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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
41
Views:
5,414
Reviews:
56
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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A Most Unusual Interest Chapter Ten (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberebta… Kurt wants a sword
and eye patch now. *sigh * Readers/Reviewers: *glow * Thank you!!!!
Jack stared
down at her for a long moment. “No,
love,” he said finally. “It’s
Jack…” He bent his head for another
kiss only to have her try to squirm away.
“Dove…”
“The man…he
came into the cabin…it was Richard…”
Her heart was hammering in her chest for an entirely new reason now, her
eyes flitting from side to side as her breath came in short gasps.
Jack moved
off her, albeit a shade reluctantly, and pulled her into a sitting
position. “Now, dove, you’re seein’
things…”
“I know,”
she panted, “my own brother-in-law!”
She made a strangled noise and shoved Jack out of the way, lurching to
her feet and barely making it to the chamber pot in time.
Jack
winced, making a face at the sound of her being sick. “Now, dove, I’m thinkin’ you’re just fraught…”
She heaved
again, this time emptily, before turning to glare at him. “He has a scar over his left eye. I gave it to him. I know it was him.”
Jack
frowned, running his fingers over a branded scar on his own arm. “Lots of men have scars, love.”
“I cut him
with a kitchen knife when I was sixteen.”
“Pardon?”
Myrtle
shook her head and frowned. “It can’t
be him…” Absently, she tugged at the
hem of her overlong shirt, seemingly forgetting that was all she wore. “But…”
Jack smiled
thinly. “I’m thinkin’ you’re far too
tired to be reasonin’ much at the moment.”
He patted the bed beside him and leaned back, grinning more broadly. “Come to bed, dove…”
Myrtle
blinked at him, then turned a brilliant red. “Oh…” She looked down at
her bare toes, her loose hair falling to over her face. “Um…”
“Are you
afraid of me?” he asked innocently.
“And here I was thinkin’ you liked pirates…”
“I do,” she
muttered. “I just don’t like…*that*.”
Jack felt
an alarming sense of vertigo. “That?”
“That,” she
gestured in embarrassment towards the bed.
“What men and women do together…”
“And I’m
sure you’re not meanin’ go to Mass.” He
leaned forward, interested. “And here I
were thinkin’ you were a virgin…”
“Oh, no,” she
sighed, wilting to the floor in a cross-legged heap. “Not for years.”
His frown
was fairly palpable. “And…?”
“And what?”
she shrugged miserably. “It’s painful,
it’s messy and I don’t like it.”
“How many
times… pau paused and swallowed, feeling a tad embarrassed himself now and
hating it.
“Enough.” She picked at the edge of her shirt and
frowned. “Kissing is good. I liked
kissing. But not any more…”
“Myrtle…what
an awful name…Myrtle, I’m thinkin’ you just didn’t have a good teacher.”
“I had,”
she said in a low, tight voice, “six of them.”
“Pardon?”
She sighed
and rose to her knees, still not looking him in the eye. “I memorized their faces. I know them all by heart—each scar and
fle ale and imperfection. I know how
the smell, how they feel…” Her face crumpled.
“And I never told Willow. Not
once! Not even when I…when I lost…” She
crossed her arms over her stomach and shuddered visibly.
Jack was on
his feet and kneeling before her in an instant. “Now, now,” he murmured, pulling her into a rough embrace even as
his mind spun on ahead, wondering how the Hell he had ended up like this, “I
was jokin’, lass. Myrtle’s not that bad
of a name…”
She sniffed
indignantly and hit his shoulder, smiling thinly. “I know that.”
“There’s no
shame in havin’ a few lovers, lass… Though you kiss like you haven’t.”
“Do I?” she
wondered, her fingers creeping to her lips.
“Do I?”
“Six is
nothing, these days… I know a woman
named Scarlet who…”
“At
once. Six at once.”
Jack felt
his jaw drop as he stared at this young woman.
He had heard tales from the Spanish Main, seen something once in
Barbados, but this girl did not seem the sort to engage in an orgy.
“It was
when…” she gulped and looked up at him, her eyes watery and face pale. “Why should I tell you?”
“You’re on
my ship. Consider it your passage.”
Myrtle
frowned, not liking the logic, but tired of keeping it bottled inside for so
long. “Willow became with child when I
was sixteen. They had been married a few years and wanting a baby very
much. The eve she miscarried was the worst
since our parents died… It was terrible—we
almost lost her, as well. The physician
said she would not be able to carry another child but Willow did not believe
him. It lasted for hours—she was six
months into her carrying. Hours!”
Jack
watched the play of emotions on her face as she continued, the shift from
sorrow to anger slow but steady. “Yes,
dove?”
