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CABIN BOY Author: She Dreams of Jack Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all characters belong to the Walt Disney Company and Jerry Bruckheimer Films. Summary: Jack knew. Jack had known since the very moment the boy had stepped onto his ship. He had known that the boy was not a boy. He had known that the boy was in fact, a girl. What punishment will Jack dole out for this feminine deceiver? Oneshot. * * * * * Jack knew. Jack had known since the very moment you had stepped onto his ship. He had known that you were not a boy. He had known that you were in fact, a girl. No one else knew this, it seemed. No one else had realised. No one else had spotted the signs. No one except Jack. It seemed so blatantly obvious to him. How could anyone have missed it? Sure enough, if one didn’t look closely one might mistake your smooth hairless skin, for the skin of a young boy. If one didn’t look closely, one might mistake the feminine swing of your hips for the exuberance of youth. If one didn’t look closely, one might mistake your thick clothing as simply being worn as protection against the harsh Caribbean sun. Jack, however, made it a point to look closely at everyone and everything. Jack knew. “You boy!” he shouted from his position at the helm, “What do you think yer doin’?” “Me, Cap’n?” you asked as you looked up at your Captain. “Yes, you boy,” repeated Jack. He nodded to Mister Gibbs and relinquished the wheel. Reaching up to straighten his hat, he strode across the quarterdeck to where you were scrubbing away at the wooden planks. “Stand up!” he commanded as he towered over you. “Yes, sir,” you scrambled to your feet and stood to attention. “That, lad,” said Jack as he looked down at the deck, “Is not how it’s done.” “I... I’m sorry, sir,” you stuttered. “I’ll try harder.” “You’re damn right you will!” exclaimed Jack with a sneer, “Get off my quarterdeck and go and wait for me in my cabin. You and I need to have... words.” “Yes, sir,” you whispered. You didn’t need to be told twice. You scampered off down the steps to the main deck and ran toward the Captain’s quarters. Jack smiled to himself. He was going to enjoy this. “Mister Gibbs,” Jack turned to look at the portly pirate who now manned the helm, “It seems I have a need to teach me knew cabin boy how things work on the Black Pearl,” Gibbs nodded with a frown that told Jack he had no idea what was going on. “See to it that I'm not disturbed.” “Aye, Cap’n,” said Gibbs as he took a swig from his ever-present canteen of rum, “I’ll see to it. You can count on me.” “Good man.” Jack swung around and headed for the steps. * * * “He knows,” you muttered to yourself. “He knows. He knows and he’s not happy about it. Damn!” You paced the cabin, backwards and forwards, to and fro. What should you do? What should you do? Should you run? Where would you run to? Should you hide? How long would it be before you were found? “Damn, I’m a gonner!” you said. “I wouldn’t say that, darlin’.” The sound of the Captain’s voice made you jump. Oh, God. He was here. He had come for you. What was he going to do with you? The punishment for sneaking a woman on board was death wasn’t it? Oh, God. You were done for. You turned around to face your Captain. “Sir?” you asked as innocently as you could. Your hands were shaking and your heart thundered in your chest. “I said,” he looked across the dark cabin at you, “I wouldn’t say you were a gonner, darlin’.” Jack removed his hat and placed it on a hook by the door. He shrugged his arms out of his heavy gray coat and hung it beneath his hat. Jack turned around to face you, “I would say though, that it is time you and I had a little... conversation, as it were.” He began to walk towards you. His slow, confident swagger sent a chill down your spine. Despite the almost stifling heat, you found yourself shivering. “Yes, sir,” you managed to say as the words threatened to dry up in your mouth. Jack came to a halt just in front of you. You looked down at the floor, unable to meet his gaze. You closed your eyes as you felt his warm breath against your cheek. “You thought you could fool me, did you?” he said, his voice a low rumble in your ears. “You thought you could pull the wool over ol’ Jack Sparrow’s eyes, eh?” “No,” you whispered. Your stomach roiled within you as you began to imagine all the terrible things that would now befall you. Captain Jack Sparrow was not known as the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main for nothing. He had a reputation for giving no quarter when it came to stowaways and deceivers. You would be flogged, marooned or even shot. “Well then,” he persisted as he leaned closer. He took one finger and placed it beneath your chin, forcing you