesn't, so even for the third round, it remained there as well, winking sorrowfully at Jack, who, returned the same desolate expression back.
Still, after one such mistake and a second time that surely upset the fair miss Swann, Jack thought it would be long overdue to avoid such an encounter. Who knows what that woman may scheme up next?
Raising dirt encrusted finger to draw the attention of his fellow playmates, Jack flashed them a golden smile. "Lad, luv, let's change this around. Let's have you," he pointed his lifted finger towards Elizabeth, "ask him," the finger swung over towards Will, "truth or dare."
It was a smart move, an intelligent step, for Jack Sparrow. Not only was the threat to him removed, it was replaced by someone who, Jack gave Will another glance over, could hardly come up with a truth, or dare, that could harm him. The captain grinned proudly at himself. It was an arrangement he was quite confident of.
Elizabeth gave Jack an upraised eyebrow, giving the pirate a distinctive feeling that she knew his very thoughts, before she turned away, much to Jack's relief. As Jack had told her, she asked Will the question, "Truth or dare?"
The lad, much to Jack's chagrin, didn't even look remotely nervous and even had on a trusting smile as he turned back to his bonny lass. "It doesn't matter, which one do you want to ask me?" Jack could nearly slap his own forehead in exasperation. Again, the captain looked longingly towards his confiscated rum, thinking it would be so much easier for him if he had a drink in hand.
"That won't do," Jack spoke up when he was quite sure the rum wouldn't grow legs and walk back to his hand. He lifted his gaze from the bottle and onto the two human faces. "You can't have her choose, lad. You," he emphasized the point by waving his hand in Will's direction, "have to pick one. She already gets to ask the question, savvy?"
"Oh..." Will nodded his head slightly and randomly picked one, "Truth then."
Jack sighed again. What had possessed him to think Will would make a great pirate? The lad doesn't even have the courage to pick dare!
Elizabeth on the other hand smiled, smiled in the way that was reassuring to Will, a promise that nothing of harm would happen. "Will, have you ever thought of becoming a pirate?"
Both men in the room blinked, surprised by the question. But it was Jack who first came out of his shake and came out with a large amplifying grin on his face. Whatever the reason was, he was very glad that the lady asked that question. Why didn't he think of it himself? "Well, lad? What is it? Have ye?"
"No." The answer came as a flat refusal, one made without strength in his voice nor eye contact with his friends.
"The truth, lad. You must answer in truth."
"... well, maybe a little. But I will never enter a life of piracy! This I swear upon my father's grave."
"Who was a bloody scalawag," Jack added with a laugh, and instantly said no more. It was enough that Will was glaring at him and looked almost pained by the reminder. At that, the captain clapped his hands together in a sign of an oriental apology. "He was a good man," Jack attempted to amend in a solemn tone. When the blacksmith seemed to accept that and calmed down, Jack broke back into a smile and gestured at Will. "Your turn."
"Truth or dare, Jack?"
"Da..." Jack glanced towards his friend's eager expression and made a face. He could save courage for another time. After all, Will, seemingly only when around Jack, has the tendency to do incredibly stupid things. "I think I'll go with truth."
The pirate disliked that inquisitive gleam coming from his friend's eyes. "Jack, just how did you get off that island?"
A hurt look crossed the captain's features. As the beginning of his story, Jack gestured with his hands towards Elizabeth. "Well, we were drinking rum..." He was interrupted when Will waved his hands for Jack to stop.
"No, I mean the first time you were marooned."
"You mean you don't believe what Gibbs told you?" The scrunched up expression on the lad's face reminded Jack of someone who just drank sour rum.
"Jack, he told me you rafted together several sea turtles."
"Sea turtles...?" When Elizabeth asked, Jack made an attempt to smile slightly in the lass' general direction. The lady had the same look of disbelief upon her face as Will had when he first heard the story.
"Yes, sea turtles, tied with human hair," Will filled in for Elizabeth's information.
"From my back," Jack added smoothly afterwards. If they were to tell the story again, might as well make it a complete one.
Almost as one, both Will and Elizabeth gave Jack that strange look, in which Jack grinned in an embarrassed fashion to. It was bad enough that Elizabeth found out the truth, and now, he had to tell the blacksmith. Who knew how tarnished his infamous Captain image would be after this. "Actually... I didn't use sea turtles. Sea turtles weren't big enough, you see. I roped together several sharks."
