Disclaimer: No parrots were fricassee'ed in the making of this fic. Characters, dialogue, and situations are not the property of the author.
Summary: A good omen. Scene from the movie, Jack's point of view. Canon pairings. Silly little double drabble for BPS "Cotton's Parrot" challenge.
Time to Fly
"So this is where your heart truly lies, then?"
'Course it is. They'd all seen it coming, hadn't they? Dead obvious, 'cept maybe to the whelp himself, mooning and pussyfooting about and fumbling opportune moments right and left the way he did. But the Commodore, poor blighter, he looked utterly crushed. Oh, the façade still held, but barely. I'll be damned, he really does love the girl. Although, when one considered the girl in question, slender and defiant with those lovely eyes all aflame, 'twas easy enough to understand--
A flash of blue and gold distracted him. Squinting up at the great fool bird flapping about on the cross-bar of the Navy standard, he missed Elizabeth's answer. He knew that bird! Been nearly shat on by it repeatedly en route to Isla De Muerta. Threatened to fricassee it nigh a dozen times to end its blasted squawking.
He'd never been so pleased to see any creature as he was now at the sight of old Cotton's macaw.
As he watched, the parrot cocked its head at him, and quite deliberately...yes, he could've sworn it winked one beady eye.
"Well!" Jack Sparrow exclaimed brightly. "I'm actually feeling rather good about this..."