Wow...all these reviews so fast. Thanks guys:D
Mary/ Thanks, my mum was telling me that same story from the Bible. Just so EVERYONE knows- I don't HATE gays…just their sin of gayness. And if anyone
disagrees with me about gayness bein' a sin…READ YOUR BIBLE.
And thanks for the advice my peeps. ;) I agree Norrington was OOC but hey, this is a wild and estranged fic so yea…
Also, there may be more OOC-ness and 21st century objects, just so you know. ;)
On to the story-
"Bloody…friggin'…Elizabeth…" Jack mumbled in his sleep.
"Bloody…burned…food, shade…rum…rum? RUM!"
With that, Jack yelped and tumbled out of his hammock. He ran to his cabin door, and tried to push it open but it wouldn't budge. Jack panicked -cuz now he can't make sure he still has his rum- and began pulling on the door frantically. It suddenly opened and Jack fell onto the deck.
"Gibbs!" he tried to stand and stumbled his way to the rum cellar.
"GIBBS! Get yer bloody hide down here!" he bellowed.
A thunder of feet came over to the cellar where Jack was.
"Cap'n? Wha's wrong?" Gibbs panted out.
"THE RUM! ITS GONE!" Jack did his hand movements rapidly.
Gibbs began to fear for his captains sanity.
"Captain?" he questioned.
"Why is the rum gone!" Jack grabbed his shoulders and shook the old man.
"What're you talking about, sir?"
Instead of answering, Jack opened the cellar door. Gibbs eyes widened in fear.
Inside, sitting with her arms draped around the back of the chair, was, indeed, Elizabeth.
She had a half-full bottle of amber colored in her hand and a smirk on her face.
"Elizabeth! What're ye doin' 'ere?" Gibbs asked in fear.
"Well.. you know what I always say about this 'vile drink'," Elizabeth started, getting up and waltzing over to the two men, a devilish smile replaced the smirk.
They backed up and she kept moving towards them. Jack and Gibbs found themselves on the deck.
"But of course," Liz said, leaning against the railing. "There's no possible way to burn rum on a ship…so…" she tossed the bottle over the railing with ease into the churning black oblivion of Davy. Jones. LOCKER. She grinned triumphantly and leaned into their scared faces. "I throw it overboard,"
Jack opened his mouth and started to jump over the railing.
"ME RUM!" he cried.
Gibbs leapt over to Jack and caught him around the waist just before he fell overboard.
"Jack! Are ye daft?"
"Aye!" Jack struggled to be free and be with his rum.
Gibbs won and threw him back onto the deck.
"WHY IS THE RUM ALWAYS GONE!" he cried with distress.
Sorry it's so short. I need some more ideas for punishments.
Review...you know you want to. -grins devilishly-
Caribbean Babe