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CHAPTER 6 – Alls Fair “Jack, stop it!” you squeal. God, why did you have to let him know that you were ticklish? You wrap your arms around your waist, trying to cover your sides to keep him from getting to them but you don’t succeed. Jacks hand touches another spot and while you dip to protect that one, his hands return to your waist. “Say it!” he laughs. “Say it and then I’ll stop!” “Okay!” you choke out. “You’re the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish Main!” “Nay, that’s not what I was lookin’ for.” “OKAY! The entire ocean! There, I said it!” Jacks hands seem to stop on your ribs. You can feel his thumb, stroking your body through the fabric of the shirt and it sends shivers down your spine. You could smell the sea on him, mixed with the faint aroma of rum that forever clung to the man. Jacks eyes seemed to darken before yours and you knew what was coming and you were powerless to stop him. Like you would. This time you would let him do whatever he wanted. “Tell me no ( ). It’s your last chance because I won’t be able to stop me self,” Jack whispers raggedly. Your answer was your hand that snaked up around his shoulder, pulling him down closer to you. Jack closes the distance, taking your mouth with his in an earth-shattering kiss. The bolts of white lightening you feel spread over your body, electrifying every inch of your skin. God help Gibbs if he dared to show up now, Jack thought. Jack lifts you into his arms, determined to make his fantasy on Cortes’ trunk come true. Your arms wrap around his neck as he carries you up the embankment and sits on the edge of the golden trunk, pulling you tight against his body. Your hands wrap under his arms, your fingers playing in his hair that is surprisingly soft. Jacks fingers tug at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it roughly over you head, sending it flying off and to the ground. “Jack,” you gasp, moving your cover yourself but he catches your hands, keeping them from obstructing his view. You feel your face flush crimson under his eyes as they seem to brand your skin. “Perfection,” he whispers reverently. Jacks stares at your breasts, devouring every inch of the creamy orbs. Your nipples harden at the cool air inside, tightening into little pebbles. “If you dare to cover such perfection again, I’ll find a way to tie you down,” he tells you, his voice low and ragged. “That sounds promising,” you tease, “but I would prefer to touch you. I doubt you would object,” your voice seems lower and huskier than usual. Jack shakes his head ‘no’ and you reach out, grabbing the bottom of his shirt and Jacks raises his arms as you lift it over his body. The scars that run over his body and the two bullet wounds are a lighter tone than his deep tanned skin. Without thinking you learn forward, softly pressing a kiss to each one and you hear Jacks groan, feel it vibrate in his chest. He pulls your face up to his, taking your mouth in another kiss that send fireworks screaming off in your mind. Jack tugs at your pants, lifting you slightly to relieve yourself of them and sets your bare bottom down onto the cold lid and you gasp at the temperature of the gold. No longer caring about propriety, you pull at the sash around his waist, dropping it down and his pants to follow, releasing his lower body from the confines of his pants. Both pair of shoes are gotten rid of, the tiny sharp rocks pushing themselves into Jacks feet but all he can focus on is you. His fingers brush lightly over your inner thigh, making you quiver under his gentle touch and you fall limply backwards. Jacks arm catches you and lays your body gently down, flush with the lid. Jack stares down at the sight before him, almost the same picture that had been in his mind only better now that he can feel you skin and see your body. His hands run up and down the length of your torso, smiling when your body reacts and rises up against his hands, moaning at the feel of his skin on yours. His mouth dips down, capturing your nipple between his teeth, sucking hard upon your breast and you gasp aloud. “My God Jack,” you breathe. Hooking your ankles behind his thighs to keep him close to you, you slide downwards. You wet warmth slides intimately against his shaft and Jack pulls back slightly. “Not yet darling,” he whispers, drawing a whimper from your pouting lips and he laughs, low and deep in his chest. “Please Jack?” you reply, your voice barely audible to your own ears. “I want you.” “I want you too,” he replies, placing tiny kisses over your breasts, leading down a trail over your stomach, nipping playfully at your pelvic bone until he is kneeling down in front of you. “All in good time. We have all the time in the world now luv.” “Jack? What are you doing?” you whisper, feeling his lips on the inside