Rum And White

Title: The Wedding Part E5

Author: Nita Riddle

Feedback: Please, please send to BenilleAlmare@y...

Summery: The reception...or maybe the after party...im not sure
what to call it except insane. Or maybe Sparrowish.

A/N: GN, you asked to know what was old, new, borrowed, and blue
so..... you have your answer. And if the answer doesn't break your
chair, i'm not sure what will.

A/N2: I'm looking for inspiration people...anyone with an suggestion for what nex tto happen, step forward. Please.
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Everyone was crowded in the bar for the reception. Or at least,
thats what she thought they called it.

Jack was sitting in his husbands lap in a way that looked a lot less
innocent than it was. Or perhaps it really was that uninnocent.

Anamaria Renalda Francesca Roxanna Isabel Catherine Monica Flor
Castillia really didn't want to know.

It was bad enough ELizabeth tricked her into wearing a dress.

Not just any dress.

It was purple.

That girl would have made an excellent pirate had she not married
the bird Commodor. By now, even though he was inside the bar, he
was holding the duck, wearing Cotton's parrot on his head, and had
three sea gulls perched around him in various places.

Oh look, one just landed. Make that four seagulls.

Gibbs was the only one missing. God knows where he was hiding. The
last time, Jack, Gibbs, Jack's famild And Anamaria all went to
Singapore, something happened and she didn't see Gibbs for 2 and a
half years after he disappeared somewhere with Darlene Sparrow...

The way he's terrified of Darlene now, it was enough to make
Anamaria half suspect that Pearl was his daughter. Of course, witht
he Sparrows, one never knew.

Elizabeth held up her mug of rum and yelled, "Men! Give me a minute
to give Mr and Mrs Turner's a toast!"

Anamaria looked down at her mug for a second with a smirk.

Everyone was drinking rum because Jack went insane from being sober
and threw all the champagne off the Grey Lark. Which wasn't a loss
for any one really because rum is a real pirates drink, well, not
counting the bird commodor becauseprefprefered cognac. Not that the
Commodor can drink anything at all because off all the birds so it
runed out alright anyways.

A quiet creaking sound told Anamaria without needing to look, that
Gibbs had come back upstairs to hear the toast. Luckily for him,
everyone was looking at Elizabeth anyways so his entering went
unoticed.

She was grinning at the married couple who by the passing second
made the innocent position seem more and more lewd.

"Jack and Will represent something few people ever get to see. True
love. Even if things don't work out the way they planned, they go
with it. They make it work. And sometimes, they get treasure
aswell but I think the most important part of all this was that they
found each other. And I personally, would like to take the cred for for it."

The pirates cheered even though some had a questioning look on their
faces.

Elizabeth went on explaining, "If I had never stolen the one
possession that Will owned when we were children, I would have never
been kidnapped, Jack would have never been saved, and Will would
have never realized how naive he was. So here's to a little cursed
coin that made everyone very happy or drunk. To pirate gold!"

"TO PIRATE GOLD!" the room cheered in a nearly deafening roar.

Jack looked positively thrilled at the toast. He sat up for a
moment and neatened his skirts. "Any questions for the prettiest
bride you've ever seen?"

Pearl looked up at Jack with a mischeievous glint in her
eye, "What's WIll like in bed?"

Jack smiled, "Love, he's everything you could ever imagine and more
but nobody is allowed to imagine because Will is mine, savvy little
one?"

Pearl pouted, "Fine. Do you want your gun back?"

Jack raised an eyebrow and Pearl whisked Jack's gun out from behind
her back. Anamaria noticed it was the very same gun Jack had used
to almost kill the duck.

Istantly, quiet hysterical quacking filled the room and stopped just
as abruptly.

"Bugger, not again," hissed the Commodor between clenched teeth. A
dark stain started to spread down the front of is dress clothes
where the duck was being held.

Anamaria giggled internally.

Jack glared at his younger sibbling, "Give that back Pearl."

She slipped in behind her skirt and pulled back her hands to show
they were empty.

An interesting trick Anamaria wanted to know. How could they figure
out how to hide a gun in a dress? How did you do it? It had to be
a Sparrow family secret.

