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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: G
Pairing: Will/Jack, Will/Elizabeth, with a side of Norrington.
Feedback: Sure. Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Inspired by fairestcat’s rantlet. William Harvey was a British surgeon who’s generally credited with first describing correctly the circulatory system.
Summary: Sex is the only answer. Or is it?
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“…and that is why we must have sex. To save the world, Will.” Jack dramatically swept out his arms, face screwed up in a mighty passion to embrace the blue sky, the white sand, and yes, even the seagull that came screeching at the glinty things in his hair.
Will, Elizabeth and James gave him a moment to collect himself, since they were all gently-bred folk at least by upbringing, if not in bloodline or actual practice. Then Will opened up.
“Well, all right, the world must be saved, but I thought the mingling of blood was the preferred method of creating a bond? Otherwise why did we bother with all that nonsense about the Aztec gold?”
“That was gold, Will. These are people. ‘sides, blood can stagnate. Won’t be as potent, y’see.”
“Hang on there, Jack. I have to admit I don’t agree with all the anatomists, but I thought Dr. William Harvey was quite convincing on that point.”
“No, you’re right, James. Blood circulates, and all that stupidity about bloodletting’s just a fashion. Like bloody corsets.”
“Elizabeth! Language!”
“There’s spit?”
“No, that wouldn’t work either. Remember, Will? That one novel—”
“I have to admit to some morbid curiosity as to its title, given Turner’s expression just now.”
“Ask Lieutenant Groves.”
“…what, exactly, is that supposed to mean?”
“All right, I suppose it does have to be sexual conjoining, then.” Will sighed and turned to Jack. “Let’s have it, then.”
Jack looked faintly ill. “You’re not supposed to be so serious about it.”
“But it’s the end of the world!...possibly.”
“Never mind, I’ll find a different way. Just trust in Jack,” Jack muttered, stumbling off. So much for that plan. They’d all talk entirely too much, and when he was bedding, he liked to be the only one with any words in his mouth. Honestly. Harvey? Who the devil was that?
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