of your thigh, his tongue drawing lazy circles along the skin. He stops for only a second and it takes your passion-fogged mind to register. A cool breeze blew over the curls between your legs and a shudder runs down your body. A finger slips inside of your warmth, causing you eyes to fly open in amazement at the feeling. Jacks head tilts forward, his tongue flicking playfully at the nub hidden inside the curly hair. The cool breeze blows of the layer of sweat that has appeared on your body. “Bloody hell!” you gasp, trying to grab onto something to keep you from flying off of the trunk. Jacks free hand creeps up your stomach and you grab it quickly, entwining your fingers with his. “Where…did you…learn…dear God Jack!” “Singapore,” he says but you barely hear him. All you can focus on is the feeling of Jack between your legs, his tongue exploring every curve of your most intimate part. You feel his tongue slide in and out of you, tasting every sweet inch of you. Something starts in the pit of your stomach, building and building with each passing minute as Jack continues. You feel your body tightening under the pressure that keep building and you cry out as the last wave breaks over you, clenching Jacks hand as the tension flows through every limb. Jack rises and pulls you back down to the edge of the trunk, watching your clouded eyes clear. As you move you head back to face Jack, his smile warms your heart. He leans down, kissing you gently as he rubs the head of his cock against you and your eyes widen. “Aye luv, I want you now,” he said, guiding himself inside of you and with one quick shove he’s completely in you. A sharp pain makes you cry out, bringing tears to your eyes and Jack freezes, stunned. “( )?” he whispers, pulling you up against him, still deep within you. “I’m fine,” you say, trying to avoid his eyes. “I knew it would hurt the first time but I never guessed it would be that bad,” you say. “My God,” Jack said, kissing you. “I would have never guessed that I was---ah---that you had never---“ “Jack really, I’m not your common strumpet. I had been saving myself for when I got married but since I’m getting past the marrying age, I think I should toss the notion to the wind,” you smirk. Jack still didn’t seem completely convinced but you felt so good wrapped tightly around him. You see the doubt in his eye and you catch his lips with yours in a tender kiss. “Make love to me Jack,” you breathe against his mouth. “Make love to me forever.” How could he refuse such a wonderful offer? You let Jack push you backwards onto the gold, moving your legs to around his waist and he slid out of you, only to drive back in, seeming to go deeper and deeper each time. Your body arches up from the trunk, giving him better access to delve deeper still. A low groan of annoyance comes from Jack and he slams into you, quicker and quicker, finally pulling you roughly against him as his body welcomes its release. You feel the warmth spread through you as he fills you with part of himself. Jack gathers you into his arms, holding your sweaty body against his. “That was truly pitiful,” he says, his breathing still labored. “What did I do wrong?” you question and Jack laughs, brushing the hair back from your face and kissing you. “Nay darling, I was saying I was truly pitiful. I’ve never lasted such a short time.” “If that was you being pitiful, I’d love to see you on a good day,” you tease. A wicked gleam comes to Jacks eyes and you try to move away but he holds you still. “Jack? No Jack,” you squeal playfully as he gathers you into his arms and throws you down into the water. The cold water is a shock to your warm skin but you’d pay him back. You swim down as far as you can go in the water, seeing his blurry, naked form at the edge trying to find you. You see him pulling on his pants and you have your own evil twinkle in your eye. “Darling?” he calls. “Luv?” Jack ties the front of the dry pants, waiting for you to come up from the water. He sure wasn’t coming in now that he was half dressed. “( ), if you think for one minute that I’m----SHIT!” Jack yells as he falls face first into the water. He comes up quickly, wiping the water from his face and scowls. You finish pulling on your shirt and are twisting your hair up to tie with your bandana. Several long tendrils falling forward, hanging down the sides of your face. “Alls fair Jack,” you say sweetly. Jack rolls his eyes and sinks under the water. Damn, but was he in way over his head with you already. * * * * * CHAPTER 7 – Uncle James Sends Out The Navy ~The same month in Port Royal~ “Charles! Louisa!” James says, taking his brother and sister-in-law in his arms to welcome them back. “Where is Nathanial and Richard? Richard said he would be here by the time we returned,” Louisa asks, setting down her bags for the servants to attend too. “Ah