“I went
downstairs after it was over. Her blood…it
was all down the front of my dress.
Hazel had fainted, the old cow, and had to be taken to her room and
coddled. I stayed with Willow until the
bitter end. Stayed until they wrapped
the tiny…tiny baby in cloth.” Her
stutter was fighting to come back and she was fighting to hide it. “Richard was downstairs with his brothers
and some friends. They had hoped…” She
fairly spat the words. “Men are idiots!”
“Guilty as
charged,” he smiled faintly.
“They had
thought the babe would live and Richard railed against me when I told him…said
I had killed it.” She shook her
head. “He was so kind, before. So kind.
Understood me.”
Jack
listened in growing nausea as she described Richard’s rage at the baby’s
stillbirth, his accusations of her complicity and finally his insane demand
that she be the bearer of his namesake.
“Oh, dove…”
“All of
them,” she whispered. “All of them…”
Jack shoved
himself to his feet and began pacing, the beads in his hair clicking as he
turned. He felt ill and angry, tempted
to go on deck and stab something inanimate. Repeatedly. “But, forgive me for being indelicate, why
would he be on a ship in the middle of the Caribbean? What does the man in the hold have to do with him?”
“I don’t
know,” she sobbed softly. “I don’t!”
Jack sighed
and helped her to her feet. “Put some
clothes on,” he ordered gently. “And
come on deck. We’ll find you some
decent food and somewhere to sleep for the night.”
“No.” She tugged him back to her as he would
leave. “I want to stay here.”
“Myrtle?”
She closed
the distance between them, kissing him inexpertly but hungrily. “I want to stay here.”
Jack closed
his eyes and kissed her back, his hands going to her waist and lifting her off
her feet, backing towards the bunk. “Myrtle,”
he said roughly as the kiss broke, “this isn’t a good time for ye, is it?”
“When would
it be?” she demanded, kissing his cheek, his jaw, his ear. “Tell me when it
would be and I’ll be there waiting.”
Jack hated
being confused. Deeply. “I can’t say for ye…” “Then let
me stay,” she pled, nipping his ear sharply.
He turned and
set her down on the bed. “I think you’re
in a mood.”
“Seems so,”
she said faintly, reaching for his belt.
“Myrtle!”
“Jack,” she
cut him off softly, “I’m not so brave.
Keep me safe.”
A/N Next chapter, actual sex, lol, and more to the story…
Disclaimers Apply
A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE ™, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberebta… Kurt wants a sword
and eye patch now. *sigh * Readers/Reviewers: *glow * Thank you!!!!
Jack stared
down at her for a long moment. “No,
love,” he said finally. “It’s
Jack…” He bent his head for another
kiss only to have her try to squirm away.
“Dove…”
“The man…he
came into the cabin…it was Richard…”
Her heart was hammering in her chest for an entirely new reason now, her
eyes flitting from side to side as her breath came in short gasps.
Jack moved
off her, albeit a shade reluctantly, and pulled her into a sitting
position. “Now, dove, you’re seein’
things…”
“I know,”
she panted, “my own brother-in-law!”
She made a strangled noise and shoved Jack out of the way, lurching to
her feet and barely making it to the chamber pot in time.
Jack
winced, making a face at the sound of her being sick. “Now, dove, I’m thinkin’ you’re just fraught…”
She heaved
again, this time emptily, before turning to glare at him. “He has a scar over his left eye. I gave it to him. I know it was him.”
Jack
frowned, running his fingers over a branded scar on his own arm. “Lots of men have scars, love.”
“I cut him
with a kitchen knife when I was sixteen.”
“Pardon?”
Myrtle
shook her head and frowned. “It can’t
be him…” Absently, she tugged at the
hem of her overlong shirt, seemingly forgetting that was all she wore. “But…”
Jack smiled
thinly. “I’m thinkin’ you’re far too
tired to be reasonin’ much at the moment.”
He patted the bed beside him and leaned back, grinning more broadly. “Come to bed, dove…”
Myrtle
blinked at him, then turned a brilliant red. “Oh…” She looked down at
her bare toes, her loose hair falling to over her face. “Um…”
“Are you
afraid of me?” he asked innocently.
“And here I was thinkin’ you liked pirates…”
“I do,” she
muttered. “I just don’t like…*that*.”
Jack felt
an alarming sense of vertigo. “That?”
“That,” she
gestured in embarrassment towards the bed.
“What men and women do together…”
“And I’m
sure you’re not meanin’ go to Mass.” He
leaned forward, interested. “And here I
were thinkin’ you were a virgin…”
“Oh, no,” she
sighed, wilting to the floor in a cross-legged heap. “Not for years.”
His frown
was fairly palpable. “And…?”
