Oooh, can I play in this thread? This is what characters would never say, right?
****Not Likely To Happen*****
Jack: (sits up in bed and looks down at Will stretched out beside him) Well, that's the most relaxing evening I've ever had.
Will: (smiles up at Jack, slides his hand up Jack's arm) Relaxing was it? Let me try again....
(Fades out for reasons of protecting the innocent Sparrabethian minds on the forum)
********Even Less Likely to Happen*********
Jack: It shows you want you want most. (a weighty pause) Me. De--
Beckett: (angry) I do not! I am not gay!
Jack: You're not?
Beckett: (indignant) NO!
Jack: Oh...ahem...well it's rumored --
Beckett: Oh ho...just wait till I get back to London. Heads are gonna roll! Are they purposely trying to ruin my marriage?
Jack: (gaping) You're married?!
Beckett: Don't be such a twit. Of course I'm married. The whole I-seem-to-be-gay thing was just a lure to try to trap you.
Jack: Well...fine. Good thing it didn't work, cuz I'm not gay either.
Beckett: Riiiiiiiiight. Is that why I've been hearing about you and a certain blacksmith?
Jack: You leave Will out of this!!!
Beckett: (giggles) Ah ha. What, were you going to invite me to join you and your eunuch? (Jack seems very interested in the floor) No....really?
Jack: (looks up and grins) Don't believe everything you hear, mate. (he mouths the word 'tripod' to Beckett) Sorry you're going to miss out, I guess I'll be seeing you...
Beckett: Sparrow, wait...I think we might be able to...negotiate something.
(Surreal laughs maniacially in the background as the scene fades out)
******Can't Possibly Happen in the Films, but in RL, YES*************
(Island Scene. Jack is next to Elizabeth. He thinks she's drunk. He IS drunk.)
Jack: Lizzie, you know you're pretty, right?
Elizabeth: Of course. Everyone wants me.
Jack: Right. And even though your breasts are small, you have a sweet a**.
Elizabeth: Well, thank you Jack.
Jack: (grins madly) See, you'd look really nice on TV. I know these guys. They do these videos called Girls Gone Wild....
Elizabeth: (considers this before grabbing the rum bottle and whacking Jack over the head with it) NOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Father will kill me if I do it again!
******Least Likely Sparrabeth Scenario*****
Will: No, really, I don't want her.
Jack: Mate, look. I appreciate what you're trying to do but...
Will: No. Really. I've seen the way you look at her.
Jack: But uh...what about you?
Will: Me? Who wants to worry about me? Besides, I'm the hero of the story. I have to be all self-sacrificing. You take the girl. You won her fair and square.
Jack: ....how?
Will: Um...by dying for her, hello.
Jack: She killed me!
Will: A minor detail!
Jack: Ok, where's the camera?
Will: What?
Jack: The camera. This is a joke, right?
Elizabeth: Jacki-poo!!! Where is my Jacki-poo?
Will: He's in here, Elizabeth darling.
Jack: (looks horrified) But uh, aren't you heartbroken?
James: Why should he be?
Will: (runs over to James and throws his arms around him) I knew you'd come back!
Sparrabethers: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!)
James: Of course I came back. I promised you. A nice quiet life, a cute cottage by the seashore surrounded by a picket fence...
Will: (stars in his eyes) Oh Norrie...
Elizabeth: (races in, little pink and red hearts floating up around her body) Jack? Jacki-poo....Come meet Jack Jr, Jack the Third, and Bob, your sons.
Jack: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
~finite
Ahem...yes, lame. I had to do it though. I blame Puck. 😉