Davy Jones's crocodile machine

Especially for beldar, who has not seen them. Put aside about 10 minutes to watch the three of these:

( The other two are cut to save my f-list )

POTC drabble-and-half - "(The Impossible Takes a Little Longer)"

Title: "The Difficult We Do Right Away (The Impossible Takes a Little Longer)"
Rating: PG-13 for naughty words
Gen Jack and Will
Disclaimer: I make no profit from the use of these characters, nor do I own them.
Summary: It seems a foregone conclusion what's going to happen when Jack orders Will thrown into the brig in AWE. But what's taking so damn long?
A/N: Written for the old "cage" prompt at blackpearlsails


He found the whelp staring down at the lock on the door of his cage, arms crossed, corners of his mouth down. “Expected t’ catch you engineering your clever escape,” Jack airily observed.

Will didn’t raise his eyes.

“You’re never going to stare that door off its hinges.”

Will still didn’t look up.

“Need some leverage for that.”

Will’s rigid jaw twitched in violent promise.

“I’m sorely disappointed with your progress,” Jack pushed, curling his fingers around two of the bars, leaning between. “Come, Mr. Turner. Where would fair lady be if you’d diddled your once upon a time before a cell door?”

Turner’s teeth ground behind compressed lips.

“It’s simple application of force-”

“Jack.” A sharp grunt.

Finally. He swayed back, dropping his hands and trying not to stroke Will’s sword he’d confiscated when incarcerating the scowling smith. “Aye?”

“The bench … is across in the other fucking cell.”

POTC drabble - "Lucky? 8"

Title: "Lucky? 8"
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Will, Tia Dalma
Disclaimer: Well, it's clear by now this wasn't MY original creation in any sense ...
Prompt: Sex at potc100
A/N: I'm' getting a migraine thinking about having to link all the prior parts, begun by pearlseed and written by half of everyone in fandom so far except me. Go here for all the links to prior parts. Oh, and this.
Summary: One hundred words to explain about Will meeting the formidable Tia Dalma, his mind wandering, distracted by her feminine charms, as it were. Where it ends...

Will's heart, blood, breath, world stopped in that moment. He was so close to her lips he could see only her, feel only her metallic breath against his cheek. In his mind's eye, he leaned just a twisted braid closer, melding burning lips to hers and from that point, consummation, swift, thorough, passionate conflagration of his swift, burning, oh so wicked and melting lust would surely ignite.

He was singularly stunned after Tia Dalma (Calypso?!) was drawn away by a smile-frown of wicked gold and ivory, to learn this invader of his dreams had plundered his eternity only seconds before.

drabble - "Heaven at 11"

Title: "Heaven at 11"
Rating: PG
Pairings: Jack, Will (slash)
Disclaimer: It's obvious yet again this wasn't MY original creation in any sense ...
Prompt: "Sex" at potc100
A/N: This is the Fic That Never Ends, begun by pearlseed and written by half of everyone in fandom so far, now including me (I swear this is it for me!). Go here for all the links to prior parts. Oh, and this.
Summary: One hundred words to explain about Jack coming once again into Will's orbit, his mind wandering, distracted by his masculine charms, as it were. Where it ends...

Jack’s heart, blood, breath, world stopped in that moment. He was so close to his lips he could see only Will, feel his smoky breath against his cheek. In his mind's eye, he leaned just a blond hair closer, melding burning lips to Will’s and from that point, consummation, swift, thorough, passionate commencement of his deep, aching, oh so wicked and dirty love would surely ignite.

He singularly stunned Will with a rough shove into the drink, wearing a grin of wicked gold, again learning that this near-mutineer (pretty pirate, ohyes) had commandeered his black heart well before his death.