veronica_rich (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
veronica_rich) wrote2010-02-06 03:18 pm
veronica_rich) wrote2010-02-06 03:18 pm
Drabble: "No, Don't Get Up ... Really ..."
POTC drabble - I don't own any of these characters, obviously enough!
"No, Don't Get Up ... Really ..."
Rating: G for execution, X for your imagination (possibly B for humor)
Char: Gibbs, Jack, and ... well, everybody
Summary: Poor Gibbs has been used by the fandom's writers to interrupt more sex aboard the Black Pearl than a police raid on Heidi Fleiss's bedroom.
A/N: Just some crazy shit I came up with while trying to work.
He raised his hand to knock … hesitating.
Did he want to bother the Captain? Every other time he was forced down here for guidance, he faced some inflagranti delicto – Anamaria, Miss Elizabeth, Turner, the Commodore, Shaftoe, Martingale, Mr. Kate, those two pygmies. Joshamee Gibbs had seen Jack Sparrow’s naked rump more than his mama.
He heard Jack’s voice through the door; ah, just talking to himself. His almost-knock was suspended by a squawk from Myrtle, the ship’s hen … and then cooing.
Followed by bleating.
Gibbs turned away. He didn’t really need Jack’s directions to outrun that naval armada.
"No, Don't Get Up ... Really ..."
Rating: G for execution, X for your imagination (possibly B for humor)
Char: Gibbs, Jack, and ... well, everybody
Summary: Poor Gibbs has been used by the fandom's writers to interrupt more sex aboard the Black Pearl than a police raid on Heidi Fleiss's bedroom.
A/N: Just some crazy shit I came up with while trying to work.
He raised his hand to knock … hesitating.
Did he want to bother the Captain? Every other time he was forced down here for guidance, he faced some inflagranti delicto – Anamaria, Miss Elizabeth, Turner, the Commodore, Shaftoe, Martingale, Mr. Kate, those two pygmies. Joshamee Gibbs had seen Jack Sparrow’s naked rump more than his mama.
He heard Jack’s voice through the door; ah, just talking to himself. His almost-knock was suspended by a squawk from Myrtle, the ship’s hen … and then cooing.
Followed by bleating.
Gibbs turned away. He didn’t really need Jack’s directions to outrun that naval armada.
no subject
Poor Mr. Gibbs.
no subject
Glad to be of service!