to raise your head and look him directly in the eye, “What did you think you were doin’, masqueradin’ as a cabin boy on me ship? Answer me that.” “I... I... I just needed to get away, and this was the next ship leavin’ port,” you explained in a panicked rush. You blinked as you felt your eyes begin to fill with tears. He was so close. Too close. You gasped as his long, nimble fingers began to trace the line of your jaw. He dragged his eyes away from yours and let them roam across your face. You knew that he could feel your fear and you knew that he was enjoying every minute of it, “I... I’m sorry,” you said as his fingers moved down your jaw and wrapped themselves around your neck. You gulped and drew in a shaky breath. “Are you indeed?” he said as he looked into your eyes again. You nodded, “Well,” he continued as a wicked smile spread across his lips, “Let’s just see how sorry you are, shall we?” “Wh... What do you mean?” you stammered. “How sorry are you, darlin?” he asked as he reached up with his other hand and slid the headscarf from your hair. This time you could not suppress the shiver that coursed through your body. Jack smiled, his dark eyes glittered in the dim light of the cabin. It was then that you knew. You realised that he was not going to flog you, or maroon you or shoot you, or carry out any of the other punishments listed in the code. He had very different intentions. “Very sorry,” you whispered as you felt his hand snake around your back and find its way beneath your shirt. “Show me,” he said. He brought his lips to within an inch of yours and smiled again, “Show me how sorry you are.” “How?” Your head began to spin as your heart threatened to beat its way out of your chest. “I think you know how.” He moved closer until you could feel the brush of his coarse whiskers against your cheek, “I think that this is why you came on board me ship. I think that this is what you want. I think that this is what you have wanted all along,” His hand inched its way down your neck until it came to rest upon the soft supple mound of your breast, “I think you joined me crew, because you wanted to know what it would be like.” “What would what be like?” you asked as you fought the urge to push yourself further into his embrace. “You wanted to know what it would be like to be bedded by Captain Jack Sparrow. Am I right?” You didn’t say a word. You simply closed your eyes and let a quiet sigh escape your lips. “Answer me, woman,” he growled as he squeezed your breast in his hand. Your eyes shot open. “Is that what you want?” “Yes,” you gasped as he pinched you again, “God, yes.” That was all the encouragement Jack needed. Without another word, he crushed his mouth against yours and began to devour you. His lips were rough and demanding. You raised yourself up to meet him in his ardour. It felt as if you were being consumed by a starving man. He was rough and savage, just how you had thought he would be. You felt his tongue press at your lips so you parted them beneath his. He wasted no time. His warm, persistent tongue pulsed in and out of your mouth as if his very life depended on it. Your hands reached up and tangled themselves in his mass of hair. It felt strange, like ropes, like strong ropes that might bind you to him. You wound them around your fingers and hung on. A guttural moan sounded in Jack’s throat as you did so. * * * Jack wanted more. This was not enough. You tasted sweet like rum, and salty like the sea. You felt as soft and warm as any woman he’d had in his life. You smelled of heat and sweat and woman, pure woman. He had to have you... now. Jack took hold of your hair and dragged your head away from him. He smiled as he heard your cry of protest as he tore his mouth from your kiss. He looked into your eyes. What he saw there was unmistakable. Lust and desire, mixed with fear and trepidation. “Tell me, girl,” he ground out as he cast his gaze over your heaving breasts, “Are you a virgin?” After only a moment of hesitation he received his answer. “Yes.” “Well, you won’t be for much longer,” Jack reached down and swept you up into his arms. He strode across the room until he reached the door to his side cabin. With one fierce kick, the door was open and he was inside. He walked over to his bunk and dropped you down upon the mattress, “Undress,” he said as he began to undo the buckles on the heavy leather belts that adorned his body. “Undress now!” “Yes, sir,” you whispered as you hurried to a sitting position and untied the strings at the neck of your shirt. You were naked before Jack was. He paused in his task of unbuttoning his breeches to survey what lay before him. You were magnificent. He licked his lips as he studied the dark rosy nipples that adorned the ample mounds of your breasts. He felt