...And Stars

Yet more PotC. Elizabeth and Jack, set in some nebulous future. Possible spoilers for DMC, rated PG-13 for language and suggestion.



"You know- your vanity's an affront to the Almighty."

"So's your chastity," he shot back, and rolled away, in search of another needle.


( ...And Stars )

This day has been long.

I blame this on: length of time at desk.

My friends keep sending me PotC quizzes in emails that they think I will get a laugh out of. And I do. Then they become tiresome. I am always unerringly Jack Sparrow when I take those little interweb quizzes, because that is what you get when you answer questions poorly and skittishly; so pish-posh I wave my hands at them and tell them to go get me a drink, or get out of my face.

I do not want to be Jack Sparrow. I think it would be awful to suddenly be a boy, as being a girl is so freaking cool. I mean- look at us ! And our pretty clothes ! No offense to boys, whom I adore. But I would steal Jack's coat. And, you know, any shreds of sexual restraint he had retained through life's rocky and difficult road. NO HONEY, BABY, I AM NOT IN HERE LOOKING AT JACK SPARROW PORN. NO, NO NEED TO WALK OVER AND CHECK. Fuck I wish there was Jack Sparrow porn. Except- it would be awfully top heavy. I mean, with all the dreads and the scarf and the bangles and the charms and then.... nothing below ? Maybe he's horribly hairy in addition, which would help give visual balance. Urf. Maybe we could arrange for him to still be wearing a coat or boots. Otherwise it just seems silly, like having sex in a helmet and boa. NO SWEETIE I AM NOT LOOKING AT HELMET PORN.

I really, really want to go drinking, serious drinking, maybe also some yelling; and interestingly enough my college roommate will be in town again tomorrow. This could be amazing. It could involve vomiting and any number of sea shanties, not necessarily in that order.

This day has been long.