Round Four
AN- Wow, you guys love me! Thank you! This is the most reviews I've ever had for a story, and I am really grateful! If it wasn't for that infamous black out that shook the whole northern North America, I swear this update would have been sooner.
AN2- And oh, yes... I think I will have only one more chapter after this one. I already have the final round planned, and it's hard to come up with new ideas for truth and/or dares that fits their characters, especially between Liz and Will, or between any other characters for that matter. If any of you can suggest some (besides the obvious suggested ones), then I may be able to add in a few more rounds before the finale. As for the already suggested ideas, I'd really love to put some of them in, and yes, I'm not a homophobic guy (not to mention I have quite a few yaoi loving friends... okay, some not so yaoi loving ones too, but anyway) so I don't mind writing a bit of fan service for all the female fans... but I reaaally can't imagine them making those dares without a reason. Nonetheless! -Due to popular demand, there will be some! *grins* Happy reading, guys. Oops. Gals. *winks*
~Seph
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Several disgruntled moments and more than a few discontented strides later, Captain Jack Sparrow found himself back in the center of his overly stuffed cushioned chair. What had started as comfortable, then slowly declined to bearable, was now bordering on constrained after only a mere three rounds of truth or dare.
Normally, truth or dare was a wonderful game, nearly as wonderful as weddings and celebrations. Drinks all around! But who would play a game of truth or dare without rum? And not just without rum, but even deprive him of his sole bottle of the miraculous drink? Why, Miss Elizabeth Swann, of course! Jack scowled as he glared at said woman out of the corner of his eyes.
And she took absolutely no notice of the sulking pirate. Seated back in her side of the coupled sofa with Will on the other side of her, she turned to Will. Elizabeth was smiling as she prompted him with the game's line, "Truth or dare?"
Jack swore that the woman was smirking at him secretly through her overly sweet grin. She probably thought it was funny. Reflecting on that chain of thought, Jack glowered again.
Will faced Elizabeth back, similarly disregarding the pirate's uncharacteristic brooding, and returned her open smile. "Truth," he answered with a voice full of too much mirth for the captain's liking.
Maybe his onesie was just being sour because he didn't have enough rum, Jack thought. Maybe they really weren't laughing behind his back and pretending to be sweet. And maybe heaven was a place full of rum. Jack backtracked on that last idea. That shouldn't be surprising. After all, the brown liquid Elizabeth had so heartlessly wasted, twice, was really god sent.
The pirate captain sighed and returned his attention to the game. He suppose it would have to continue with or without his perfect drink in hand.
"Have you ever thought of being anything other than a blacksmith?" Elizabeth asked Will.
Jack saw that as the perfect place to jump in. "The lad wanted to sail under the command of a pirate," he supplied as he leaned forward. Jack's grin was back, and his brood seemed to have disappeared like the mist on an early morning sea. Before either lad or lass could interrupt him, the pirate turned to a stunned looking Will and resumed in a regrettable voice, "But boy, before ye become pirate, you must learn properly how to play truth or dare." It was sad turning down the lad, but it would sadder yet if he took on someone who spoke too much truth. He can't have stupid pirates.
"Will, how could you?!"
The blacksmith grimaced as Elizabeth turned her ire upon him. The only time he agreed to, and definitely not wanted to, sail under the command of a pirate was when Jack had him clinging to the boom of the commandeered Interceptor for his life. "Elizabeth, I never said that!" With imploring eyes, Will pleaded for Elizabeth to believe him.
And to much of Will's relief, her gaze swung onto the one responsible for the misunderstanding.
Found to be suddenly under the heat of her gaze, the pirate grinned and spread his arms out in a gesture of ignorance. "I'm sure he meant that," Jack revised his earlier statement, putting his hands together at the same time. When they looked as if they still didn't believe him, he gesticulated towards Will, "He did, in his heart."
In one motion, Will and Elizabeth turned to face one another again. "No," Will answered, "I am only good at being a blacksmith."
"Or a eunuch," Jack muttered under his breath. He revealed his gold teeth in a disarming smile when said eunuch, blacksmith, he mentally amended, turned to glare at him.
"Truth or dare?" Will asked. If Jack didn't know better, he would think that sounded awfully like a challenge. And Jack would never turn down a challenge.
"Dare," came the reply, the replier grinning lazily in his seat.