yes, where are my boys?” Charles agreed, handing his hat and coat off to the butler. James looked at Charles and Louisa, rolling his eyes at the fact that they weren’t even concerning where you were. As long as the boys were fine, everything was right with the world. No wonder you always flocked to him whenever he came to Port Royal. He was really the only one who gave you any attention at all and if you would kindly show your face during this visit he would like to bestow some affection on you. “I have yet to see ( ) on this visit. Might you know where my niece is hiding? A few of my officers would like me her also” James says, trying to keep the irritation of his brother in his voice to a minimum. “( )? She has not been down to see you?” Louisa asked, growing tired of these games with you. Louisa climbed the stairs to your room, annoyed that she had to be the one to come get you. “( )? We’ve just returned. Are you here? James says that he hasn’t seen you since he arrived two weeks ago. He hasn’t seen you for months and wishes to visit” your mother says, shutting the door behind her as she enters. Louisa scans the room. The entirety of the room was in shambles. The hurricane lamps were broken and their oil had seeped into the carpets. Chairs and tables had been ripped apart and were strewn about, splinters of woods coating most of the floor. The feather mattress had been shredding and the insides flying everywhere in the breeze that came through the balcony doors that had been left open. Sheets had been sliced and ripped. Curtains had been torn down from their rods. “My God,” Louisa muttered, pressing a hand to her breast. As her eyes continued to survey the damage, they landed on the note that had been stuck in the wall by a dagger. Next time the Commodore thinks to be hangin’ one of us, A skull and crossbones was signed at the bottom and your mother went crazy. How dare those filthy pirates come after their daughter after what they had done to Elizabeth only months before? “Charles!” Louisa screams. Her husband runs into the room, followed by James, both in a state of shock at the scene before them. While Charles moves to comfort his wife, James rips the note from the wall, reading it quickly. “Rash,” he mutters, his deep voice rumbling. “Too rash, coming after my own now.” James looks at Louisa then locks eyes with his brother. Their eyes lock, brown meeting brown. Despite the fact that James had brown hair and Charles had blonde, there was no disputing the fact that they were brothers. They had received their looks from their father, the build and their command for respect. Their mother had hoped that some of her sweetness and compassion had rubbed off on the both of them but no such luck. They were the spitting image of their father. Attitude, looks, manner, mindset. “Charles, we’ll get her back. Every ship in the navy will be out looking for her. I’ll bring her back, safe and unharmed.” Louisa looked between the men as they exchanged a hand shake and James was out the door. Charles hugged her affectionately yet Louisa couldn’t help but look after James. She had her chance once before when she had dated James. Charles had yet to know since he was away at college in North America at the time. “Lou, James will find her,” Charles said, hoping to comfort his wife. “I know he will,” she said, the affection showing for the man in her voice and Charles gave her an odd look but quickly dismissed it. He knew that she was very close to her brother-in-law and left it at that. * * * * * CHAPTER 8 – Drink Up Me ‘earties, Yo Ho ~Back on the Black Pearl~ You had finally settled into sleep that night after another of Jack’s vigorous love-makings… damn but the man wore you out. After he had emerged from the water, your ‘punishment’ was him stripping you down and pulling you into the water with him. Once in the cold, he made love to you again and again until you screams filled the inside of the cave. After you had made it back to the ship, the crews’ whistles and stares made you blush. You and Jack retired early, saying that the swimming had tired you out considerably (even though Gibbs had come with a small boat to get you both from the cave). Jack had locked the door once you were inside and peeled the wet clothes from your body, dropping them into a pile on the floor and backed you onto the bed. He lifted your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he pushed inside of you, making love to you slowly, enjoying each and every second without a care in the world. As he came close to release, he made sure you were there to follow him, taking you both over the edge of that cliff. Throughout the day he would find reasons to come into the cabin. You finally had to lock the door to get any rest. Now you knew exactly what he meant that day in the tub when he said you won’t be walking