"Sharks," Will echoed. That same unbelieving expression remained on Will's face, and Elizabeth held down the urge to roll her eyes.
"Jack, you must answer the truth." Jack glanced towards the girl who had spoken with a light bit of pleading in his eyes, but Elizabeth only placed a hand elegantly onto her knee. "Truth."
Knowing when he was outvoted, Jack sighed. "Truth it is, luv." Turning to Will, since it was Will who had asked, Jack answered. "I bartered a passage off with rumrunners who used the island as a cache." The blacksmith looked satisfied after that, but it made Jack wonder, what was wrong with his flawless story about the sea turtles?
Finally, it was his turn. Jack can get back at Elizabeth for all the things she did, taking away his rum... not to mention burning it when they were on the island. It got them the passage off, right into the Navy's hands that was. Truth or dare was the pirates' game for revenge amongst allies.
"Well, lass, what will it be? Will ye choose truth," Jack waved his hand to one side, "or dare?" He waved his other hand in the other direction.
Even with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow asking the questions, Elizabeth didn't hesitate to choose. "Dare."
A malicious grin spread across the pirate's face, accentuated by the shining gold in his teeth. "Good. I dare you..." Jack swayed forward ever so slightly in his seat and gesticulated at Elizabeth, "to give me... my rum back."
"You can do that?" Will asked, leaning forward as well. "Wouldn't that be violating the rules?"
"Will, this is a pirate's game." Jack grinned and relaxed back into the comfortable chair. He could almost taste the rum already. "There be no rules."
Surprisingly, Elizabeth remained unfazed, and even went as far as smiling pleasantly back at Jack. "You want your rum bottle back?"
Jack regarded her suspiciously for a moment, but when he couldn't see anything wrong, he smiled widely once more. "Yes, I want my rum bottle back. That be the dare."
"Fine." Picking up the bottle, Elizabeth made to look as if she was going to hand it back to Jack, and Jack, eager to receive his rum, held his hands outwards, when Elizabeth suddenly swerved it out of his grasp. Getting up from her seat suddenly, she walked out with his bottle of rum.
Jack quickly got up and followed after her, trailed behind by Will. "Where are you going with my rum?!" He asked, an edge of hysteria creeping into his voice.
Elizabeth didn't turn around and kept up with her large strides. "To give you back your bottle." In no time, she took them to the kitchen of the governor's mansion and stood over the wooden sop bucket, the one meant for the liquid waste of the kitchens. Before anyone could stop her, she poured out all contents of Jack's bottle.
"No! NO! Don't do that! Don't pour out the rum!" Jack watched with a tortured look as the last of his precious brown liquid joined the disgusting wastes in the bucket. When he looked up again, Elizabeth was smiling at him smugly with the now empty bottle held before her.
"Your bottle, captain." When he started to protest, she cut him off quickly. "I asked if you wanted the bottle, and you said you wanted the bottle. You didn't say anything about the rum." She smirked triamphantly again at Jack. "Here you go, your rum bottle."
Looking down at the empty bottle, Jack snatched it out of Elizabeth's hand and tried to upend it over his own mouth. Nothing came out, not even a single drop. Glaring at the maiden and at the blacksmith who was laughing behind a smirk, Jack turned and began stalking back towards the room with the cushioned chair.
Grumbling the whole time, he could hear both Will and Elizabeth laughing behind him. "That's the second time I've had to watch that woman destroy my rum." Jack was upset enough to not care that Will was in love with a scheming governor's daughter. Worse than pirates, she was. He had said it once, and he was even more convinced now."There'll be no living with that woman."
A/N- Wow! You guys love me... *tries to hide his sentimental moment sniffles* Reviews!!! And great suggestions! *laughs* I was thinking along some of those same lines as well, though for some of them, I figured the characters must be god awful drunk in order to even make those dares, not to mention actually doing them. Still, keep the ideas flowing, you'd never know what might actually happen! Btw, any/all historical facts are made up. *chuckles* And oh yes, hard to believe, but I am a guy. Savvy? Either way, I can understand the confusion, no harm done!