A predatory smile spread across the young man's face. "Captain Jack Sparrow, captain of the Black Pearl, infamous pirate of the Spanish Main..."
Jack's grin broadened proudly at the titles Will gave.
"...I dare you to act like a gentleman."
Jack's grin instantly wavered. "Only for the next turn or so," Will hastily added.
Always the unmerciful one, Elizabeth snickered jovially from across the shocked pirate.
"You must reconsider." Jack tried to give Will the same pleading look the lad sent Elizabeth earlier but his resulted with much less desirable conclusions.
"I could make it one week long," Will pointed out, once again looking too delighted for Jack's comfort. Just thinking about acting like Norrington even for only a minute made Jack flinch. If he had to behave like the bloody Commodore for a week, he would truly go insane.
"Lad, re-"
"A gentleman wouldn't address anyone as 'lad'," Elizabeth helpfully reminded.
Jack turned towards her. "But darli-"
"Nor would they entitle respectable ladies as 'darling.'"
"Now lu-"
"No, Jack." Elizabeth was having entirely too much fun. Seeing the expression of pained uncertainty on the pirate's face had Will laughing hard beside her.
Jack's brows furrowed. Not one minute of this and he was already having trouble. He was a soundrel, a bloody fine one at that. If he wanted to be a gentleman, he wouldn't have become a pirate in the first place! Glancing towards his friends again told him he could see he would get no help from them. Well then, he will act like a bloody gentleman for a turn. He will prove to them what Captain Jack Sparrow can do!
He faced Elizabeth and began motioning towards her with his hands, "What will you choo-"
"Gentlemen don't wave their hands about either," she interrupted suddenly. Her thin smirk nearly made Jack grit his teeth.
"But gentlemen can get drunk," Jack replied around a teeth baring smile. His hand waved more for emphasis. "I'm a drunk gentleman." Will stiffled a laugh as Elizabeth gave Jack a strange look. Thankfully, she chose not to argue the point.
"Truth or dare, lass?" A pointed glare later, Jack corrected himself, "Lady?"
The sigh Elizabeth responded in was a long suffering one. "Dare."
"Miss Swann," Jack had to speak slowly to ensure he got the right words, but that didn't stop his lewd smile from spreading over his teeth. "This... gentleman..." He gestured at himself while looking disgusted at the word, "dares you to give him, me," he gestured at himself again to accentuate the word, "a kiss."
Instead of smiling and leaping into his arms as Jack had half expected, Elizabeth reacted differently. It was quite the opposite of what the captain had expected, as well as marginally dissimilar to what the strumpets in Tortuga would do. Captain Jack Sparrow could honestly say he never had someone grimace in abstract horror and withdraw into the back of their seat from him before. He put that down to his overbearing charisma.
But he can say it wouldn't be the first time to have the lass' devotee look as if they wanted to draw a weapon on him, exactly in the same manner Will looked. It was quite a good imitation too, Jack thought, he could be fooled.
When the silence stretched on for several seconds longer, Jack grinned again. "Or we can have the bo- Mr. Turner," he was proud to have corrected himself without help, "kiss me instead."
It was a joke, or meant to be one, so no one was more surprised than him when Will then practically leapt from his seat. "I will!" the lad announced, desperate to save Elizabeth from the rogue of a pirate. "I won't let you kiss Elizabeth."
"Will!" Elizabeth turned a stricken look upon the self sacrificing blacksmith.
It was Jack's turn to push himself back into the cushioned support of his seat. His face grimaced and his fingers waved slightly in distress. "Will, don't do anything... stupid."
Will had moved smoothly across the small distance between Jack and himself by then, and with only the barest hint of hesitation, he pushed his own lips upon the dry lips of the pirate.
"Like this..." Jack murmured before he was engaged fully into the kiss.
Elizabeth was caught between staring in horror and turning away in disgust.
Several seconds later, the two men pulled apart. With a rather scourged expression on, Will staggered back to his seat.
Jack touched a tongue to his wet lips, grinning in the same way the Cheshire cat would after a whole bottle of rum. "Excellent form," he murmured thoughtfully to himself, "excellent footwork too." The fact that he had just kissed, or was kissed by a man didn't bother the captain one bit. Such trivial things were below the pirate's concern. Turning to glance up at Elizabeth, Jack grinned again in his charming fashion. "You'll be well pleased with him, luv."
His only answer came in the form of Elizabeth scrunching up her face and Will blushing.