out of the room. He certainly lived up to his promise. Jack had drug out the large bath basin from the corner that night after he had gotten you to unlock the door and the crew filled it with hot water. He lifted your naked body, setting you carefully into the tub. He then stripped off his own clothes and joined you in the water. The soap he had didn’t have a smell to it but it certainly felt better than taking another dunk in the sea. You were in heaven as Jack took a sponge, lathering it with the soap, and washing every inch of your skin. The icing on the cake was when he started to wash your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp. He lifted an empty jug from the floor, filling it with the water and rinsing the soap from your hair. Jack stepped from the tub first then picked you up from the basin, carrying you back to the bed where he wrapped you in the sheet and pulled you up between his legs. You watch in amazement as he pulls out a brush from the draw in the stand beside of the bed and starts to brush your hair, detangling every strand. You feel his mouth pressing little kisses along your neck and shoulders, his fingers working their magic and soon the sheet had disappeared and you were pressed back against the mattress. The man never grew tired. Now, that you were finally alone and ready to sleep you couldn’t. There was so much commotion going on outside that you doubted that you would ever get to sleep with all the noise. You pull on your pants and shirt, walking out of the cabin barefoot. If they didn’t let you get some sleep, you were going to be such a bitch in the morning. With your hair tousled from Jack and trying to get to sleep, you stand in the doorway of the cabin. You hands are planted firmly on your hips and a scowl is on your face. Everyone on the ship is obviously to drunk to notice and with the singing, you were lucky if your voice would even be heard. “We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs. Drink up me 'earties yo ho! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me,” sang by thirty out-of-tune pirates didn’t sound appealing what so ever. You scan the crowd, looking for Jack and you find him sitting atop a stack of crates near the main mast smiling at his crew, clad in nothing but his blue pants in the late summers night air. The light-heartedness of the crew makes you smile. You walk across the deck, kicking the empty bottles out of your path. Jack sees you and doesn’t move from his perch. He watches the gently sway of your hips as you walk, drawing every eye of the men. Jack extends a hand down to you from his seat which you take and he lifts you up to him, bringing your face to his for a long, passionate kiss that brings cheers from the men. “Jack, how do you expect anyone to sleep with all this noise?” you question, your arms draped over his shoulders as you stare into his eyes. “Why would you want to sleep? Come out here and join us. We have singin’, drinkin’, dancin’, more drinkin’. What more could you ask for?” “If I had been allowed to take more than a thirty minutes nap today I would.” The crews’ uproar of laughter and more cheering for their Captain causes a blush to stain your face and you hide the red in the side of his neck. “I’ll make a deal with you luv” Jack says, his fingers playing lightly with the ends of your hair. “You go and get me pistols. We’ll see how good your aim has gotten. Gibbs! Get me two empty bottles and sit them on the bow railings.” “Jack, it’s late,” you say. “Chickin’ out of the deal before it even starts?” he taunts. “Never,” you reply as you leave to get the pistols. “What do I have to do?” you call as you return. Jack looked at you as you came back. Nothing had ever seemed sexier to him that you strutting across his deck, armed. “If you can shoot both of the bottles off at the same time we’ll all quiet down and go to bed. You have me word.” Jack lifts you back up onto the crates and leans against the mast, keeping an eye on the bottles. It was a kids bet, he knew. You were still working on one target and for you to get two would be a miracle. “Gibbs, go ahead and open another case” Jack calls. “After she’s done we’ll have us another drink.” You shot a Jack a steaming look from your stance and eye up the targets. Jack was talking to Gibbs when the two shots sounded and the bottles shattered. Jacks eyebrow shot up questioningly at the bottles and you hopped down from the stack. “Goodnight boys,” you call, carrying both of the smoking pistols in one hand and taking Jacks hand with the other and pulling him into the cabin with you. * * * * * CHAPTER 9 – The Last Thing You Expected ~Two months aboard the Pearl~ You were up early that morning but didn’t emerge from the cabin until noon. You were feeling sick again and you were getting quite tired of it. No matter what you eat of don’t