Captain Jack Sparrow… ticklish? But that certainly seemed to be the case as far as Elizabeth could tell. She laughed softly to herself as she watched his body wriggle under her playful ministrations. This could be fun.
The bed in the Captain’s Quarters on board the newly resurrected Black Pearl were decidedly neater than they had been when Sparrow had them to himself. However, he rarely argued with Elizabeth and Will’s habit of cleaning everything up and putting it away. Aside from those infrequent times in which their fastidiousness caused him to be unable to find something he wanted right then. THEN it became a source of affectionate annoyance. One of many in the relationship of the pirate threesome.
After ‘rescuing’ Jack and the Pearl from Davy Jones’ Locker, the three had been nigh inseparable. It was almost as if the Pearl had three Captains. As far as Mr. Gibbs, or the rest of the crew were concerned, Will or Elizabeth’s orders were as good as Jack’s, and to be followed with the same loyalty. Then again, hadn’t that always been the way it was when any of the three of them were on the Pearl? Sure, the crew had been wary of taking orders from a woman, but had come through when they realized her plan was sound. And Will may have been young, but he had far too much of ol’ Bootstrap in him to be ignored in any way upon the Pearl. Not to mention that he was an excellent swordsman, and an honorable pirate.
Honorable pirate. What was it Jack had said to Barbossa, shortly before attacking him on Isla Del Muerta for their skeleton’s duel? “…a dishonest man you can always trust to be dishonest. Honestly, it’s the honest ones you have to watch out for. You never can predict if they’re going to do something incredibly stupid.” In the case of the three now sharing the Captain’s Quarters on the Pearl, ‘honorable pirate’ would never be an oxymoron. Especially in the case of Captain Jack Sparrow.
Captain Jack Sparrow, who, even now, was ‘fighting’ desperately to get away from Elizabeth’s hands and yet still manage to keep his comfy spot on the large bed they all shared. If it wasn’t one battle, it was another. Though admittedly, not all battles were glorious.
Will laughed quietly to himself before rolling over and wrapping his arms around Elizabeth’s slim waist, pulling her off the wriggling, laughing pirate captain. Playful moments like these weren’t exactly rare in their lives anymore. Though they did keep most of their roughhousing to their quarters, along with various other… activities… that are meant to be kept private. Not that the crew, at this point, having gone to the ends of the world and back for Jack, having worked with Elizabeth and Will throughout the ordeal, would have any problems with the playfully affectionate way the three acted with each other.
Jack controlled his breathing and shot a completely ineffective (and unrealistic) glare at Elizabeth, who was laughing and struggling against Will’s grip at her waist, telling Will to let her go and ineffectually swatting at his hands. They all knew she could wrestle with either of the men and have an equal chance of winning… Working on and basically Captaining a ship took a lot of physical strength. The three of them were basically evenly matched. But sometimes, in a game such as this one, Elizabeth stopped bothering to fight back. Jack smirked. In this particular case, that was an unwise decision.
The squeal Elizabeth let out when Jack pounced on her (unintentionally and regrettably pinning William beneath both of them) was loud enough that Mr. Gibbs, passing by the Captain’s Quarters, raised an eyebrow before moving on. A smile appeared on his lips.
It was good to have them all there together. What they did WHILE together, on the other hand, was none of his business. Chuckling to himself, he strolled away, beginning to sing under his breath…
A pirate’s life for me…
We’re rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves,
Drink up, me ‘earties, yo ho…
We’re devils and black sheep, and really bad eggs…”