(Heylos! I've decided that I am going to create a contest. Now, there will be a prize, but it's rather small, since I don't have money or t-shirts to throw around. XD The prize for winning the contest is that I'll make you a caption with a character of your choice, provided it's from one of the two PotC movies. The caption will be yours to keep and do what you want with it- I won't post it on the captions page. It'll be YOURS XD So. The subject of the contest will be to write a fic about Will's whipping on the Dutchman. It can be humor, angst- anything you wish. If you'd like to join the contest, PM me, and tell me that you would like to join. After that, write up your story, and email it to me. There's really no deadline for entries, but I'll post a message up here when I'm not accepting any more entries. Have fun, and get writing!)
Chapter I-forget-what-number: In Which Beckett is Tickled and Kicked Over a Cliff
"Bugger." Jack Sparrow muttered, glancing down at the unconcious body at his feet. "I think I tickled him too much."
The person he had tickled was Beckett. He lay there, drool pouring out of his mouth. Suddenly, he started shifting around.
"Oh! I know!" Jack chirped, skipping over to a cannibal's hut. For he was on Cannibal Island. Woot, woot! XD
Anyhoo, he entered the hut, and grabbed some spices. As Beckett woke up, Jack waltzed over to him.
"Oi! Mate!' Jack shouted in Beckett's face. "Ye awake?"
"Grawwwk?" Beckett squawked groggily. He blinked a few times, and yawned. "Whassgoingon?"
"THIS!" Jack giggled, and dumped the various spices over Beckett's head. Taking out a bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup he had found, and squeezed some into Beckett's eyes.
"AHH! I'M BLIND! GRAWWWWWK!" Becktt, now fully awake, ran in circles, sneezing, covered in spices, with chocolate dripping down his face.
"That's right, you bloody chicken!" Jack chuckled, nancing over to Beckett.
Beckett was now tottering at the edge of the cliff.
'Ta!" And with that, Jack shoved Becky over the side.