the Dalaverse

Request the first: made by geek_mama_2, Jack/Elizabeth, "a beautiful sword."


Negotiations


"A respectable haul," said Jack philosophically, dipping his hand into the barrel of gunpowder.

Elizabeth's eyes flickered to a group of the Pearl's men lighting a celebratory pipe. "It will fetch a good price, no doubt, and the sooner we rid ourselves of it, the better."

"Aye, though we'll keep a bit for our own stores," he agreed. He watched the dark grains run through his fingers, avoiding her gaze. "And would you like a portion t' that fine-looking pistol o' yours?"

She planted a fist on her hip. "You know very well what I would like, Jack Sparrow."

Following her glance, Jack did an exaggerated double-take at the glittering blade newly strapped to his belt. "Surely you don't mean this wretched old thing, lass. Why, 'twas hardly fit for the French bastard from whence it came."

"It is a beautiful sword, Captain," she said through gritted teeth, impatient with his teasing. "May I have it or not?"

He cocked his head in consideration, idly stroking his beard. "Hmmm. I daresay I might be persuaded to part with it," he admitted at last.

"Oh?" said Elizabeth, the corner of her mouth twitching despite her best efforts to keep it firm.

Jack's lips split into a wide grin. He dusted the last of the powder from his hand and extended it to her, formal as a lord. "Shall we discuss it over a bottle of rum, m'lady?"