Disclaimer: See last chappie.
Well, the last one wasn't happy. This one will be somewhat happier. =D It's a silly fic... 'cause I'm odd.
Summary: Will and Elizabeth and Jack and the crew on the Black Pearl. Wedding night for Will and Elizabeth: AFTER wedding. NOT SMUT. Jack's taking them on their honeymoon. There won't be any explicit stuff. Well, read and find out...
Will rummaged through Jack's cabin. He'd be in great trouble if he was caught in here, but heck, it was his honeymoon night. He needed to look decent, and Jack seemed to please women. If he'd been thinking straight, he would have realized Elizabeth obviously preferred him, or she would have run away with Jack, but what man thinks clearly on the night of his honeymoon?
"A hat, yes," Will murmured, placing one of Jack's hats on his head. He set it at a jaunty angle and practiced a seductive grin into an old chipped mirror. "Gold teeth, yes, that would work." Will paused. How could he create gold teeth? Gold, of course! Finding the smallest piece of gold possible, a tiny coin, he jammed it into a small space between two teeth. Hell, it hurt, but oh well.
"Will? Will, what the bloody hell are you doin' with me things?" Jack stormed into the cabin, glaring at the young man. "Are ye daft, boy?"
"No, Jack," Will explained with childlike innocence. "But, well, tonight IS my honeymoon night, and since you've so much experience with women, I figured I ought to look like you."
Jack was oddly touched by this hero-worship, and that grin of his crossed his face. "I'll give you a hand, lad. Let me take a look at that hair!" He set about braiding, or rather, knotting, shells into Will's hair.
"Jack! That hurts!"
"Hold still, you bilge-rat!"
"But it hurts!"
"There! I'm done!" Jack placed his hands on his hips impatiently. "No wonder it took ye ten years t'catch yer lass. Now, pass me that kohl."
The next minute passed quite uneventfully, Jack applying the kohl carefully, then Will yelped. "It's in my eye, Jack! Get it out!"
"Damn, Will, now it's running! Augh, I've smudged it, stop moving! And take the damn hat off, that feather's tickling me. No wonder it's all over your face."
"What's going on in here? Will, are you planning to spend the night with me, or Jack?" Elizabeth stepped inside, frowning at her husband, then her eyes went wide. Will grinned at her, and she stared in disbelief at the gold coin in his mouth, his hair sticking out at odd angles, one eye watering and the kohl smudged everywhere. Then she burst out laughing and fled the room, howling with mirth the whole way back to her room.
Will sighed and glared at Jack. "Jack?"
"Yes?"
"I'm getting nothing tonight, am I?"
"'Fraid not, son. 'Fraid not."
-fin-
