2. Rum BTVS?POTC
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Jack stared at the small blonde woman with the torch in her hand waiting for his answer with a hard look on her face.
"Now darlin there must be some accord we can come to that does not end like this."
"There is. Give me the compass or the rum gets it."
Jack realized he really should have known better than to get involved with a descendant of Elizabeth. It seemed that Swann women only got more dangerous with every generation. And more destructive to his rum.
He really should have hid the rum.