Disclaimer: Still don't own anything you recognize from Pirates of the Caribbean. I'll get over it.
A/N: I wrote this drabble the other day during my Spanish class, when the idea popped into my head. It's loosely based off of The Notebook. Enjoyyyyyy.
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Modern: Ferris Wheel
Will Turner had never liked Ferris Wheels. Between the hard, metal seats, the flimsy harnesses, and the constant rocking of the ride as it rode around in an ongoing circle, Will preferred to ride other things. Things that were a little more steady, and stable.
His opinion changed one day, however. All thanks to one girl.
"Hey Jack, who's that?"
"Who's who, mate?"
"That girl." Will said, pointing. "There."
"The girl on the Ferris Wheel?"
"Yeah," Will nodded. "I've never seen her before."
"I haven't the slightest idea," Jack Sparrow said, shrugging. "Go and talk to her." he gave his best friend a slight nudge, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Should I?" Will asked, smirking.
"Yeah, I mean," Jack said with a shrug, "what do you have to lose?"
Will nodded thoughtfully before running over to the Ferris Wheel. He looked up at the girl, biting his lip. How was he going to talk to her? He smiled as a thought came to him. Watching the girl closely, he waited until her seat passed him, going back up. With a small, but effective, start, he jumped in-between the railings of the wheel, gripping his hands around the bar in front of the girl's seat.
"Are you crazy?!" she shouted incredulously, staring wide-eyed at the strange boy as he tried to balance himself.
Will looked thoughtful for a moment before giving her a light shrug. "Maybe."
"What are you doing?" she asked him calmly. "And who are you?"
"Will Turner," he said with a smile. "Will you go out with me?"
The girl looked dumbfounded. Who the hell is this joker? "I-I don't even know you."
"Who is this clown, Elizabeth?" the boy next to her asked, annoyed. She turned to him and gave him an incredulous shrug.
"I don't know!" she exclaimed. "I've never met him before in my life."
"Well, here's your chance to get to know me," Will said. "If you don't agree, then I'll let go."
By then, the entire ride had come to a complete stop, Will hanging from a rail at the very top of the wheel.
"Hey buddy!" the conductor called up to Will, agitated. "Get your ass down from there!"
"I will!" Will called back. "As soon as she agrees to go out with me," he said, turning back to look at the girl.
"You're insane," she said, shaking her head.
"Maybe."
"Elizabeth," the boy next to her began as he watched Will's hand slowly begin to slip from the bar, "just go out with him."
"No!"
"Elizabeth, is it?" Will asked, letting his left hand continue to slip from the railing. "I really don't know how much longer I can hold on…."
Elizabeth screamed when he let his left hand slip completely from the bar, his right hand now the only thing holding him to the railing.
"Fine! I'll go out with you!" she exclaimed as Will slowly began to let his right hand slip from the bar.
"What was that?" he asked, inwardly smirking.
"I'll go out with you!" she screamed. She didn't know who this stranger thought he was, but she'd be damned if she let him slip from the bar completely.
"Okay!" he said happily, bringing his left hand back up to the railing.
Elizabeth stared at him, mouth agape. The nerve of that boy. Oh, it was on now.
Elizabeth laughed hollowly. "Oh, you think you're so funny, don't you?"
Will shrugged carelessly. "I've been told that," he said with a smirk. "So, when do you want to go out?"
Elizabeth smirked back before unclasping the harness that kept her in her seat. Reaching her hands out, she quickly began to undo Will's belt.
"What are you do- Ahh."
Elizabeth laughed loudly as his pants fell from his hips, giving everyone on the ride, as well as everyone standing around the wheel, a full view of his boxer shorts. Elizabeth leaned back in her seat, smiling smugly.
"You know," Will began nonchalantly, "I'm not really one for having my pants down on a first date, but I guess I could make an exception…."
Elizabeth scoffed, smirking. "Oh, I'm sure."
Will Turner decided that he liked Ferris Wheels after all. Regardless of the hard, metal seats, the flimsy harnesses, and the rocking of the seats as they moved around in a constant, ongoing circle, he liked them. And it was all thanks to a girl named Elizabeth Swann.
…Who, by the way, made sure his pants stayed up on their actual first date.
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A/N: Blehhh. That was probably horrible, but I haven't posted anything in like five days, so I wanted to get something up. I hope it was okay.