AN- Wow, you guys love me! Thank you! This is the most reviews I've ever had for a story, and I am really grateful! If it wasn't for that infamous black out that shook the whole northern North America, I swear this update would have been sooner.
AN2- And oh, yes... I think I will have only one more chapter after this one. I already have the final round planned, and it's hard to come up with new ideas for truth and/or dares that fits their characters, especially between Liz and Will, or between any other characters for that matter. If any of you can suggest some (besides the obvious suggested ones), then I may be able to add in a few more rounds before the finale. As for the already suggested ideas, I'd really love to put some of them in, and yes, I'm not a homophobic guy (not to mention I have quite a few yaoi loving friends... okay, some not so yaoi loving ones too, but anyway) so I don't mind writing a bit of fan service for all the female fans... but I reaaally can't imagine them making those dares without a reason. Nonetheless! -Due to popular demand, there will be some! *grins* Happy reading, guys. Oops. Gals. *winks*
~Seph
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Several disgruntled moments and more than a few discontented strides later, Captain Jack Sparrow found himself back in the center of his overly stuffed cushioned chair. What had started as comfortable, then slowly declined to bearable, was now bordering on constrained after only a mere three rounds of truth or dare.
Normally, truth or dare was a wonderful game, nearly as wonderful as weddings and celebrations. Drinks all around! But who would play a game of truth or dare without rum? And not just without rum, but even deprive him of his sole bottle of the miraculous drink? Why, Miss Elizabeth Swann, of course! Jack scowled as he glared at said woman out of the corner of his eyes.
And she took absolutely no notice of the sulking pirate. Seated back in her side of the coupled sofa with Will on the other side of her, she turned to Will. Elizabeth was smiling as she prompted him with the game's line, "Truth or dare?"
Jack swore that the woman was smirking at him secretly through her overly sweet grin. She probably thought it was funny. Reflecting on that chain of thought, Jack glowered again.
Will faced Elizabeth back, similarly disregarding the pirate's uncharacteristic brooding, and returned her open smile. "Truth," he answered with a voice full of too much mirth for the captain's liking.
Maybe his onesie was just being sour because he didn't have enough rum, Jack thought. Maybe they really weren't laughing behind his back and pretending to be sweet. And maybe heaven was a place full of rum. Jack backtracked on that last idea. That shouldn't be surprising. After all, the brown liquid Elizabeth had so heartlessly wasted, twice, was really god sent.
The pirate captain sighed and returned his attention to the game. He suppose it would have to continue with or without his perfect drink in hand.
"Have you ever thought of being anything other than a blacksmith?" Elizabeth asked Will.
Jack saw that as the perfect place to jump in. "The lad wanted to sail under the command of a pirate," he supplied as he leaned forward. Jack's grin was back, and his brood seemed to have disappeared like the mist on an early morning sea. Before either lad or lass could interrupt him, the pirate turned to a stunned looking Will and resumed in a regrettable voice, "But boy, before ye become pirate, you must learn properly how to play truth or dare." It was sad turning down the lad, but it would sadder yet if he took on someone who spoke too much truth. He can't have stupid pirates.
"Will, how could you?!"
The blacksmith grimaced as Elizabeth turned her ire upon him. The only time he agreed to, and definitely not wanted to, sail under the command of a pirate was when Jack had him clinging to the boom of the commandeered Interceptor for his life. "Elizabeth, I never said that!" With imploring eyes, Will pleaded for Elizabeth to believe him.
And to much of Will's relief, her gaze swung onto the one responsible for the misunderstanding.
Found to be suddenly under the heat of her gaze, the pirate grinned and spread his arms out in a gesture of ignorance. "I'm sure he meant that," Jack revised his earlier statement, putting his hands together at the same time. When they looked as if they still didn't believe him, he gesticulated towards Will, "He did, in his heart."
In one motion, Will and Elizabeth turned to face one another again. "No," Will answered, "I am only good at being a blacksmith."
"Or a eunuch," Jack muttered under his breath. He revealed his gold teeth in a disarming smile when said eunuch, blacksmith, he mentally amended, turned to glare at him.
"Truth or dare?" Will asked. If Jack didn't know better, he would think that sounded awfully like a challenge. And Jack would never turn down a challenge.
"Dare," came the reply, the replier grinning lazily in his seat.
