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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
22
Views:
2,619
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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What Harm Can Come Of It
Title: What Harm Can Come of it?
Author: Nita Riddle
Warning: Angry house wi- er, husband.
Summery: jack is an idiot.
A/N: okay, Elaine, I may turn this into a longer fic but NO ONE has
permission to use my story unless i choose to pimp the conversations
to be written in a story by some one else. BTW, Elaine, this is
dedicated to you and 'tilla. PS, Elaine, I am NOT your slave.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm home love. I had a terrible day."
"Jack, you made it back to Port Royal in time for dinner."
"Lovely....I already ate."
"Is this because you don't like my pie?"
"Honestly? Yes."
"You WILL eat the bloody pie. I've been working all day, slaving
away, and you admit to purposely making yourself full and spoiling
your dinner."
"Yes love."
"So, how was your day?"
"Horrible. We robbed two merchant vessels, pulled in a huge booty,
but we didn't get any rum."
"....that's horrible?! THAT'S HORRIBLE!"
"Well it was certainly worse than your day. You stay here, play
around in your smithy with metal, feed baby Jon, and cook. how
difficult is that?"
"CLEARLY YOU'VE NEVER BEEN TO MADRID!"
"........"
"You wish to know how my day goes? I wake up before the sun rises
because Jon can't sleep. I rock him until he tires himself out from
screaming and by then, the sun is up, I make breakfast, wash the
clothes, clean the kitchen, wash the pans. I bathe the little one
and then myself. Then, I go to the smith, with Jon of course
because if you leave him alone for too long, he starts screaming. I
spend hours hammering a single piece of metal and i have finished a
single sword. Then I make four dozen nails because that is what
sells around here. Then, i make lunch, change clothes, practice rds,rds, feed jon. Then I go to the market and go shopping for what
ever is needed, of course taking the child, and go through hell with
all the nose womenfolk who are constantly trying to discover who the
mother of Jon is despite the fact I keep telling them it's me. Then
I've got tea with Elizabeth, which means I must change clothes again
and change Jon's clothes to take him. By now, he's fussy and wants
to play with his toys so I have to bringh atleast 5 dint tnt toys
with me to Elizabeths because, otherwise, he starts screaming.
Heaven forbid if someone tries to take a toy away from him. he or
she, wiull get bitten. I believe Norrington still has scars from
the last time he tried to take somng fng from Jon. Then, home it is
I go where i must spend the rest of he time trying to get to sleep
and make dinner. Since you are still at sea, me and Jon at by
ourselves and I go to sleep to an empty bed. You have a very easy
life, husband, don't take it for granted. You are sleeping in the
guest bedroom tonight."
"I'm sorry I asked."
"Jack, I can't take this life much longer. I'm taking Jon with me,
and we are going to live with you on the Black Pearl."
"We can't."
"Why not?"
"She left. I told them to go without me. I wanted to spend some
times with my family but it appears I shall be spending my time in
the guest bedroom."
"Don't be like that. I'm sorry I yelled at you."
"Good. Also, I got cursed by mistake."
"Cursed?"
"Aye, cursed."
"What. Kind. Of. Curse."
"......The curse."
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"The curse that brought us that."
"Why are you gesturing your head at Jon's room? Is this another
silly code of....oh."
"That's it? Oh?"
"Well no, but, erm, I just noticed you have....."
"What, breasts? Aye, I can look at myself in the mirror....want to
play with them."
"......."
"Not even a little?"
"......."
"You are playing with my breasts THIS MINUTE or else you Will Become
a EUNUCH!"
"Alright, but I don't like where this is heading and I don't think
this is a good idea."
"What harm can come of it?"
Author: Nita Riddle
Warning: Angry house wi- er, husband.
Summery: jack is an idiot.
A/N: okay, Elaine, I may turn this into a longer fic but NO ONE has
permission to use my story unless i choose to pimp the conversations
to be written in a story by some one else. BTW, Elaine, this is
dedicated to you and 'tilla. PS, Elaine, I am NOT your slave.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"I'm home love. I had a terrible day."
"Jack, you made it back to Port Royal in time for dinner."
"Lovely....I already ate."
"Is this because you don't like my pie?"
"Honestly? Yes."
"You WILL eat the bloody pie. I've been working all day, slaving
away, and you admit to purposely making yourself full and spoiling
your dinner."
"Yes love."
"So, how was your day?"
"Horrible. We robbed two merchant vessels, pulled in a huge booty,
but we didn't get any rum."
"....that's horrible?! THAT'S HORRIBLE!"
"Well it was certainly worse than your day. You stay here, play
around in your smithy with metal, feed baby Jon, and cook. how
difficult is that?"
"CLEARLY YOU'VE NEVER BEEN TO MADRID!"
"........"
"You wish to know how my day goes? I wake up before the sun rises
because Jon can't sleep. I rock him until he tires himself out from
screaming and by then, the sun is up, I make breakfast, wash the
clothes, clean the kitchen, wash the pans. I bathe the little one
and then myself. Then, I go to the smith, with Jon of course
because if you leave him alone for too long, he starts screaming. I
spend hours hammering a single piece of metal and i have finished a
single sword. Then I make four dozen nails because that is what
sells around here. Then, i make lunch, change clothes, practice rds,rds, feed jon. Then I go to the market and go shopping for what
ever is needed, of course taking the child, and go through hell with
all the nose womenfolk who are constantly trying to discover who the
mother of Jon is despite the fact I keep telling them it's me. Then
I've got tea with Elizabeth, which means I must change clothes again
and change Jon's clothes to take him. By now, he's fussy and wants
to play with his toys so I have to bringh atleast 5 dint tnt toys
with me to Elizabeths because, otherwise, he starts screaming.
Heaven forbid if someone tries to take a toy away from him. he or
she, wiull get bitten. I believe Norrington still has scars from
the last time he tried to take somng fng from Jon. Then, home it is
I go where i must spend the rest of he time trying to get to sleep
and make dinner. Since you are still at sea, me and Jon at by
ourselves and I go to sleep to an empty bed. You have a very easy
life, husband, don't take it for granted. You are sleeping in the
guest bedroom tonight."
"I'm sorry I asked."
"Jack, I can't take this life much longer. I'm taking Jon with me,
and we are going to live with you on the Black Pearl."
"We can't."
"Why not?"
"She left. I told them to go without me. I wanted to spend some
times with my family but it appears I shall be spending my time in
the guest bedroom."
"Don't be like that. I'm sorry I yelled at you."
"Good. Also, I got cursed by mistake."
"Cursed?"
"Aye, cursed."
"What. Kind. Of. Curse."
"......The curse."
"I'm afraid I don't understand."
"The curse that brought us that."
"Why are you gesturing your head at Jon's room? Is this another
silly code of....oh."
"That's it? Oh?"
"Well no, but, erm, I just noticed you have....."
"What, breasts? Aye, I can look at myself in the mirror....want to
play with them."
"......."
"Not even a little?"
"......."
"You are playing with my breasts THIS MINUTE or else you Will Become
a EUNUCH!"
"Alright, but I don't like where this is heading and I don't think
this is a good idea."
"What harm can come of it?"