A Basket of Cheese
Disclaimer - I don't own POTC or any characters, events, settings, or plots.
Will rubbed his forehead in disbelief.
"Honestly Jack! You can't follow just one order that's not your own!" Will snapped. Jack just shrugged.
"He was mucking up my deck anyway." Jack said. Elizabeth was just staring at where the body had been, slowly turning white.
"Elizabeth? What's wrong?" Asked Will suddenly. Elizabeth looked up at him, shaking her head.
"What happens? Now that we've lost the body?"
"Well, for one it means we lost the chance of them thinking on sight we didn't bury him, and that means they'll think we murdered him." Elizabeth began to shake.
"Will, we'll be home in only an hour. What will we do?" She asked. Will just shook his head.
"I don't know." At this, Elizabeth wandered away, softly as a phantom. Jack clapped Will on the shoulder.
"Don't worry. I have a plan, savvy?" He consoled him. Will turned to look at him, his eyes hard and cold. When he spoke, his voice was brittle.
"A plan? What stupid plan have you got up your sleeve now? This is your fault that I'm going to be charged with the murder of a high-ranking officer! I don't think rum will solve this, Captain!" He snarled. Jack stiffened.
"You are a member of the crew on my ship, savvy? I have a plan. When have my plans ever failed? It's yours that are the bad ones mate, like hitting me over the head with an oar. So since this was my mistake, you let me correct it, savvy cheese boy?" Jack countered. Will set his jaw, but nodded stiffly. Presently, the coastline of Port Royal came into view.
"You'd better carry this plan out well, Jack, or it's my neck in the noose this time."
Disclaimer - I don't own POTC or any characters, events, settings, or plots.
Will rubbed his forehead in disbelief.
"Honestly Jack! You can't follow just one order that's not your own!" Will snapped. Jack just shrugged.
"He was mucking up my deck anyway." Jack said. Elizabeth was just staring at where the body had been, slowly turning white.
"Elizabeth? What's wrong?" Asked Will suddenly. Elizabeth looked up at him, shaking her head.
"What happens? Now that we've lost the body?"
"Well, for one it means we lost the chance of them thinking on sight we didn't bury him, and that means they'll think we murdered him." Elizabeth began to shake.
"Will, we'll be home in only an hour. What will we do?" She asked. Will just shook his head.
"I don't know." At this, Elizabeth wandered away, softly as a phantom. Jack clapped Will on the shoulder.
"Don't worry. I have a plan, savvy?" He consoled him. Will turned to look at him, his eyes hard and cold. When he spoke, his voice was brittle.
"A plan? What stupid plan have you got up your sleeve now? This is your fault that I'm going to be charged with the murder of a high-ranking officer! I don't think rum will solve this, Captain!" He snarled. Jack stiffened.
"You are a member of the crew on my ship, savvy? I have a plan. When have my plans ever failed? It's yours that are the bad ones mate, like hitting me over the head with an oar. So since this was my mistake, you let me correct it, savvy cheese boy?" Jack countered. Will set his jaw, but nodded stiffly. Presently, the coastline of Port Royal came into view.
"You'd better carry this plan out well, Jack, or it's my neck in the noose this time."