Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, they're owned by Disney and others. Though I do wish I owned Mr. Sparrow. ::evil grin::
Warning: Rated R for different reasons. Please make sure you are mature enough to handle this type of content.
To Reviewers/Readers: Thanks for reading and/or reviewing! Sorry about the shorts chapters, I try to use one major event each chapter. Sorry but that's the only way the chapters really fit. It's good though in a way, becuae it means it takes less time for me to update. =) Chapters will get somewhat longer as we go on.
Spoken: I hope you guys need more! lol Well, here's the second chapter. It's still a bit inferential, just how I wanted it. =)
Onto chapter two!
Chapter 2: Maybe He's Not…
"Will!" she whispered urgently. Only moaning,"Will!" She slapped him hard across the face.
"Elizabeth! What. In. Bloody. Hell. Was. That. For?"
"Jack just- OHHH! Walked in!" she hissed.
"Oh, bloody hell!"
"Shhh! He's… he's passed out… I think… Will, what should we do?"
"Not stop!"
"But what if-"
"He's as drunk as a man can get; he won't wake anytime soon." Will looked at her, extreme desire in his eyes.
"Oh, Will. Ohhhhhhh…" She stopped talking. Will was right. It was their wedding night; why stop?
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Captain Sparrow woke at noon the next day. He groaned. Why did he have such a bastard of a headache? He should get some rum.
He twisted over, startled. He wasn't under the sheets. Turning over completely, he realized that this was indeed not where he should be. He sighed, and his eyes finally focused onto what or rather who was on the bed across the room. His eyes bulged in shock. He should definitely not be here.
He got up as quietly as possible and crept towards the door. God, how much bloody rum had he drank last night?!
Well, maybe the lad wasn't a eunuch after all. For Elizabeth's sake, Jack sure hoped he wasn't, or there was a definite problem with sleeping arrangements.