YOOOO HOO! Heather here, ONCE AGAIN, MY LOVELIES. Katie has a CRAZY internet vocabulary.
Were you antsy? ;o
All I can say is that all you reviewers are feeding our egos (not eggos, you see) LIKE WHOA.
SO. This one goes out to all y'all who're wearing some flavah o' lipbalm.
RUM'S ON US. If you can find it.
THE BOOK OF JACK/WILL CRACK FICS.
Lip Balm.
Written by Heather AND Katie.
Jack shifted his weight in frustration, carelessly moving the ship's wheel with him. The ship swerved, and Jack took no notice to the Black Pearl's erratic behaviour.
The captain screwed up his face in frustration and licked his lips for the thirteenth time that minute, only to have the lapping wind in his face dry up his saliva, and so the process repeated. "Bloody lips, you'd think someone would come up with a cure for this already…" He mumbled under his breath.
Will, amused by Jack's steering skills and strange facial expression, strolled up to him, arms folded. "I would ask what you're doing, but I'm rather afraid to know the answer," He said, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"My lips are chapped," Jack grunted bluntly. He licked his lips again.
Will pulled something from his pocket. "Ah, mate, then you ought to use this." He handed Jack a small, cylindrical container full of something of a jelly consistency.
"What is it?" Jack wondered aloud, turning it over in his hand.
"Lip balm," Will answered him intelligently. "The sea salt, it cracks my lips, too."
Jack hesitantly put some on his lips. "…Will, this tastes like rum." He stated, spreading the balm around with his tongue.
"That's because I used some rum to mask the bland flavour," Will added nervously.
"So… that's why all the rum's gone…" Jack said slowly, still tasting the lip balm as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. "Aye, mate, is this stuff Elizabeth's?"
Will blinked. "No, it's mine. Why do you ask?"
"Because…" Jack faced him, a coy smile on his lips. "I might have enjoyed it less if your lips hadn't touched it first."
And with that, Jack sauntered down the stairs to the main deck, leaving Will a good shade of crimson.
Jack was at the wheel again. He had stolen that thing Will had- what did he call it, lip balm?- and was currently using it… again. Hell, it worked like magic. This boy was more of a magician than a pirate.
Suddenly, a hand was on his shoulder. He whipped around, only to be kissed senseless by a certain Will Turner. Before he could respond, Will pulled away and grinned.
"Will, wha-" Jack began, blushing.
"My lips were chapped." And with that, Will snatched the lip balm out of Jack's hands, and sauntered off, whistling.
A/N: I suddenly have the urge to sing that milkshake song...