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Challenge:
Containing the words 'Whisper', 'Feet', "You can't put that there!"
October 29, 2003

By Kayden Eidyak
October 29, 2003

~ Bringing Aboard the Fantasies ~

Jack watched the spoils being brought onboard. He listened to the sound of his crew's feet as they took the goods below. He followed to see that everything was in order. "You can't put that there!" He shouted, noticing Mr. Cotton place material beneath the parrot's perch. He stomped over to rescue what turned out to be a gown. Grumbling about Cotton, he noticed Anamaria. Fantasies of her in the dress flitted through his mind, skirts whispering. It was squashed when she came over with a "I know what you're thinking" glare, snatching it away from him to be sorted.

By Sylvia
October 29, 2003

~ Frustrated Desires ~

"You can't put that there."

A soft feminine whisper in the dark.

Jack froze, bare feet cooling in the night air.

"But I like it there, sweetheart," he replied, just as softly.

"The sheets, they'll get wet!" her tone rising a little.

"I'll be careful. Don't fret," he replied - his fingers caressing the smooth curves.

"But you'll not have to clear it up. Take it away."

Chocolate brown eyes met startling blue in the lantern's gleam.

Frustration etched into every movement, Jack backed off of the bed and replaced
the bottle of rum on the table.

"Women," Jack muttered.

By EstelWolfe
October 29, 2003

~ One Last Gift ~

The sound of uncertain feet had long since died away as the few mourners scattered.

"This wasn't supposed to happen." A warm breeze whipped the whisper away, mocking in its tenderness. "You were supposed to be immortal."

The crucifix on the silver chain caught the sun's light in tantalizing shimmers as shaking hands draped it around the stone marker.

"You can't put that there, you know."

Will stiffened at the unexpected intrusion. "Why?"

"Didn't die well. Not even buried in consecrated ground."

"He died better than you'll ever know, and he was a good man. He should have been buried at sea. He earned that much, at least."

The gravedigger shrugged and moved on, casting another skeptical look at the cross.

The man didn't understand. It wasn't the crucifix that mattered.

It was the thought behind it.

And the silver.

One last gift.

"I'll miss you, brother."

By EstelWolfe
October 29, 2003

~ Daft Gifts ~

"You can't put that there."

Ana-Maria stopped, staring at Jack in amused perplexity as he plucked the ornate dragon charm and chain from her fingers.

"Why can't I wear it around my neck?"

"Because that'd be the expected thing to do." His feet were silent as he moved to face her.

"So?"

"I gave it to you."

"And I have to acknowledge this by wearing it in some daft fashion."

"Aye."

"Jack, what are you doing?" He shrugged, manipulating the chain through the holes in her shirt.

She almost missed his whisper. "Better. Now it can sit over your heart."

By Space Pirate
October 30, 2003

~ A Day at the Beach ~

From her prone position, she recognised his booted feet even before she heard his unmistakable voice.

“You can’t put that there!”

Lifting her head and tilting it back, she watched him with barely veiled amusement. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the exposed small of her back, her trousers riding precariously low.

“Why not?”

“It’s not… ladylike.”

“Since when have you wanted me to be ladylike, Jack Sparrow?”

“Captain Jack Sparrow,” he automatically replied. After glancing at a nearby native selecting various sharp instruments, he added in a strained whisper, “Since you decided to tattoo me name on your arse!”

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