A/N2- I've received an e-mail from someone asking me what Eunuch means. I tried replying but I can't seem to reply to the e-mail address. If you still don't know though, I suggest you search it up in Dictionary.com. *winks* You'll be very amused, I guarantee ya.
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It was the beginning of the third round, and all of the game's participants were still sitting where they were for the previous two rounds, with the exception of Jack's rum. That was sitting between Will and Elizabeth, a sorry place for such a fine bottle to be if Jack had any say. But he doesn't, so even for the third round, it remained there as well, winking sorrowfully at Jack, who, returned the same desolate expression back.
Still, after one such mistake and a second time that surely upset the fair miss Swann, Jack thought it would be long overdue to avoid such an encounter. Who knows what that woman may scheme up next?
Raising dirt encrusted finger to draw the attention of his fellow playmates, Jack flashed them a golden smile. "Lad, luv, let's change this around. Let's have you," he pointed his lifted finger towards Elizabeth, "ask him," the finger swung over towards Will, "truth or dare."
It was a smart move, an intelligent step, for Jack Sparrow. Not only was the threat to him removed, it was replaced by someone who, Jack gave Will another glance over, could hardly come up with a truth, or dare, that could harm him. The captain grinned proudly at himself. It was an arrangement he was quite confident of.
Elizabeth gave Jack an upraised eyebrow, giving the pirate a distinctive feeling that she knew his very thoughts, before she turned away, much to Jack's relief. As Jack had told her, she asked Will the question, "Truth or dare?"
The lad, much to Jack's chagrin, didn't even look remotely nervous and even had on a trusting smile as he turned back to his bonny lass. "It doesn't matter, which one do you want to ask me?" Jack could nearly slap his own forehead in exasperation. Again, the captain looked longingly towards his confiscated rum, thinking it would be so much easier for him if he had a drink in hand.
"That won't do," Jack spoke up when he was quite sure the rum wouldn't grow legs and walk back to his hand. He lifted his gaze from the bottle and onto the two human faces. "You can't have her choose, lad. You," he emphasized the point by waving his hand in Will's direction, "have to pick one. She already gets to ask the question, savvy?"
"Oh..." Will nodded his head slightly and randomly picked one, "Truth then."
Jack sighed again. What had possessed him to think Will would make a great pirate? The lad doesn't even have the courage to pick dare!
Elizabeth on the other hand smiled, smiled in the way that was reassuring to Will, a promise that nothing of harm would happen. "Will, have you ever thought of becoming a pirate?"
Both men in the room blinked, surprised by the question. But it was Jack who first came out of his shake and came out with a large amplifying grin on his face. Whatever the reason was, he was very glad that the lady asked that question. Why didn't he think of it himself? "Well, lad? What is it? Have ye?"
"No." The answer came as a flat refusal, one made without strength in his voice nor eye contact with his friends.
"The truth, lad. You must answer in truth."
"... well, maybe a little. But I will never enter a life of piracy! This I swear upon my father's grave."
"Who was a bloody scalawag," Jack added with a laugh, and instantly said no more. It was enough that Will was glaring at him and looked almost pained by the reminder. At that, the captain clapped his hands together in a sign of an oriental apology. "He was a good man," Jack attempted to amend in a solemn tone. When the blacksmith seemed to accept that and calmed down, Jack broke back into a smile and gestured at Will. "Your turn."
"Truth or dare, Jack?"
"Da..." Jack glanced towards his friend's eager expression and made a face. He could save courage for another time. After all, Will, seemingly only when around Jack, has the tendency to do incredibly stupid things. "I think I'll go with truth."
The pirate disliked that inquisitive gleam coming from his friend's eyes. "Jack, just how did you get off that island?"
A hurt look crossed the captain's features. As the beginning of his story, Jack gestured with his hands towards Elizabeth. "Well, we were drinking rum..." He was interrupted when Will waved his hands for Jack to stop.
"No, I mean the first time you were marooned."
"You mean you don't believe what Gibbs told you?" The scrunched up expression on the lad's face reminded Jack of someone who just drank sour rum.
"Jack, he told me you rafted together several sea turtles."
