Disclaimer: I own nothing but what's left of my mind after the last few weeks – and even that's debatable. Everything else belongs to Disney, Bruckheimer and Verbinski, drat it all. August 2005.
Author's notes: In answer to the "Narrow Escapes" drabble challenge on The Black Pearl Sails Fanfiction Yahoo group.
A NARROW ESCAPE
BY
KAHVA
She'd fallen from Fort Charles, the last thing she saw was the face of the newly-minted Commodore. Upon awakening, the first thing she saw was the face of her rescuer. Freshly freed from Death's watery cell, she soon found herself held captive in the strong, water-logged arms of her rescuer, revealed as the pirate Jack Sparrow.
"I saved your life, you save mine, we're square."
Now safe in her room, bed warmer under the covers, pirate gold nestled snugly against her bosom, she reflected that she'd had a narrow escape indeed.
She had narrowly escaped a marriage proposal from James Norrington.