Thank youcrazypenguinfrombeyondsanity42 and Beth (even though she's sitting right here...) for the reviews::Hands out rum again:
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, neither Elizabeth, nor I, own the rights to Pirates of the Caribbean so we have no right to claim other characters as our own (except Beth and Meg, of course...Through we did come up with the names for CD and Greg (also known as Grapple) ...late night in Houston...:LOL:). The Pirate King and Pirate Prince will forever belong to Buena Vista Home Entertainment.
Jack and Beth were both out, lying about seven feet away from each other, when all of a sudden Jack woke up to a very sleepy voice singing,
"Pull your pants even higher and into the pants we go…"
Jack jumped up, ran over to her and yelled right in her face.
"What?"
Beth immediately woke up and screamed,
"Jeminy Christmas, Jack! Are you TRYING to kill me!"
Jack completely ignored her question and said playfully,
"I know you were saying something about pants!"
"No I wasn't." Said Beth calmly, for she did not want to reveal the pants game to Jack.
"Yes you were, and I want to know why." He was now standing over her, a little menacingly, and said threateningly, "If you don't tell me, I won't give you any more rum," Beth still didn't flinch…until he continued. "…and you'll starve to death while I live merrily." Beth scowled, she really didn't like Jack, and when Jack was sane, he didn't like her either. So she knew that he wasn't kidding.
"The Pants Game…" she finally confessed quietly.
"The Pants Game?" Jack asked with a queer smile, as if he was interested.
"The Pants Game!" Beth said a little annoyed.
"You've been hanging around Will way to much, love." He liked it when Beth cooperated with him, and when she was mad at him. She gasped and slapped right in the face.
"I didn't deserve that!" he tried to say it as if he were annoyed, but he liked her spunk…except when it hurt.
"It's when you repeat what someone else has said, but instead of saying the original noun, you say, 'Pants!'" Beth said, glaring at him. Jack nodded, then said confused,
"Noun?"
"You're hopeless!" Beth said, definitely angry at his ignorance.
"No I'm not, you just don't like me." He said with a smile that struck home.
"I don't like you when you're an idiot." Stated Beth.
"And how often is that, love?"
"Often enough." Then Beth smiled when Jack did, and said sweetly, "But not all the time."
Beth walked off along the shore of the island, and Jack walked in the opposite direction. He was thinking about last night, or what he could remember of it. He definitely could remember the part with her cheek smacked on his shoulder and the cute look of terror in her eyes. He grinned and said to himself,
"I'm good." He remembered more and more every second until something struck him that he had not noticed when they were talking last night.
"Meg? Meg. Meg!" He started running back, then stopped. This thought of happiness made him forget that if he asked "Dictionary Beth" about Meg, starving her to death wouldn't get her to betray her best friend. He started to pace back and forth on a particular piece of land. Then a very cunning idea popped into his head.
"Beth gets drunk VERY easily." He smiled sort of evilly, then began to concoct a plan. He saw Beth walking along the shore and looking at the sea, obviously troubled. This would be a good opportunity to make Beth mad at him, at which point, she usually grabbed a bottle of rum. He walked casually over to her, along the way, practicing his charms.
"What's wrong, love?" He asked soothingly.
"Nothing." She turned to make sure it was the same Jack. "Since when did you care about my feelings?" she asked coldly.
"Do you really think that's fair, love? I think that since were both here together, we might as well care about each other just a tad, even if you are madly in love with Will." He placed his arm around her as her hair blew in the wind.
"Ha! Care about each other, indeed!" said Beth, turning fast to face him with stern eyes. "Your charms may work on an average woman, Captain Jack Sparrow, but they won't work on me." She shoved his hand off of her shoulder and started to walk away.
"They will someday!" He shouted angrily at her. Jack was about to go for a plan 'B' when he saw her in the distance, reaching down in the shaft for a bottle of rum.
"So far, so good." He said with a grin and walked quickly after her. He stood over her and watched her open the top.
"It won't save him, love." Jack said.
