Another FFA from me. Something I've actually considered before. Have fun.
Dsiclaimer: Nope, still not owning anything you see.Caribbean Sea
Buffy Summers lay back in her sun chair with a smile as the rays of the Caribbean sun caressed her skin. It had been far too long since she’d been able to simply relax like this. Even if it did take her boyfriend, whom Andrew had taken to referring as simply ‘The Immortal’ for some reason the Slayer couldn’t fathom, dragging her out to sea with a crew that combined the most rugged, unwashed human creeps ever to live and several rather ugly demons, to find some boat he used to sail.
Speak of the devil, Buffy thought as said boyfriend bent over her.
“You’re blocking my sun,” she said simply.
“Yes well, as much as the crew and I appreciate you showman…err, that is to say, show-woman-ship,” he hastened to correct himself. “I’m going to need you to get into something a little more suitable for hiking. Possibly some spelunking. Savvy?” Buffy sat up. She was just beginning to relax, too.
“You mean we’re here?” She asked. He nodded his head with a massive, almost childlike grin. “And the guys you brought to bring this boat back to the Council dock? It will get there, won’t it? ‘Cause Giles will kill me if anything happens to it.”
“I assure the man I’m leaving to captain the ship is very trust worthy, known his family for years” he said in that smooth, trustworthy way he had that Buffy had learnt usually meant he was up to something. “Trust me.”
“Jack Sparrow, don’t you even begin to try that on me,” Buffy warned. Jack Sparrow, former and soon to be (he hoped) current captain of the Black Pearl
flashed her his most endearing smile.
“Now, Buffy, my dear, dear, dear
Slayer,” he said. “When have I ever steered you wrong, hm?” Buffy leveled him with her most withering look. “Not counting the last lead I had on the Pearl
“You are so
lucky that friend of yours sailed past right then on his magic ship,” Buffy said as she got up. Then, as she turned to head for her cabin, she gave him her sexiest ‘come hither’ smile. “And that your good in bed,” with that she left him on the deck of the Council’s yacht with his mouth hanging open.
“That woman’s going to kill me,” he said. On a whim, he took out his ever present compass, looking at it as it spun it’s needle to face the oldest living Slayer. “Not that I mind, of course.”