Seven Deadly Sins
VII. Sloth: A dislike of work or any kind of physical exertion.
"You go."
"No, you."
"Will, if we don't hunt, we don't eat! Now go get the pops."
"They're your pistols! You go. I'm busy."
"Nappin' with your wife ain't 'busy', mate."
Elizabeth sighed. "He'd be considerably busier if you'd simply go get them yourself, I assure you."
"Ah. Like that is it? Well, don't let my presence deter you."
"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Indisputably." Jack grinned and settled, dark eyes and gold teeth glinting.
Noise. Three faces turned.
"Here's your pistols, Sparrow," Ana snapped, emerging from the brush surrounding the lagoon. "Now get your lazy arse up."
Jack sighed.