"It'll save me from you, and don't call me that." She mumbled and then chugged about half of the bottle.
"Well, fine then! Be that way! It still won't save him, and I'll laugh when he dies!"
"Only because you're jealous." Beth laughed. The intoxication was working.
("I'm gonna' sing the doom song now!")
"Well maybe I am." Said Jack, not really meaning it, but trying to stir up some sort of friendly flirtation. This method was working, and Beth was now very drunk. Even if Jack didn't love Beth he saw this as an opportunity to right past wrongs. He leaned in to kiss her when Beth backed away suddenly and said putting up her index finger and swaying,
"Rule #6: No Kissing the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, even if he is sexy!"
Jack blinked, smiled, and then raised his eyebrows.
"Rule #6?"
"Of The Seven Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow Rules!" said Beth, a little too giddily.
"Ah." Said Jack with a smile of curiosity. "What are those, love?"
"Meg and I made them up!" Beth said proudly. Jack didn't realize that she was about to go on, so he said,
"Yes, about Meg--,"
"No Pushing, no Poking, no Jumping, no Splashing, no Soaping, no Kissing, and no Slapping the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow…for various reasons."
Beth laughed and opened yet another bottle of rum. Jack was amused by these rules and said,
"If only everyone I knew obeyed those ruled, then I wouldn't get slapped so often. Beth! You broke one of the Rules today!"
"Wha-?" Beth murmured. She was almost gone.
"When you slapped me, love."
"Oo…oh!" Jack could see that she was fading. He lifted her up so that she was standing and quickly asked,
"So…What about Meg!"
"Oh…nothing really, she just loves the heck out o' ya." Then Beth fell and asleep on the ground.
"Well, that's interesting…that's very interesting, love." He walked over to where she was laying, patted her head, and said,
"Good little Dictionary Beth." Then he walked away, proud of his wit.
Muahahaha! R&R!Oh and here's the lyrics to "Into the Pants" and The Seven Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow Rules...TALLY HO!
David walked into the pants
With a pants clutched in his pants
He was only a pants
But he knew someone must take a pants
There will always be a pants
Always pantsthat one must scale
There will always be perilous pants
Which someone must sail
Into pants, into capris
Into shorts, into under-roos
Let us ride, let us ride pants again with a pants to tell
Into pants, into pants
Into pants that rip the night
Don't give in, don't give up
But give thanks for the glorious pants
You can tremble, you can fear them
But keep your fighting pants alive boys
Let the shiver ofthem sting you
Fling into pants, spring to your pants boys
Never hold back your pants for a moment
Never doubt that your pants will grow
Hold your pants even higher and into the pants we go
Are there pants that surround us?
Are there pants that block the way?
Knock 'em down, strip 'em back pants
And forward and into the pants
Into pants, into pants
Charge ahead, no, never pants
Yes, it's into the pants we fly
And the pants will burn
Someone has to face the pants
Rush in, we have to rally and win pants
When the pants are saying not to
By Pants, you know you've got to march on, pants
Never hold back your pants for a moment
Never doubt that your pants will grow
Hold your pants ever higher and into the pants we go
Let the pants strike
Let the flash of them shock you
Choke your pants away
Pull as tight as a elastic
Let the pants strike
Let the force of them rock you
We will have our pants, sailing into the pants
Pants ho!
Someone has to face the pants
Rush in! We have to rally and win pants
When the pants are saying not to
By pants, you know you've got to march on, pants
Never hold back your pants for a moment
Look alive! Oh, your pants will grow
Yes, it's higher and higher and into the pants we go
Into pants!
Onward, pants!
No Pushing the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow…Even if He Has Drunken Balance
No Poking the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow…Even if He Is Squishy
No Jumping on the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow…Even if He Is Chokeable
No Splashing the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow…Even if He Is Hot
No Soaping the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow…Even if He Is Dirty
No Kissing the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow…Even if He Is Sexy
No Slapping the Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow…Even if He Is A Scoundrel