Author's Note: This story was originally entitled "Adulation", and received its current title (a noun of my own coinage, meaning "lack of desert") later on. I mention this because Geheimnis's review seems rather hard on the world's fangirls if you don't know that it refers to the old title and not this one.
Disclaimer: Jerry Bruckheimer and Walt Disney Pictures would probably be surprised to learn that I owned Pirates of the Caribbean.
Captain Jack Sparrow was swishing through the harbor, heading for the Soggy Pelican, when he heard a voice say, "Jack?"
He turned around and saw a young woman. Pudgy and bespectacled, with love-light in her eyes, she looked like a fangirl who had eluded the guards.
Jack frowned. "Do I know you?"
The girl came up to him, clutched his temples, and kissed him rapturously on the cheek.
She stayed there for about thirty seconds. Then she detached herself, breathing heavily, and ran away, quickly vanishing in the crowd.
Jack blinked, mystified.
"I don't think I deserved that," he murmured.