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BROKEN RULES Author: xBuffyxSparrowx Disclaimer: PotC and it’s characters do not belong to me. What would be the point of these fanfics if they were, right? Summary: Tortuga's newest wench-in-training finds herself breaking all the rules when a certain pirate becomes her first customer. * * * * * In every aspect of life there are rules you have to play by. In Tortuga, however, rules are thrown into the mud and ignored. Unless you’re a whore. The expectations are as follows: The last, the most important, needs no explanation. Women of the night cannot fall for any man without losing all prospect of working ever again. This means starvation, outcast and death. Never a good thing, eh? Nonetheless this rule is broken more often then any other. Tonight is your first night on the job. The moment when your life before this is forgotten and your purity ruined. There would be high demands for you, they say, because it’s not often a virgin is found on this God-forsaken spit of land. You enter your tavern of choice The Faithful Bride in your favorite gown looking more beautiful then ever with your black hair dressed atop your head and the deep red of the gown complementing your pale skin. You allow your blue eyes to scan the room in hopes of finding someone worthy of your gift and find only filthy drunks. “Damn it.” You whisper to yourself before moving over to the bar. You order yourself a tankard of rum before settling yourself in a corner. Madam said it was your choice who you took to bed on this first night and you were crazy to think anyone would peak your interests. After an hour you groan inwardly and begin to move towards the door. “I think I’d rather stay a virgin for the rest of my life. Die that way.” You laugh quietly to yourself at the thought, “I can see my grave stone now. ‘Here lies Natalie, The only whore to ever know a man’. Ridiculous.” “What’s ridiculous, luv?” Looking up at the man who just spoke, you see him guarding the door and seeming more a pirate then any in the place. “Nothing to concern yourself with, sir. Now if you’ll excuse me.” You’re about to walk past him when a feminine arm wraps around your waist. “Captain Jack Sparrow, I see you’ve met Natalie.” “Madam.” You say quietly when you recognize the voice, knowing you’ll be punished for leaving later. “Where you going somewhere?” She asks you. “I-” “I was just about to show her around town.” Jack interrupts. You glance up at him, thankful but scared, knowing Jack Sparrow’s reputation on both the high seas and in town. Madam releases you, wishing you to enjoy yourself. The tone of her voice reeks of disappointment and your shoulders sag as you continue to move through the doorway. The pirate captain follows beside you, humming a merry tune, as his beads and trinkets in his hair clink together. You stop suddenly to stare into his chocolate eyes and smile slightly. “Captain Sparrow, thank you for your assistance but I would appreciate your leaving me be.” “Dangerous for a lass to be walkin round Tortuga alone. Let me walk ye home.” “I assure you I’ll be fine. There’s no need.” Rule one, broken. “Well then let me buy ye a drink before ye go.” You sigh at his persistence, looking down at the ground before nodding your head. He takes you to another tavern, one which you’ve never been in before and buys you rum after rum. The talk is pleasant enough as he tells you tales of his life at sea and you find yourself fascinated with the man before you. Before you know what hit you, your mind is reeling with the alcohol and the room is beginning to spin as it fades in and out of focus. Damn… He barely seems effected by the amount of rum in his system. Rule two, broken. “I think I need to go… Sleep may be necessary.” You slur. “Right you are, luv. Lets get us a room, eh?” Jack leads you up the stairs and into one of the unlocked rooms. In a moment he is kissing you, his lips searing and demanding as they pry yours apart. Your tongues dance as you move onto the bed and your surprised at how easily you’re responding to even the simplest of his touches. His fingers expertly undo the buttons of your dress, pushing it down your body to pool on the floor at the edge of the bed. You begin to remove his clothing as well, fumbling with the unfamiliar buttons and snaps. It takes a good amount of time, but he is patient through out. When he is finally free of his confines, fear quells inside your belly at his size and beauty. His eyes are full of wonder at your own beauty, his hands fitting perfectly around your waist. He worships your body with his fingers and mouth, trailing hot kisses everywhere as you can only gasp and fill your fingers with his hair. When he enters you suddenly, the pain blinds you and you cry out as you struggle away from him. He holds you tight, his eyes surprised. “Shh, luv. Don’t move. Pain’ll pass.” He murmurs, kissing you again. His lips are softer, less demanding this time but they still have the same effect on your body. Slowly he begins to move inside you, in and out rhythmically. When you cry out again only ecstasy can be felt. It doesn’t take long for you to explode, white lights shining before your eyes as your body freezes and shivers beneath him. His name tears past your lips and he thrusts into you only a few more times before his own release comes. Rule three, broken. When your mind is able to process information again you realize you’re being held in his embrace, his warm chest against your back. “You didn’t leave.” You say, your voice husky. “Ye expected me to?” His eyes are swimming with confusion and amusement all at the same time and you feel a blush creep up your face. “I wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen.” “Why didn’t ye tell me ye were untouched, luv?” He asks quietly. “Madam said it wasn’t important, and that no one would really want to know. Like they wouldn’t want me or something.” “Your Madam is blind. Any man would have to be they same to not want ye.” You blush again, your heart skipping a beat. You turn towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him softly. “Thank you.” You whisper. You fall asleep in his arms, feeling warms and safe for the first time since you moved to Tortuga. You dream of his smiling face, of his passionate kisses, and of the night you spent together. Nothing can go wrong now that you’ve experienced this. Or so you think. When you finally awaken, the room is empty and cold. Jack is gone; obviously abandoning you after you fell asleep. Surprisingly, tears sting your eyes and your chest tightens. You try to ignore the feelings as you get dressed once more. The dress that you used to love now seems wrong. To proper, you suppose, now that you’re officially one of the Tortuga girls. On