Title: Rum and Chocolate
Author: CynickBlue
Rating: Slash. PG13
Archive: Feel free. Just remember to inform me.
Thanks.
Paring: J/W
Summary: What will Jack do with chocolate?
Notes: first PoTC fic. Fic has not been beta-ed
there are probably tons of mistakes, much
apologies. Just want to get
this out of my mind.
Hand stirring dark liquid in a metal pot
Door opens. Sound of swaying footsteps along with the music of clinking beads.
"Well, what do we have here? William me boy, what you stirring there?"
Hand stops
"Chocolate or Chocolat as the French call this. I found one small barrel of chocolate powder down below. Do you know that not long ago, the French royalty would pay lots of gold just to have sips of hand-grounded chocolate? Elizabeth told me all that when we were kids. I remember my first sip of chocolate… creamy, bitter, with just a hint of the sweetness. Taste of Paradise."
Hand continues stirring
Bemused voice
"Very interesting. But my version of Paradise is different than yours, savvy? Give me a good bottle of rum anytime."
"You might change your mind. The chocolate is ready now. How about trying some?"
Loud clinking of beads
"No thanks luv. I have my trusty bottle of rum right here with me." Pats bottle
Voice of Mr. Gibbs
"Will? Where are you? Someone at dock looking for you, mate."
Sound of someone getting up
"That must be Elizabeth's messenger. She must be sending me her monthly letter. You be fine here?"
Some dismissive hand-waving
"This is my cabin, of course I would be fine…oomph"
Someone moans
Panting
Low laughter
"Jack, please stay here and don't do anything stupid. Aye?"
"You think you are so smart, whelp."
"I only learnt from the best."
Fading footsteps
"I wonder what is so good about this chocolate."
Pours into a mug
Takes a healthy swallow.
Spats out
"Arrr… what is this foul drink? Paradise, my scallywag."
Tapping feet
"What is taking the whelp so long?"
Stares at mug in hand
"I wonder whether rum would make this chocolate more palatable."
Pours rum into the mug. Cautiously sips
"Well, well, well… Rum does make this better. Young Mr. Turner never did appreciate the wonders of rum."
Mimics
"Jack! Can you stop drinking the god-forsaken rum for just one minute? You are so drunk, you are barely able to move! I am sick and tired of dragging your body through the streets back to Black Pearl."
Back to normal voice
"Why on earth does he want to be a pirate when he can't even stand drinking rum? Doesn't he understand that getting pissed drunk is part of the job description?"
Pours all the rum into the pot. Dips mug into rum and chocolate.
"Here's to the whelp."
Drinks from mug
Some minutes go by. Door open
Feet appear before the comatose figure lying on bed, empty rum bottle and pot beside him
Leans and licks chocolate coated lips
"Paradise."