“And what?”
she shrugged miserably. “It’s painful,
it’s messy and I don’t like it.”
“How many
times… pau paused and swallowed, feeling a tad embarrassed himself now and
hating it.
“Enough.” She picked at the edge of her shirt and
frowned. “Kissing is good. I liked
kissing. But not any more…”
“Myrtle…what
an awful name…Myrtle, I’m thinkin’ you just didn’t have a good teacher.”
“I had,”
she said in a low, tight voice, “six of them.”
“Pardon?”
She sighed
and rose to her knees, still not looking him in the eye. “I memorized their faces. I know them all by heart—each scar and
fle ale and imperfection. I know how
the smell, how they feel…” Her face crumpled.
“And I never told Willow. Not
once! Not even when I…when I lost…” She
crossed her arms over her stomach and shuddered visibly.
Jack was on
his feet and kneeling before her in an instant. “Now, now,” he murmured, pulling her into a rough embrace even as
his mind spun on ahead, wondering how the Hell he had ended up like this, “I
was jokin’, lass. Myrtle’s not that bad
of a name…”
She sniffed
indignantly and hit his shoulder, smiling thinly. “I know that.”
“There’s no
shame in havin’ a few lovers, lass… Though you kiss like you haven’t.”
“Do I?” she
wondered, her fingers creeping to her lips.
“Do I?”
“Six is
nothing, these days… I know a woman
named Scarlet who…”
“At
once. Six at once.”
Jack felt
his jaw drop as he stared at this young woman.
He had heard tales from the Spanish Main, seen something once in
Barbados, but this girl did not seem the sort to engage in an orgy.
“It was
when…” she gulped and looked up at him, her eyes watery and face pale. “Why should I tell you?”
“You’re on
my ship. Consider it your passage.”
Myrtle
frowned, not liking the logic, but tired of keeping it bottled inside for so
long. “Willow became with child when I
was sixteen. They had been married a few years and wanting a baby very
much. The eve she miscarried was the worst
since our parents died… It was terrible—we
almost lost her, as well. The physician
said she would not be able to carry another child but Willow did not believe
him. It lasted for hours—she was six
months into her carrying. Hours!”
Jack
watched the play of emotions on her face as she continued, the shift from
sorrow to anger slow but steady. “Yes,
dove?”
“I went
downstairs after it was over. Her blood…it
was all down the front of my dress.
Hazel had fainted, the old cow, and had to be taken to her room and
coddled. I stayed with Willow until the
bitter end. Stayed until they wrapped
the tiny…tiny baby in cloth.” Her
stutter was fighting to come back and she was fighting to hide it. “Richard was downstairs with his brothers
and some friends. They had hoped…” She
fairly spat the words. “Men are idiots!”
“Guilty as
charged,” he smiled faintly.
“They had
thought the babe would live and Richard railed against me when I told him…said
I had killed it.” She shook her
head. “He was so kind, before. So kind.
Understood me.”
Jack
listened in growing nausea as she described Richard’s rage at the baby’s
stillbirth, his accusations of her complicity and finally his insane demand
that she be the bearer of his namesake.
“Oh, dove…”
“All of
them,” she whispered. “All of them…”
Jack shoved
himself to his feet and began pacing, the beads in his hair clicking as he
turned. He felt ill and angry, tempted
to go on deck and stab something inanimate. Repeatedly. “But, forgive me for being indelicate, why
would he be on a ship in the middle of the Caribbean? What does the man in the hold have to do with him?”
“I don’t
know,” she sobbed softly. “I don’t!”
Jack sighed
and helped her to her feet. “Put some
clothes on,” he ordered gently. “And
come on deck. We’ll find you some
decent food and somewhere to sleep for the night.”
“No.” She tugged him back to her as he would
leave. “I want to stay here.”
“Myrtle?”
She closed
the distance between them, kissing him inexpertly but hungrily. “I want to stay here.”
Jack closed
his eyes and kissed her back, his hands going to her waist and lifting her off
her feet, backing towards the bunk. “Myrtle,”
he said roughly as the kiss broke, “this isn’t a good time for ye, is it?”
“When would
it be?” she demanded, kissing his cheek, his jaw, his ear. “Tell me when it
would be and I’ll be there waiting.”
Jack hated
being confused. Deeply. “I can’t say for ye…” “Then let
me stay,” she pled, nipping his ear sharply.
He turned and
set her down on the bed. “I think you’re
in a mood.”
“Seems so,”
she said faintly, reaching for his belt.
“Myrtle!”
“Jack,” she
cut him off softly, “I’m not so brave.
Keep me safe.”
A/N Next chapter, actual sex, lol, and more to the story…