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blackpearlsails, unbetaed, and hopefully not too cryptic. PG-13 for language, and inspired by Father's Day. :)
~ An Inflamation of the Lungs ~
Elizabeth was just about to blow out the candle when she heard the familiar sound of approaching boots. She sat up in bed as Jack came in, looking grim. "Is your father all right?" she exclaimed.
Jack shut the door. "Bastard threw a bowl of gruel at me! Look at this!"
There was indeed a large damp patch adorning the front of Jack's waistcoat and breeches. Elizabeth stifled a giggle. "But... but that's a good sign, isn't it?"
"That's what Rosie said, when she could stop laughing." Jack gave Elizabeth a brief but pointed glare as he began to strip.
~.~
blackpearlsails, unbetaed, and hopefully not too cryptic. PG-13 for language, and inspired by Father's Day. :)~ An Inflamation of the Lungs ~
Elizabeth was just about to blow out the candle when she heard the familiar sound of approaching boots. She sat up in bed as Jack came in, looking grim. "Is your father all right?" she exclaimed.
Jack shut the door. "Bastard threw a bowl of gruel at me! Look at this!"
There was indeed a large damp patch adorning the front of Jack's waistcoat and breeches. Elizabeth stifled a giggle. "But... but that's a good sign, isn't it?"
"That's what Rosie said, when she could stop laughing." Jack gave Elizabeth a brief but pointed glare as he began to strip.
~.~