I cheerfully deflect said tomatoes with a high sweeping kick--either ballerina like or Karate kid crane dance--as if that were humanly possible in this little body, even a long time ago.
So pleased you remembered the name of the flick--wouldn't have come up in my brain for a while. And I really did sorta think it was in the topic ballpark becos of the intimate relationship between the kid(oh trick, he was fictional, chuck was real) and Chuck Norris; then there's goofy me and my utter devotion to my imaginary friends--the nicest thing about it is my flesh and blood friends don't tease me about the others, they don't buy cutesy lunchboxes with bizarre characterizations on them, and they know I know the diff. kinda like having really indulgent parents who are patient enough not to say I'm going through a "phase".
so, thanks--and now, back to the sad part of Willobeth.
I really, me personally, rather like to just think about the kissing parts of Willobeth and the swash, swash, buckle, buckle, (OB). Oh, and how fabulous Will and Elisabeth look wet, how fabulous they look together wet & kissing--how delighted either of them can look at the moment they discover the presence of the other and they are about to kiss. Oh, and how they have this tendency to cling to each other after they kiss. Oh, and there's when Will wants to kiss Elisabeth really desperately desires to do this and they get incredibly close to one another, and, and (thump~thump, thump~thump) then they pull away abruptly, look everywhere in the world except at each other becos they know how much they wanted to kiss one another. Oh, and Elisabeth's bosum rising and falling like the tides in Nova Scotia (hugely largish tides, I'm told) while Will is contemplating oh, squid guts or something to control his breathing!
You know, this is a long bit of baloney, but dadblame--so much joy in the watching of the love story--so much life in the young ones--yes sadness, yes, pain, yes separation--all parts of the same story and All are True. But the kissing and swashing and the buckling....Elisabeth looking at Will and knowing his plan for the Kracken, like hey do it every day. Her total joy, when they have dug up the chest and then she sees Will, compass pointing totally forgotten. Oh, and they 😊 😊 🏴☠️ 😍 kisskiss. Yeah, life is piratlicious--means otay!