Pairing: Jack and Elizabeth
Word Count: 304
Prompt: Sickness and Health
Till Death Do Us Part
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His mysterious eyes danced across the smooth curvatures of her supple skin, absorbing the aura of her physical decadence while mystified by her sudden display of sensuality. Her lips were pursed; glistening under the influence of dim candlelight as her tongue skillfully grazed the edges of her bottom lip, letting the excruciating moments of idleness pass. Her eyelids sank low, beckoning him to the call of her majesty, the King.
"I wouldn't touch that, mate," said a small voice, skeptically.
"Why not?" Jack wrinkled his nose at the intrusion.
"Don't believe the whelp would be too happy if he found out that his blushing new bride's, erm … virtue, had been ransacked by the likes of us," another voice began, startling Jack.
"Why would I bloody care about what the whelp has to say?" Jack replied, narrowing his brow.
They've got a bond."
"Aye, a true bond."
"Obviously, they have a bond that she'll willingly break, making it not so much of a bond after all," Jack stated knowingly, eying the tantalizing scene before him. He let a small smirk rise from the corner of his lips.
"Or, so it seems," the voice's disparaging response dampened Jack's spirit, causing him to anxiously avert his eyes around the cabin.
"I think the whelp can handle it, being immortal Captain of the Flying Dutchman and all," Jack stated with an undertone of resentment and sarcasm. "He can just find himself another girl – or, perhaps, become a eunuch."
"Their vows cannot be easily severed, Jackie."
"To be held in not only sickness but, in health."
"Till death do they part."
"Last time I checked he was, in fact, dead, gentleman," Jack affirmed knowingly, lifting his arms up to illustrate his point.
"She'll always love him, forever waiting - till death do her part."
"Now, can you handle that, mate?"