eat, you’re sick. The smell of the rum that you had grown used to was now the most offensive thing you had ever smelled in your life and it makes you gag thinking about it. For the last month, every morning you were ill. At a last resort, you count up the days that you have been with Jack. Over two months. When was the last time ‘your monthly friend’ had visited? Before you left home. There was no other reason for it not coming since you had always been right on schedule and you knew in your heart what was wrong. You were pregnant. You were pregnant with Captain Jack Sparrow’s child. The idea made you smile. Now there you stood, staring out at the open sea. The wind felt wonderful on your face. You see the faintest outline of land in the distance and grow excited. Another adventure with Jack by your side. Well, a careful adventure, you think, smiling to yourself as you press a hand to your stomach. Being above deck in the air seemed to help with the sickness and you were glad that something did. Jack had been watching you at the bow of the ship, holding onto the furthest mast, staring out at the sea. Your hair blew in the wind, flying wildly around you. Jack couldn’t quite seem to get over how right you looked on his ship, how you seemed to fit in. The wind had blown part of the shirt down, hanging over your left shoulder while the extra fabric billowed out behind you. Jack couldn’t honestly remember a more beautiful woman. “Jack!” you shout. You feel his chin come to rest on your shoulder and his voice low in your ear. “You called?” His arms encircle your waist, pulling you back against him. He never could seem to get enough of the feel of your body. If Gibbs hadn’t come pounding on his door that morning, you would both still be in bed. “There’s land ahead,” you state, pointing to the left. “Ahhhh,” Jack drawls. “That’s Tortuga. A pirate’s paradise,” he tells you. You’d heard stories from Will about Tortuga and it didn’t see m like the place a lady would want to visit but if Jack was going with you, you knew you’d be safe. He wouldn’t let anything happen to you. “( ),” Jack says, pulling you with him to the side. “Look,” he said pointing off to right. Grabbing his hands that are still around your waist as you lean over, you watch the show before you. Seven dolphins raced along the boat, some jumping out of the water to show off. “Jack, it’s so beautiful,” you exclaim. “Aye, they’re good luck. No bad weather ahead either. They would have gone deep into the water to avoid the weather. We’ll have smooth sailing to Tortuga.” Jack presses a kiss against the back of your neck; goose bumps appear on your skin from the intimate touch. “Jack, do you ever plan to give up the sea?” you ask out of the blue, already knowing the answer and it saddens you but you need to hear it from his mouth. “Nay lass. She calls to me like the sweet song, beckoning me to sing. I could never leave her. What brought that on?” he questions, enjoying the view of the setting sun with you in his arms. You shake your head to avoid the answer, glad the breeze is blowing against you, drying the tears that come to your eye. You should be thankful for everyday you have with him instead of figuring out what you will do when he is gone. You will cross that bridge when it gets there. “Ship ho Jack!” yelled one of the crew, pointing off of the stern. Both you and Jack walk to the back of the boat, looking at the ship that was coming up on you. “Oh no,” you groan, pressing a hand to you stomach. That bridge wasn’t supposed to be now though! “You’re not sick again are you?” he asked. You turn and wrap your arms around Jacks waist, burying your face into his shoulder. “Luv, what’s wrong?” “It’s the Dauntless. It’s Uncle James,” you tell him, clinging onto him knowing that it is the last time. This was going to be your last day together. * * * * * CHAPTER 10 – Letting Go “It’s the Black Pearl, Commodore,” Sergeant Mason relayed, looking through the spyglass. “Jack Sparrow,” James hissed. “She’s on that ship, I know it. Raise all sails and head for the Pearl. Do not open fire unless I say. If ( ) is still alive, and I guarantee she is, I don’t want her harmed.” Jack turned to look at his crew. “Drop anchor. We’ll wait till she’s beside us.” Jack knew that it would be far worse to try and outrun Norry. “What are you going to do when Uncle James gets here?” you ask. “Simply tell him that you’re taking his niece whether he likes it or not?” “I haven’t had any time to think about it. Just let me think luv,” Jack says. He knew that Norry wasn’t going to let you stay here. Jack watches as the Dauntless sailed closer and closer to his ship. There was no other way. Jack would give you over to Norry and you would go home. He hadn’t made it to a port where he could leave you at, like he would, but he had successfully ruined any chance