My dearest lady pirate doctor - Nytd,

Merry Christmas my wonderful beta! I must say that I'm thankful for all that you've done for me in the last few months. You've always been a great friend. I thought you might get a kick out of this ;) So, I hope you enjoy!

With all the Christmas cheer in the world,

Your saucy pirate wench - Marcella :)

Pairing: Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth, Barbossa, Murtogg and Mullroy.
Word Count: 502
Prompt: Naughty and Nice

It Was All Her Idea

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"Here are a few personal observations on social dancing at formal balls. I'm not an expert, of course, but formal means a particular way of arranging a dance evening, with ballroom-style dances for couples — in the case at hand, Viennese Waltz, the fast original waltz form. Polkas, marches, mazurkas may so fill out the music program, but the Waltz is what you must learn."

The two men looked on as Elizabeth handed them two elaborate dresses from her armoire.

"Dressy attire is not only suggested but required for this sort of holiday event, so this licenses us to wear proper fashions of clothing. For the men, that means frock coats or uniforms and for the belles of this ball, beautiful gowns that brighten the ballroom and rustle and swirl as they turn. Now turn," she ordered.

"Still don't understand why we have to wear the gowns!" Murtogg retorted gruffly.

"Yeah! I thought we were going to play a trick on-"

"Hush! I'll have no more talking until we're done!" she exclaimed, pulling a small bottle of carmine mixed with grease from her bed table. "Now, gentlemen, what do you know about lipstick?"

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The Turner family took time and care in decorating for the midwinter holidays with whatever natural materials looked attractive at that bleakest time of year --evergreens, berries, forced blossoms along with the necessary candles and fires were placed with great care around their humble home.

Beef, goose, ham, and turkey were accounted for and were true holiday favorites. Barbossa was kind enough to bring fish, oysters, mincemeat pies, and brandied peaches – one of little William's favorites.

It was indeed like clockwork, after a long evening of dancing and merrymaking, William played with his father in front of the fireplace and Pintel and Ragetti had a celebratory mug of rum to warm their bones. Jack Sparrow could be found sitting comfortably in the corner of the room with two, rather hefty women on his lap, fanning themselves vigorously with dainty, white, lace fans.

"Well, lookie 'ere, gents! It's Father Christmas hisself!" Barbossa exclaimed as he brought in another large bag of oysters.

"Ah, still jealous, I see. Because you, you old codger, do not have naughty and nice sitting so gracefully on your lap," he boasted, smiling at the two lovely ladies on his lap as he slithered his arms around their waists.

Barbossa smiled, trying to contain his laughter. "Is that so? Ladies, yer fans, if yeh please," he called to them, holding out his hands.

The two women looked at one another, closing their fans slowly as Jack's eyes widened at the two familiar faces.

"Oh, bloody hell! Get off!"

Murtogg and Mullroy rose to their feet, lifting their elaborate gowns as they darted across the room with Jack swiftly following from behind, carrying a pistol in hand.

And all that could be heard from afar on Christmas Eve were their screams. "It was all her idea!"

"Happy Christmas, Jack," Elizabeth whispered from her window, returning to the fireplace to play with her son.