The Sparrow and the Swan

And he was pushed up against the base of the mast, her thin arms pinning him against the sodden wood and her dirty hair blowing wildly about his face. Jack Sparrow's eyes widened at the pressure of her lips on his, but he shrugged. It was only a matter of time he supposed. Her hands curled about his arms, moved down to brush his wrists. He'd had many women, that was as clear as day, but never had he had a woman as blissfully untamable as Swan. His lips puckered into a ironic smile as he saw the shock in Will Turner's eyes. He liked the boy, he did, but really, he didn't deserve the surprises and hard headed countenance of the lass. Of course, that was the difference, the defining factor in the surfacing triangle. William was a boy, and Jack was a pirate.
He chuckled.
Such a bloody bad, good day.

-Lauren