the dresser across from the bed you notice a small satchel that contains coins and a small note underneath. You don’t bother reading it, not wanting to see his words of regret or apology… if they were even there. Instead you simply pocket the coins and toss the letter into a trash bin before leaving the room. Madam is not pleased with you when you arrive back home, sitting angrily at the dining table in her nightclothes. “I told you to stay away from Jack Sparrow, Natalie. Do you listen to anything I tell you?” She screams, back handing you hard. You dare not cry out or let tears fall, for only more punishment will come if you do, so instead you bow your head. “I’m sorry, Madam. I’ll do better next time.” You plea. Her hand sits out in front of you and immediately you know what she’s asking you for. The satchel of coins is deposited in her hand before she tells you to sit at the table. “I’m surprised.” She says after a moment, “He paid more then most would have. Perhaps I was wrong to warn you away from him.” You say nothing, your heart slowly bracing itself against the pain of knowing you really are a whore and that is all he’ll ever see you as. “He’ll be in the Bride again tonight. If he pays you this much again I’ll allow you to buy a new dress.” She’s baiting you. You realize this because of watching her with the other girls. She promises things in the hopes that you’ll try for more coin and then never follows through. Nonetheless all you can do is thank her for the offer and promise to try. Jack isn’t at the Bride like you were told, when you go back after bathing and changing into a blue silk dress that emphasizes your eyes. You don’t want to be disappointed, but for some odd reason you are. Nonetheless, you have a job to do. You flirt with a pirate that was already well on his way to being drunk and your ploy seems to be working. He’s intrigued with you, but behind your smile you wish Davey Jones would take him. He’s disgusting, foul smelling and perverse. Nothing like your Jack. Your Jack? When did this happen? The man’s about to lead you outside and in the direction of the nearest inn when out of nowhere he passes out on the ground. “Splendid.” You mutter, stooping down to make sure he isn’t dead. When his heartbeat can be felt under your fingers you sigh in frustration and begin digging through his pockets for his money. Thankfully he has enough that Madam won’t be upset and then some extra for you to buy rum with. “It’s not nice to steal, luv.” Murmurs a voice behind you. You turn to see Jack standing in the darkness looking amused. “So says the pirate.” You reply, no sweet flirtatious smile gracing your lips. “Ye seem upset. No bother. I’ll just get ye drunk… again.” “I’ll pass, thank you.” Rule one, broken…. Again. Damn this isn’t your week. He wraps an arm around your waist when you stand up and brings you close enough to him that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. “Ye didn’t show this mornin’.” He whispers, his voice oddly husky. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Did ye not read me note?” “No I didn’t.” “Why?” “I was in a hurry.” “Yer lyin’.” He kisses you hungrily, his arms wrapping even tighter around you. You respond immediately with a passion of your own as you bury your hands in his hair and whimper against his mouth. When he breaks away you cry out in protest, opening your eyes to see him smiling. “Why didn’t ye read me note?” You push away from him, upset that he was using the knowledge of your reactions to him against you. You want to slap him, but refrain by grasping the skirt of your dress for dear life. “I was angry at you. I was so completely pissed that you weren’t there when I woke up that I didn’t read it. I didn’t care what you had to say at that point so I just took the money and went home. Are you satisfied now?” You scream. He chuckles, which only serves to make you madder, and this time you don’t hold back. You swing at him wildly, hitting him square in the jaw before fleeing in the other direction. “I just wanted ye to come to breakfast on the Pearl!” He yells after you, sounding hurt. “Damn him all the way to hell.” You say quietly to no one as you enter the Bride once more and order rum, now feeling like a fool as well as angry. ‘I deserve this’ you explain to yourself when you start to feel bad about turning down Jack’s offer. You sip your rum slowly, not really in the mood to get drunk after last night and scope out the tavern in hopes of another prospect. When Jack walks in a little while later you ignore him completely, loving the expression on his face when you don’t join him at his table. He’s not lost for company for very long, however, when Scarlet wanders over and places herself in his lap. He smiles at her and a pang of jealousy washes through you. ‘Why am I jealous of her?’ you wonder. You watch them talk out of the corner of your eye, noticing the sincere look on his face and then a pout appear on hers. She storms out of the bar in a rage and you can’t help but wonder what he said. After a moment Jack walks up to you looking cautious, like you may sprout several more heads, and then places a hand on your waist. “I want ye.” He whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. As if in a trance you follow him upstairs and into a room. You don’t snap out of it until your dress is on the floor and you stand naked once again before he eyes. “Jack… I…” You begin, but he cuts you off when his mouth claims your own. His kiss is soft, not like the first, but still showing hints of a passion you can’t help but to return. Then night goes on forever as you worship each other’s bodies several times before sleep over comes him. You can’t help but stare down at his sleeping form, memorizing his features, and thinking about these strange emotions. “You’re going to be bad for business. I can tell.” You whisper to him before laying down beside him. He’s ruined you for any other man, and he doesn’t even know it. No one will be able to make you feel like he does, kiss you the way he does. He’ll be leaving soon. Probably tomorrow, if he has any say in it. Even two nights in Tortuga is unheard of for him, usually choosing to leave after the first morning. Your heart breaks when your mind visualizes him sailing off to sea, leaving you behind. But you will wait patiently for him to return, not allowing another man to touch you and stealing in order to make Madam happy. After two days, he’s made you feel like the only person in the world and like you don’t even exist. Like you could fly and were chained to the ground. But only one emotion you are certain you feel. The one emotion you will never be able to tell him you are experiencing, knowing above all else that pirates don’t marry. Rule four, broken. THE END |