Johnny Depp Imagines

Jack Sparrow #3

***So I had an idea for a Potc texting story and I decided to write it.
Summary: Y/N getting her revenge on Jack.
Enjoy!************************

Uhh... I'd had enough of Jack. He had been trying to kiss me for about two weeks. I had told him time and time again that I wasn't intrested and wasn't ready for a relationship.
"Not even close friends with benefits?" Jack had asked me a week or so ago.

"No. Not even close friends with benefits." I'd told him.

But he hadn't taken ashamed to admit it, but I'd reluctantly given in to his demands.
I thought that if I just gave him what he wanted he would leave me alone.
That was a mistake.

I mean, I didn't know what else to do.

Then the lightbulb went off in my head and I had an idea. I smirked as I pulled out my phone, I clicked on WhatsApp.

After clicking on Jack's profile, I paused. My mind was blank. I had absolutely no idea what to type.

What about: 'Hi Jack, we're breaking up ❤️❤️❤️👫 💔🚶'

No. We weren't even dating 🤦

I stared blankly at the screen for a moment before typing the following:

Me: Dear Jack,
When you kissed me the other day, I guess I should have told you that I already have a boyfriend and a horrible stomach bug. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It must've slipped my mind. Oops!

Ps. I've been advised to stay away from everybody until I'm better. Oh well, sucks to be me... and you cause I'm told it's contagious.

Biggest lie of 2020.

And send.

Now all I had to do was wait...
5 minutes later Jack responded.

Jack: (*_*)

Me: Soo... what'd you say?

Jack: Oh bugger.

I couldn't help but laugh at this response. So I texted back:

Me: XD

Jack: It's not funny, you've given me your sicky germs. I'm probably going to contract the lurgy and it'll be all your fault if I do.

Me: Jack, you do know that the lurgy is just an expression, it's not an actual illness thingy.

Jack: I still want my jar of dirt🏺

Me: And I want a unicorn as a pet. Listen, stop panicking, you're going to be fine. Geez.

Jack: I'm not going to be fine, I'm going to get sick.

Me: You will if you keep whinging.

Jack: Oh no.

Me: What?

Jack: I feel ill.

Me: It's all that rum you drink.

Jack: Don't blame it on the rum, what did the rum ever do to you? What I'm trying to say is... IT'S THE LURGY! You've given me the lurgy! Have some sympathy woman!

Me: 🙄

Jack: Hmh. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to reside to my cabin with all haste until my illness passes.

I thought about telling Jack that I had made the whole thing up and was just getting at him because I wasn't ready for a relationship and he had kept pestering me. Instead I just texted:

Me: Hope you feel better soon.

And put my phone down.

After texting:

In case you're wondering, Jack did actually stay away from me for an entire two weeks. Whenever I came near him, he would run off and lock himself in his cabin. He'd done a lot of running into his cabin.

I eventually had to tell him. And when I did, I can tell you now he was not pleased.

When I spilled what I'd done to Jack to Elizabeth, Will, Pintel, Ragetti and Gibbs, they had a right old laugh, me laughing a long with them.

I felt good to laugh like that. I hadn't laughed quite like that in a while.

***I hope you enjoyed this short Potc text story. If you want more text stories, feel free to say so.
Stay safe 😘*******************