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By Obfusc8er
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Nighttime; Shipwreck Cove:
Jack had thought long and hard on how to approach
Elizabeth with
this rather personal preposition. Fortunately, she agreed with him
in person and number. He turned
to her with a cocky grin and asked
if the only Pirate King who ever wore a corset (with few possible
exceptions) wouldn't
mind slipping into a less restrictive modifier.
Then he leered at her as he backed against his door and locked it,
baring
his possessive. Teague would be about to check on the
articles, and Jack didn't want his antecedent--or anyone else--to
interrupt him. Even though Jack was up for it, he expressed some
concern over the timing of their conjunction, but
Liz assured him
that she was in the right phase of her periodic sentence.
Jack hastened to deftly split her infinitive with
his own direct
object. She enjoyed playing with Jack's dangling participles even
more than he. Jack blurted out scads
of colloquialisms as Elizabeth
turned him into a mere dependant clause. She smiled and shook her
head, telling him
not to be so intransitive. Applying his gerund so
vigorously wore out Jack, and his voice was exhausted. The two
pirates
had parted, weary in past-perfect tense. Because a pirate's
life is but a fragment, after all.
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