Pairing: Jack Sparrow / altar boy (original character) (FPS)
Warnings: Virgins. Christian ones.
Summary: Ever wonder what Jack was doing impersonating a cleric of the Church of England?
Disclaimer: At no point do I claim any form of ownership of any of the characters depicted in this piece. My representations of them are not necessarily indicative of the intentions of their original creators. The plot in which I place these characters holds no relationship to their original context. I make no profit from borrowed characters. Don’t sue me.
Word Count: 4,555
Notes: I hope you have as much fun reading this piece as I had writing it. It is meant to be lighthearted, but hot!
The official read off Jack’s offenses as Jack stood, not entirely convinced yet that this particular execution would follow through.
“Impersonating a cleric of the church of England...”
Jack laughed at the memories. He leaned on his heels and his head tilted back with a rascally smile. For a moment Jack was totally focused on remembering…
Jack tore madly through the busy street, certain he was being pursued, and with a quickness. He’d landed in Singapore that morning, equipped with a powerful lust for rum and an even more powerful lust for pleasurable company. He began drinking as early as possible, swindling his way around pay until an unexpected incident, wherein he tried to pass himself off as a citizen of good conscience. A woman had fainted in the early morning heat of the summer, nearly strangled by her corset, and Jack bolted to the rescue. Valiantly, he shoved onlookers aside and tore off the corset with his knife, thinking to revive her with pressure to the chest, but the removal of restriction was enough and she sat up gasping. All of the onlookers were stunned, but some more in horror than in appreciation and Jack was chased down the street by an angry mob of men, surely lead by some raving relative of the poor, corset-stricken woman. Evidently, they’d caught enough wind of his dual lusts that they were furious.
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