of any man wanting you. He’d taken your virginity and no respectable man in society would have you now. Now all he had to do give you a cold, uncaring attitude to make you leave without a fight. The Dauntless pulled parallel to the Black Pearl, dropping anchor. Both crew stared each other down while Jack and James’ eyes locked. You look between the two, having seen the look in both of their eyes before and not really wanting to get in the middle of it. You knew Uncle James’ history with Jack and you being on his ship right now didn’t help matters. “Now Commodore, let me explain,” Jack starts, taking one step in James’ direction and the crew of the Dauntless pulled out their pistols and swords. His crew returned the gesture but Jack made them lower their weapons. “That won’t be necessary,” Jack tells James, keeping his voice as evenly toned as possible. “Jack Sparrow, you are charged with kidnapping of ( ) Norrington. You have a choice, of handing over Ms. Norrington or forfeiting the first and fighting to the death. Which do you choose?” the Commodore asked, staring at his niece. “Uncle James, if you dare to open fire on this ship!” you shout from the ship as Jack grabs your arm and tells you to shut up. “( ), listen to me very carefully. I want you to go over to his ship.” You stare oddly at Jack. “What are you saying?” you ask. “I’m saying that it’s time to go home and quit flaunting yourself about aboard a pirate ship. You’re a lady ( ), you deserve what a gentleman can offer you. What can I give you? A boat that’s damn near fallin’ apart, no place to settle down. You couldn’t possibly want a life like that, nor do you deserve one.” “I see,” you say, pulling from Jacks grasp. “So what you’re telling me is is that you know exactly what I want? Well, I’m so glad that someone knows what I want. You aren’t the man I took you for Captain Sparrow.” “( ), please try to underst---“ Jack tries to grab your hand but you jerk it away from him. “Captain Sparrow, lest you be charged with assault also, you should not try to touch me again in any way,” you hiss, glaring at him. Jack steps back. You obviously didn’t realize that his giving you up was killing him? Couldn’t you see it in his eyes, telling you to be strong and take what memories you had with you? That he would keep you with him were it possible? Gibbs held your hand as you walked across the beam that had been laid as a walkway between the two ships. He released his hold once James grabbed you other hand, helping you down from the board. “It has been over two months Uncle James, what took you so long?” you question. You seemed so regal aboard the Dauntless, your nose raised slightly in the air and mouth set in a firm line. “A thousand apologies Princess,” James said lovingly. “Hoist the anchor!” James shouted. Take this ship back to Port Royal immediately.”“Captain Sparrow,” you call, tossing something through the air which Jack caught in his hand. “Since we are severing all ties,” you explain. When he opened his hand, the onyx ring you had found on Isla de Muerta sat there. You watch as Jack turns and begins ordering his crew about, never giving you another glance. Before you knew it, with your uncle at your side, the Dauntless was moving in one direction while the Black Pearl sailed off in the other to Tortuga. “You made the right decision ( ),” James said, coming to stand behind you, watching to make sure Sparrow kept going. “I’m not so sure,” you whisper. “Governor Swann said even a good decision if made for the wrong reasons can be a wrong decision. I’m worried that---“ wringing your hands as your uncle cuts you off. “You made the right decision for the right reason. Had he thought keeping you would have been the better decision, I would have been forced to open fire. That is when it would have gotten ugly.” You smile up at James, knowing in your heart that it would have gotten ugly just as he said and if something would have happened to Jack, you would have never forgiven yourself. So, being the proper lady that he and James think that you are, you watch until the Pearl is nothing more than a tiny dot on the horizon. You mind goes back to the baby that you never did tell him about. Then again, how do you tell a man that will never give up the sea that you were pregnant with his child without him resenting you? As much as the idea hurt you that Jack would never know, you wouldn’t say a word. After you docked and you went back to your old life, you’d raise the baby yourself. If you and Jacks paths ever crossed again, you’d let him in his child’s life, providing he saw him or her on a regular basis and not when it was convenient. Now more than ever you wished that you had told Jack about the special gift that grew there. Would he have kept you then? Would Uncle James have let you stay with Jack? Now, you would never know. |