Pirates of the Carribean
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serafina20Saw it. Loved it. The audience was interesting. When Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp first appeared on screen, all the women squealed. I've never had that before. Not the whole theater. The only thing that came close was when I saw "The Man in the Iron Mask" and there were 4 girls in front of my who got giggly stupid when Leo came onscreen, but this was MUCH different.
My verdict? Gayer than a very Gay Thing. Plus, Kiera Knightly rocked. Not only is she goregous, but she never stooped to being annoying or a victim or anything I ususually dislike in female characters.
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hederahelix mentioned the fact that someone will write a badfic about how Elizabeth Swann got rid of the rum on the island in which she and Jack were marooned on in order to resist the temptation to sleep with him. I've decided to spare her the pain of looking and write it here. Well ... sort of. (And then, I swear to all things holy-ish that I was finish COTW 39).
Figuring It Out
"I've figured it out," Jack announced, flopping loosely besides me on deck of the Black Pearl.
"Oh?" I answered distractedly, trying to force the damn needled through the canvas again. I hated mending the sails. Hated it with a passion. Needlepoint had never been my greatest love to being with, but at least the material had been halfway decent. Sails on the other hand seemed to do anything they could to repel needle and thread, much to my eternal frustration.
"Yeah. I've figured it out. Finally. Been wondering, I have, for years about why you did it and now I know."
He stopped there and, when I looked up, I saw that he looked insufferably pleased with himself, as he always did when he'd done something he decided was clever. It was both annoying and oddly charming at the same time.
Jack sat there, looking at me with that expression until, with a heavy sigh, I laid my mending in my lap and said, "What have you figured out?"
"Why you got rid of the rum."
I frowned; why on earth would I do something stupid like that? Besides, I had done no such thing.
"I what?"
"The rum. You got rid of it." On seeing my blank face stay blank, he sighed. "On the island."
I still had no idea what he was talking about so I raised my eyebrow.
Jack sighed again, this time with his hands, dramatically. I knew that when he began speaking again, he'd use his hands in that queer, delicate way of his that he thought made things immeasurably clearer. The rest of the world, however, found his hands so memorizing that all they could do was stare at them, waving about in the air lightly until they were so confused, they agree to anything.
Which was how Will and I ended up in bed with him the first time. And the second. And every time after, except when I was the aggressor. Not that I'm complaining or anything.
I realized he was talking and I'd been staring at his hands like a lust-filled strumpet. Which I am not.
I forced myself to focus my attention on his words.
"On the island. When we were maroon. By Captain Barbossa? And you got rid of the rum?"
Ah, yes. Now I remember. Dear Lord, that was four years ago.
"Oh, right. I do remember. Why did I get rid of the rum, Jack?" I felt I needed to remind him of his name. He'd answered to 'Will' quite a few times in recent weeks. Of course, I had been pleased enough with the results not to complain, and things did tend to get confused with three people in bed at times, but still. With Jack, it was often better to keep things fresh in his mind.
He smiled and leaned in. Brushing hair from my face, he said, "You got rid of the rum because you were afraid if we kept drinking, you'd lose your resolve and sleep with me."
It was all I could do to keep a straight face. I stared at him, schooling my face into perfect calmness as my chest constricted. I couldn't breath for fear I'd laugh. I felt as if I'd been confined once more to a bloody corset.
Jack kissed me as I struggled not to cut him down by my hysterical laughter. "It's okay, love," he purred. "I understand. I'm quite irresistible, and you were young."
Must. Not. Insult. Lover. By. Raucous. Laughter.
I kissed him back while I struggled within myself. He'd been getting testy and irritable in the past week, and I didn't want to upset him. Commodore Norrington hadn't caught us in almost a month, and Jack, I think, missed him. Not that he'd ever admit it. He never spoke of any feeling for the Commodore, instead acting as if it were just the world's most elaborate sex-play. However, at the same time, he never attempted to hide the overly pleased smile he got when his eyes fell on the Commodore, or was able to keep the soft edge out of his voice when speaking about him.
When Jack pulled back, he smiled again. "I forgive you, Elizabeth."
Drawing on all my training as a young lady--the kind that taught me never to be anything but unfailingly polite and smile nicely--I smiled at him and caressed his cheek. "Thank you, Jack. That does mean a lot." I leaned in and kissed him again.
"British ship off the port bow!" Riley cried from the crows nest.
Jack's eyes lit up and he leapt to his feet.
Quietly, I rose and folded the sail neatly. It would wait. And, as for Jack, he could live with his delusions. I got rid of the rum so I wouldn't be tempted to sleep with him. I'd let him think that, and never tell him otherwise.
Besides. He wasn't far from the truth.
Fin
My verdict? Gayer than a very Gay Thing. Plus, Kiera Knightly rocked. Not only is she goregous, but she never stooped to being annoying or a victim or anything I ususually dislike in female characters.
hederahelix mentioned the fact that someone will write a badfic about how Elizabeth Swann got rid of the rum on the island in which she and Jack were marooned on in order to resist the temptation to sleep with him. I've decided to spare her the pain of looking and write it here. Well ... sort of. (And then, I swear to all things holy-ish that I was finish COTW 39).Figuring It Out
"I've figured it out," Jack announced, flopping loosely besides me on deck of the Black Pearl.