"Sea turtles...?" When Elizabeth asked, Jack made an attempt to smile slightly in the lass' general direction. The lady had the same look of disbelief upon her face as Will had when he first heard the story.
"Yes, sea turtles, tied with human hair," Will filled in for Elizabeth's information.
"From my back," Jack added smoothly afterwards. If they were to tell the story again, might as well make it a complete one.
Almost as one, both Will and Elizabeth gave Jack that strange look, in which Jack grinned in an embarrassed fashion to. It was bad enough that Elizabeth found out the truth, and now, he had to tell the blacksmith. Who knew how tarnished his infamous Captain image would be after this. "Actually... I didn't use sea turtles. Sea turtles weren't big enough, you see. I roped together several sharks."
"Sharks," Will echoed. That same unbelieving expression remained on Will's face, and Elizabeth held down the urge to roll her eyes.
"Jack, you must answer the truth." Jack glanced towards the girl who had spoken with a light bit of pleading in his eyes, but Elizabeth only placed a hand elegantly onto her knee. "Truth."
Knowing when he was outvoted, Jack sighed. "Truth it is, luv." Turning to Will, since it was Will who had asked, Jack answered. "I bartered a passage off with rumrunners who used the island as a cache." The blacksmith looked satisfied after that, but it made Jack wonder, what was wrong with his flawless story about the sea turtles?
Finally, it was his turn. Jack can get back at Elizabeth for all the things she did, taking away his rum... not to mention burning it when they were on the island. It got them the passage off, right into the Navy's hands that was. Truth or dare was the pirates' game for revenge amongst allies.
"Well, lass, what will it be? Will ye choose truth," Jack waved his hand to one side, "or dare?" He waved his other hand in the other direction.
Even with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow asking the questions, Elizabeth didn't hesitate to choose. "Dare."
A malicious grin spread across the pirate's face, accentuated by the shining gold in his teeth. "Good. I dare you..." Jack swayed forward ever so slightly in his seat and gesticulated at Elizabeth, "to give me... my rum back."
"You can do that?" Will asked, leaning forward as well. "Wouldn't that be violating the rules?"
"Will, this is a pirate's game." Jack grinned and relaxed back into the comfortable chair. He could almost taste the rum already. "There be no rules."
Surprisingly, Elizabeth remained unfazed, and even went as far as smiling pleasantly back at Jack. "You want your rum bottle back?"
Jack regarded her suspiciously for a moment, but when he couldn't see anything wrong, he smiled widely once more. "Yes, I want my rum bottle back. That be the dare."
"Fine." Picking up the bottle, Elizabeth made to look as if she was going to hand it back to Jack, and Jack, eager to receive his rum, held his hands outwards, when Elizabeth suddenly swerved it out of his grasp. Getting up from her seat suddenly, she walked out with his bottle of rum.
Jack quickly got up and followed after her, trailed behind by Will. "Where are you going with my rum?!" He asked, an edge of hysteria creeping into his voice.
Elizabeth didn't turn around and kept up with her large strides. "To give you back your bottle." In no time, she took them to the kitchen of the governor's mansion and stood over the wooden sop bucket, the one meant for the liquid waste of the kitchens. Before anyone could stop her, she poured out all contents of Jack's bottle.
"No! NO! Don't do that! Don't pour out the rum!" Jack watched with a tortured look as the last of his precious brown liquid joined the disgusting wastes in the bucket. When he looked up again, Elizabeth was smiling at him smugly with the now empty bottle held before her.
"Your bottle, captain." When he started to protest, she cut him off quickly. "I asked if you wanted the bottle, and you said you wanted the bottle. You didn't say anything about the rum." She smirked triamphantly again at Jack. "Here you go, your rum bottle."
Looking down at the empty bottle, Jack snatched it out of Elizabeth's hand and tried to upend it over his own mouth. Nothing came out, not even a single drop. Glaring at the maiden and at the blacksmith who was laughing behind a smirk, Jack turned and began stalking back towards the room with the cushioned chair.
Grumbling the whole time, he could hear both Will and Elizabeth laughing behind him. "That's the second time I've had to watch that woman destroy my rum." Jack was upset enough to not care that Will was in love with a scheming governor's daughter. Worse than pirates, she was. He had said it once, and he was even more convinced now."There'll be no living with that woman."