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Title: Untitled
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Netither are mine, though I wish they were.
Spoilers: Erm... possible tiny ones for Shrek 2?
Maybe he had drunk too much rum. Expect, you know, there was no such thing as too much rum, because then that implies that rum is a bad thing. Which, of course, it’s not. Liar, and Jack decides that that certain voice in his head sounded like Elizabeth, and that was also as disturbing.
Not, however, as much as the cat that was standing on his deck, staring up at him with a defiance that even Jack had to admire. Now, if he could only figure out why the cat was wearing boots, of all things. The hat, and the sword could be ignored at the moment. But boots?
“Now, I can be very useful addition to your crew…” the cat purred, a hint of a Spanish accent to his voice.
Jack was surprised-the damn cat talked- but did not show his emotions. “Oh, really?”
“Yes. I have aided an ogre in his quest to find his happily ever after-of course. I tried to kill him, but that is besides the point, and I have defeated many knights, Jack-“ he was interrupted in his list goals.
“Captain Jack Sparrow, I shall remind you. Now, what did you say your name was…”
“Puss, my captain. Puss in Boots,” the cat said proudly.
“Oh, clever,” Jack muttered, rolling his eyes, “I am afraid Puss, that I only have room for one animal on my ship, savvy? Beside, you’d eat the bird.”
Puss in Boots meowed, his eyes widening and now filled with tears. His two front paws were tucked under his chin as he looked at Jack with pleading eyes. He had gone into Super Cute Kitten Mode, as Princess Fiona dubbed it one day. Jack knew his own traitorous eyes were softening. As a pirate, he knew he was being manipulated. Hell, he was the king at manipulating people, if he did say so himself.
But it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen! He picked up Puss, and gently petted his head. “You, Puss, are a little devil. Welcome to the Black Pearl mate.”
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Netither are mine, though I wish they were.
Spoilers: Erm... possible tiny ones for Shrek 2?
Maybe he had drunk too much rum. Expect, you know, there was no such thing as too much rum, because then that implies that rum is a bad thing. Which, of course, it’s not. Liar, and Jack decides that that certain voice in his head sounded like Elizabeth, and that was also as disturbing.
Not, however, as much as the cat that was standing on his deck, staring up at him with a defiance that even Jack had to admire. Now, if he could only figure out why the cat was wearing boots, of all things. The hat, and the sword could be ignored at the moment. But boots?
“Now, I can be very useful addition to your crew…” the cat purred, a hint of a Spanish accent to his voice.
Jack was surprised-the damn cat talked- but did not show his emotions. “Oh, really?”
“Yes. I have aided an ogre in his quest to find his happily ever after-of course. I tried to kill him, but that is besides the point, and I have defeated many knights, Jack-“ he was interrupted in his list goals.
“Captain Jack Sparrow, I shall remind you. Now, what did you say your name was…”
“Puss, my captain. Puss in Boots,” the cat said proudly.
“Oh, clever,” Jack muttered, rolling his eyes, “I am afraid Puss, that I only have room for one animal on my ship, savvy? Beside, you’d eat the bird.”
Puss in Boots meowed, his eyes widening and now filled with tears. His two front paws were tucked under his chin as he looked at Jack with pleading eyes. He had gone into Super Cute Kitten Mode, as Princess Fiona dubbed it one day. Jack knew his own traitorous eyes were softening. As a pirate, he knew he was being manipulated. Hell, he was the king at manipulating people, if he did say so himself.
But it was the most adorable thing he had ever seen! He picked up Puss, and gently petted his head. “You, Puss, are a little devil. Welcome to the Black Pearl mate.”