She folded her hands primly infront of her, "What will you give me
for it?"

Will seemed scared, and who could blame him. He was literally
between Jack Sparrow, and female Jack Sparrow junior. The poor lad
couldn't even escape due to the fact Jack was still sitting on him.

"Pearl.... if you don't give that to me, I shall be forced to let my
crew throw you off the ship." Jack threatened.

Pearl replied just as charmingly as Jack normally did, "I wouldn't o
that if I were you."

"Why not?" Jack asked her in curiousity and disbelief.

"Mother won't let you." she told him.

Darlene made her way to the front of the crowd and snatched Jacks
ear as if he were a naughty six year old boy, "Jack Sparrow! You
apologize to your sister right now."

"But Mother....she stole my gun! Will gave me that gun for our
aniversary!" he whined.

Apperently it was not a wise descision, "Young man, don't even try
that with me. Now apologize to your sister or no more rum for the
rest of the day. And you."

The smirking girl paled and looked up innocently at her
mother, "Mother..?"

"Good work with Jacks gun. You make your mother so proud. Now run
off and have a bit of a drink." she told her daughter proudly as the
pirates stiffled their giggles at Jacks expressions. Pearl happily
skipped off into the thick crowd towards the bar.

Anamaria saw the lookon Jacks face and instantly she knew what he
was going to do. She shook her head and did gestures frantically t
try to get him to reconsider but too late...

"Gibbsisstandingrightbehindyoumum."

Darlene released her son's ear to turn around and face old gibbs who
paled and froze in a deer like pose.

"Jonathan."

"Darlene."

"You little..."

'Gibbs raced towards the door and ran outwards accross the deck in
an attempt to escape. Darlene followed him shrieking, "You rat
bastard! You owe me an oprgasm and I want it back right now! You
owe me a skunk to, I want that as well..." and on and on the
shrieking went.

Jack blushed for a moment, "Well, they wont't be back for a while."

The party returned to normal full swing, with drinking, alughter,
and Elizabeth, the bird Commodor, and Gibbs when he reapperead
flushed two hours later, playing strip poker in the corner.
Elizabeth of course, was winning grandly.

Will and Jack were cuddled adoringly the entire time, both of them
lavishing in the attention. Anamaria was enjoying sneakily
watchingWill and Jack go at it in public while thinking no one knew
they were doing it.

Everyoner did of course, which made it more amusing.

Oh dear, she was out of rum. No matter.

She picked up Loki's mug of rum and started to drink from it,
despite his protests which were quickly silenced when she threw him
one of her usual violent glares.

Will pulled his hand out from under Jack's long skirt to have a
quick drink. From Jack's pleased expression, he'd clearly finished.
Will put down the mug and glanced at his hand. Then he glance again.
Anamaria inched forward to 'over hear'; the conversation.

Quietly Will asked him, "Jack....darling..."

"Yes love?"

"Why is my hand blue?"

Anamaria didn't even try to disquise her intesrest. She stared at
his palm and the inside of his fingers which were, indeed, blue. A
blueberry shade of blue.

Jack didn't seem phased at all as he answered the
question. "Tradition."

"Tradition?"

"Aye, tradition. I asked Elizabeth to borrow her mothers wedding
dress which was somehting old. The viel with goes better with my
eyes was something new. This ship, the Grey Lark is something
Borrowed even if it is without permission and I needed something
blue. I was going to steal something but there was nothing i could
hide on myself without being able to hide my effects so i decided to
make something blue, savyy?"

Anamaria wrapped her arms aroudn her sides to keep from bursting
into laughter.

"Is something wrong?" Elizabeth asked her worriedly from their strip
poker table. Anamaria shook her head, biting her lip. The
incredulous disbelieving look on Will's face was too hilarious to
fight. She burst into laud wild laughter.

The crew of the Black Pearl was so unused to the site of Anamaria
being happy, let alone laughing so hard, they stared at her in
disbelief.

She was eventually led to her quarters to rest until she felt
better, or died from the mysterious illness. Needless to say, the
site of the bird commodor using the duck to cover his bits in
piecies did not make it easier for her to stop laughing.