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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Will/Elizabeth, ref. to Will/Jack/Elizabeth/Anamaria/Norrington
Feedback: Much enjoyed.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Holiday drabble in the 'Game'-verse.
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"Lizzie," Will sighed. "Just pick one, would you. My feet hurt."
"Don't be such a baby," Elizabeth shot back, voice muffled as she climbed all over the speedboat. "Besides, this not only has to be better than Anamaria's last one, but it also has to have room for all the adaptations and be Sparrow-proof. Quality takes time."
"Stop stealing my words," he muttered. "And why a speedboat, anyway? Why not a car? She wrecks more of them."
"'Cause it's been ages since I've seen her in a bikini..."
Will rolled his eyes, slouching against the pier. "Stop drooling, Elizabeth. It's very unladylike."
"Jaime in a Speedo," she retorted, popping up just in time to see Will's face glaze over. Grinning, she added, "Jack completely soaked. Me in the surf."
Groaning, Will hid his head in his hands. "Damn it, Liz, you're going to get us another citation for public indecency."
"Like I'm the only one." Elizabeth cocked her head thoughtfully. "So what are you getting Jack for Christmas? Or haven't you started to think about it?"
Will smirked. "Been planning since before Thanksgiving," he answered smugly. "There's a rum warehouse in Veracruz that the Colombians use for temporary cocaine storage. I'm thinking the Pearl's needing a walk in the park."
"Perfect," she agreed, and then she reached over the boat to grab Will's wrist and tug him in. "Now help me try out the seat cushions."
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