A predatory smile spread across the young man's face. "Captain Jack Sparrow, captain of the Black Pearl, infamous pirate of the Spanish Main..."
Jack's grin broadened proudly at the titles Will gave.
"...I dare you to act like a gentleman."
Jack's grin instantly wavered. "Only for the next turn or so," Will hastily added.
Always the unmerciful one, Elizabeth snickered jovially from across the shocked pirate.
"You must reconsider." Jack tried to give Will the same pleading look the lad sent Elizabeth earlier but his resulted with much less desirable conclusions.
"I could make it one week long," Will pointed out, once again looking too delighted for Jack's comfort. Just thinking about acting like Norrington even for only a minute made Jack flinch. If he had to behave like the bloody Commodore for a week, he would truly go insane.
"Lad, re-"
"A gentleman wouldn't address anyone as 'lad'," Elizabeth helpfully reminded.
Jack turned towards her. "But darli-"
"Nor would they entitle respectable ladies as 'darling.'"
"Now lu-"
"No, Jack." Elizabeth was having entirely too much fun. Seeing the expression of pained uncertainty on the pirate's face had Will laughing hard beside her.
Jack's brows furrowed. Not one minute of this and he was already having trouble. He was a soundrel, a bloody fine one at that. If he wanted to be a gentleman, he wouldn't have become a pirate in the first place! Glancing towards his friends again told him he could see he would get no help from them. Well then, he will act like a bloody gentleman for a turn. He will prove to them what Captain Jack Sparrow can do!
He faced Elizabeth and began motioning towards her with his hands, "What will you choo-"
"Gentlemen don't wave their hands about either," she interrupted suddenly. Her thin smirk nearly made Jack grit his teeth.
"But gentlemen can get drunk," Jack replied around a teeth baring smile. His hand waved more for emphasis. "I'm a drunk gentleman." Will stiffled a laugh as Elizabeth gave Jack a strange look. Thankfully, she chose not to argue the point.
"Truth or dare, lass?" A pointed glare later, Jack corrected himself, "Lady?"
The sigh Elizabeth responded in was a long suffering one. "Dare."
"Miss Swann," Jack had to speak slowly to ensure he got the right words, but that didn't stop his lewd smile from spreading over his teeth. "This... gentleman..." He gestured at himself while looking disgusted at the word, "dares you to give him, me," he gestured at himself again to accentuate the word, "a kiss."
Instead of smiling and leaping into his arms as Jack had half expected, Elizabeth reacted differently. It was quite the opposite of what the captain had expected, as well as marginally dissimilar to what the strumpets in Tortuga would do. Captain Jack Sparrow could honestly say he never had someone grimace in abstract horror and withdraw into the back of their seat from him before. He put that down to his overbearing charisma.
But he can say it wouldn't be the first time to have the lass' devotee look as if they wanted to draw a weapon on him, exactly in the same manner Will looked. It was quite a good imitation too, Jack thought, he could be fooled.
When the silence stretched on for several seconds longer, Jack grinned again. "Or we can have the bo- Mr. Turner," he was proud to have corrected himself without help, "kiss me instead."
It was a joke, or meant to be one, so no one was more surprised than him when Will then practically leapt from his seat. "I will!" the lad announced, desperate to save Elizabeth from the rogue of a pirate. "I won't let you kiss Elizabeth."
"Will!" Elizabeth turned a stricken look upon the self sacrificing blacksmith.
It was Jack's turn to push himself back into the cushioned support of his seat. His face grimaced and his fingers waved slightly in distress. "Will, don't do anything... stupid."
Will had moved smoothly across the small distance between Jack and himself by then, and with only the barest hint of hesitation, he pushed his own lips upon the dry lips of the pirate.
"Like this..." Jack murmured before he was engaged fully into the kiss.
Elizabeth was caught between staring in horror and turning away in disgust.
Several seconds later, the two men pulled apart. With a rather scourged expression on, Will staggered back to his seat.
Jack touched a tongue to his wet lips, grinning in the same way the Cheshire cat would after a whole bottle of rum. "Excellent form," he murmured thoughtfully to himself, "excellent footwork too." The fact that he had just kissed, or was kissed by a man didn't bother the captain one bit. Such trivial things were below the pirate's concern. Turning to glance up at Elizabeth, Jack grinned again in his charming fashion. "You'll be well pleased with him, luv."
His only answer came in the form of Elizabeth scrunching up her face and Will blushing.