his manhood harden as his gaze roamed the flat plane of your belly and the deliciously dark curls that lay at the juncture between your thighs. He dragged his eyes down your long, bronzed thighs and back up again. Magnificent. “Cap’n?” you whispered as you gazed up at him. Jack felt your own scrutiny of his body. You were drinking him in. His cock hardened further. What was he wasting time for? Why look, when he could be touching and tasting. In no time at all Jack had divested himself of his last remaining garments. Soon he was as naked as you. He looked at your face only to see your eyes widen at what stood before her. You had been telling the truth. You were definitely a virgin. “Lie down,” instructed Jack as he climbed aboard the mattress next to you. You quickly obliged. Jack delayed no longer. He grabbed a handful of your hair and dragged your head up to meet his lips in a ferocious kiss. He heard you cry out as he nipped at your lips with his teeth. He had been at sea too long to be gentle. He needed a woman and he needed one now. He felt your hands take hold of his hair again and pull him towards you. He smiled into your kiss. You needed him as much as he needed you. Ordinarily he would have taken his time. Ordinarily he would have savoured the moment. Ordinarily he would have given you more time, but not today. Today he was a man with needs and those needs demanded to be met. “Let me in!” he commanded as he nudged your thighs apart with his knee, “Just relax and let me in.” You did as you were told. He felt your thighs part beneath him allowing him to press his rock-hard cock against your warm, moist sex. He heard you gasp as he pushed into you. He tried his best to go slowly... inch, by inch, by inch until it was too much. You were hot and wet and tight and he could wait no longer. In one almighty thrust he buried himself within you. He growled deep in his throat as he heard you cry out and felt you arch yourself up to meet him. He made the most of your new position and forced himself further inside. You cried out again and dug your fingernails into the skin of his back. It felt glorious. It felt wonderful. This was the best feeling in the world. Jack took your face in his hands once more and claimed your lips for his own. He could feel the wetness of your tears upon your cheeks, but he did not stop. He could not stop. You had said you wanted it and now you had it. There was no turning back now. Once, twice, three times he pounded into you, again and again and again. Soon he could feel your body begin to relax beneath his as you learned to join him in his movements. In out, in out, backwards and forwards... deeper and deeper and deeper. It was then that he felt it. He felt your body stiffen beneath his as he became aware of the deep moans that emanated from your throat. He felt your sex tighten about his swollen manhood and he felt your hips buck against his. “Let it go, darlin’,” he ground out in your ear as he felt his own release begin to rush up on him, “Let it go!” He heard you scream out as your body threatened to wring the life out of him. You shuddered and jumped beneath him as he thrust into you for the last time. Jack’s own cry escaped him as his hot seed sprang forth and filled your innermost depths, “Bloody hell!” * * * You sagged back to the mattress under the heavy weight of your Captain’s body. What had just happened? What had he done to you? Your mined raced almost as fast as your heart. It had been incredible. The pain had been intense as he had thrust into you the first time, but then, after the pain had subsided, had come the pleasure. It had crept up on you like a thief in the night. You had barely noticed it at first, but then the feeling had built within you until it had seemed as if your entire body had lost all sensation, except in the one place where Jack had been thundering into you. The tightness had risen steadily until you had felt as if you were flying, as if you were stood on top of a mountain, just waiting to fall off... oh, and when you had fallen. Oh, God, how you had fallen. You had spiralled down from the dizzying heights of ecstasy to where you now lay sweaty, trembling and completely spent. You swallowed hard as you tried to bring your breathing under control. Jack chuckled. “So, love,” he said as he lifted himself up off of you and looked down at your face. His eyes sparked as they studied your features, “Did ol’ Jack live up to your expectations?” “Yes, sir,” you whispered. “Good,” he said as a feral smile appeared upon his lips once again, “Then you won’t mind addin’ this to your list o' duties as me cabin boy, will you?” You shook your head as his lips descended to your once again. “No, sir,” you mumbled against his mouth, “It'd be my pleasure.” THE END |