"Oh?" I answered distractedly, trying to force the damn needled through the canvas again. I hated mending the sails. Hated it with a passion. Needlepoint had never been my greatest love to being with, but at least the material had been halfway decent. Sails on the other hand seemed to do anything they could to repel needle and thread, much to my eternal frustration.
"Yeah. I've figured it out. Finally. Been wondering, I have, for years about why you did it and now I know."
He stopped there and, when I looked up, I saw that he looked insufferably pleased with himself, as he always did when he'd done something he decided was clever. It was both annoying and oddly charming at the same time.
Jack sat there, looking at me with that expression until, with a heavy sigh, I laid my mending in my lap and said, "What have you figured out?"
"Why you got rid of the rum."
I frowned; why on earth would I do something stupid like that? Besides, I had done no such thing.
"I what?"
"The rum. You got rid of it." On seeing my blank face stay blank, he sighed. "On the island."
I still had no idea what he was talking about so I raised my eyebrow.
Jack sighed again, this time with his hands, dramatically. I knew that when he began speaking again, he'd use his hands in that queer, delicate way of his that he thought made things immeasurably clearer. The rest of the world, however, found his hands so memorizing that all they could do was stare at them, waving about in the air lightly until they were so confused, they agree to anything.
Which was how Will and I ended up in bed with him the first time. And the second. And every time after, except when I was the aggressor. Not that I'm complaining or anything.
I realized he was talking and I'd been staring at his hands like a lust-filled strumpet. Which I am not.
I forced myself to focus my attention on his words.
"On the island. When we were maroon. By Captain Barbossa? And you got rid of the rum?"
Ah, yes. Now I remember. Dear Lord, that was four years ago.
"Oh, right. I do remember. Why did I get rid of the rum, Jack?" I felt I needed to remind him of his name. He'd answered to 'Will' quite a few times in recent weeks. Of course, I had been pleased enough with the results not to complain, and things did tend to get confused with three people in bed at times, but still. With Jack, it was often better to keep things fresh in his mind.
He smiled and leaned in. Brushing hair from my face, he said, "You got rid of the rum because you were afraid if we kept drinking, you'd lose your resolve and sleep with me."
It was all I could do to keep a straight face. I stared at him, schooling my face into perfect calmness as my chest constricted. I couldn't breath for fear I'd laugh. I felt as if I'd been confined once more to a bloody corset.
Jack kissed me as I struggled not to cut him down by my hysterical laughter. "It's okay, love," he purred. "I understand. I'm quite irresistible, and you were young."
Must. Not. Insult. Lover. By. Raucous. Laughter.
I kissed him back while I struggled within myself. He'd been getting testy and irritable in the past week, and I didn't want to upset him. Commodore Norrington hadn't caught us in almost a month, and Jack, I think, missed him. Not that he'd ever admit it. He never spoke of any feeling for the Commodore, instead acting as if it were just the world's most elaborate sex-play. However, at the same time, he never attempted to hide the overly pleased smile he got when his eyes fell on the Commodore, or was able to keep the soft edge out of his voice when speaking about him.
When Jack pulled back, he smiled again. "I forgive you, Elizabeth."
Drawing on all my training as a young lady--the kind that taught me never to be anything but unfailingly polite and smile nicely--I smiled at him and caressed his cheek. "Thank you, Jack. That does mean a lot." I leaned in and kissed him again.
"British ship off the port bow!" Riley cried from the crows nest.
Jack's eyes lit up and he leapt to his feet.
Quietly, I rose and folded the sail neatly. It would wait. And, as for Jack, he could live with his delusions. I got rid of the rum so I wouldn't be tempted to sleep with him. I'd let him think that, and never tell him otherwise.
Besides. He wasn't far from the truth.
Fin
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Date: 2003-07-10 10:01 am (UTC)Re: snerk.
Date: 2003-07-10 10:18 am (UTC)And I need to write more. Probably a first time between Jack, Elizabeth, and Will. *sigh* I'll need to figure out how to write threesomes now.
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Date: 2003-07-10 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-10 11:50 am (UTC)At the beginning, when you see LdC's eyes looking up from his sketch pad? A collective sigh went up from, oh, 35 or so 14 year olds scattered around the room.
BTW, the dating teenager contingent apparently didn't realize it was a three-hour movie, since they sort of left, one couple at a time, beginning around halfway through.
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Date: 2003-07-10 12:34 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-07-10 01:19 pm (UTC)Or they could have been wimps like me and not want to see the ship go down. It's one of the reasons I avoided it when it was in theaters. ;)
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Date: 2003-07-10 01:53 pm (UTC)Re:
Date: 2003-07-10 08:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-07-12 07:36 pm (UTC)must go find fic, and reread a certain person's pirate clex too... *vbg*
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Date: 2003-07-17 11:45 am (UTC)I loved it! Everything people mentioned above, especially the J/N. Very funny.
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Date: 2003-07-17 02:24 pm (UTC)