Unseasoned Ties

"Where's that rough tough scourge of a pirate gone to?" you softly ask, half joking.

"I'm still here luv, it's all still here," he says, and to prove his point he bites down on your neck just hard enough where you know there will be a mark.

"Isn't the crew gonna wonder what happened in here if I come out all chewed on?"

"Let 'em wonder," his response is muffled as he kisses his way up to your chin. You can't help but giggle at the feeling of his facial hair tickling the sensitive skin underneath your chin. You bend your right knee and set your foot on his lower back, sliding the heel down against the waistband of his pants. Jack's hips shift to press down more firmly against you. You catch a brief smile touching the corners of his mouth before he kisses you once again.

The palm of his right hand leaves your stomach and you can feel him slide it down along your thigh. He slips his hand underneath your knee and brings your leg up to hook over his body mirroring your other leg. This small action causes his pelvis to settle even more firmly between your legs and you gasp at the pressure. Jack takes advantage of your gasp and slides his tongue into your mouth. 'He's completely ruining me for anyone else. Like I'm going to want someone else's tongue in my mouth after him, like velvet,' you think to yourself.

You sink one hand into his mess of dark hair and grip at his side with the other. He leans his chest down and presses it firmly against yours and every thought escapes you.

You don't know how long you've been lying on the bed with Jack, but a loud banging noise brings you somewhat up out of the fog. 'God I hope no one comes in,' you think when you take into account what you two must look like. Your feet have been pushing at the waistband of his pants so much that the swell of his bottom is uncovered. Jack has your shirt pushed up so much that the underside of your breasts are visible and he's taken advantage of the new territory. 'I don't know of many guys who would be happy with my shirt like this instead of ripping it off when the first chance arose,' you think gratefully, 'I guess he's a savoring type.'

You hear the banging noise again and pull your mouth away from Jack's chest, "What is that?"

"Nothin'...a bird....ignore it," Jack says.

You try to ignore it, but the banging is just getting louder and more persistent. Before you can ask Jack again, you hear, "For the love... Jack! CAPTAIN Jack....we kinda need ye out 'ere!"

"Bloody hell!" Jack gruffly mutters as he quickly tears himself away from you. He pulls himself off the bed and stomps down on the ground. You bite your lip, so as not to smile, at the very funny visual of seriously pissed off Jack. Especially a pissed off Jack who looks thoroughly ravished.

"A moment luv."

You nod your head while pulling your shirt back down and watch him drag his feet over to the door. You rest your eyes on the smooth muscles in his back and the angry red lines running from the middle out to his sides drawn by your fingernails. Before he opens it, he glances back at you and then opens the door just enough for him to slip out of.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed as you sit up, 'I wonder how long he's gonna be gone, I hope nothing's wrong with the ship. I don't think I would take kindly to drowning.'

You stand up, try to right your clothes, and smooth down your hair. After your done with that, you don't really know what to do. 'If we hadn't been interrupted, I wouldn't have stopped,' you think to yourself. You would expect to be freaking out over that fact, but instead you're at ease. You find that you no longer have that insecurity over doing anything with Jack. You smile and think, 'He wants my ass.'

The door inches back open and Jack slides through. His facial expression has changed and he now looks very somber. If you were an outside person, you would have no idea that a few minutes ago he was ‘this close’ to having sex. You watch without saying anything, as Jack throws a shirt on and starts to get fully dressed. 'So something's wrong with the ship,' you deduce.

But when he slides a pistol in the waistband of his pants and grabs his sword, you know that it's not the ship.

"Jack?"

No answer.

"Jack!?"

"Wah?" he yells back.

"What the hell's wrong?"

"Nothin' luv, jus' stay in 'ere," he orders.

At those words, you know it's your cue to get outside. While he tips a rum bottle back, you slip by him and open the door.

The crew is freaking out. Everyone is running every which way, and Gibbs is barking orders to load the cannons. You start to pull the door open more, but it's harshly slammed shut by Jack's hand. Jack leans heavily into your side in a threatening gesture.

"Ye're stayin' here."

"Fuck that, I'm going out there," you reply.

"Luv, I know ye wanna prove ye're no lady, but ye aint goin' out there." Jack's talking to you in a tone of voice that you would use with a small mentally disabled child.

"Don't talk to me like I'm an idiot Jack. What's going on? You know I'll be that much harder to deal with if you don't just tell me."

Jack frowns but gives in. "Brigs caught up, an' he's a bit angry."

"What? How could he? I thought that the Pearl was the fastest ship... ever."

"Oh she is, we jus' weren't goin' as fast as we should 'ave been."

"Why not?"

"Well luv, I was a bit distracted," Jack looks pointedly at you.

"Oh don't you dare blame me for you forgetting to be speedy."

"Says the lass who deliberately taunted me with the thought of her goin' out with me crew nearly half naked!"

"I had a shirt on, I was not half naked!"

"It was transparent luv!"

At that moment, Gibbs pushes the doors open as much as he can against Jack's weight, "Captain, we need ye."

"Jus' stay 'ere...please," Jack pleads.

You stare at him for a few moments and decide to agree. 'He looks like someone just ran over his dog and he's having to witness the carnage.'

"Okay, fine. I'll stay inside," you agree. 'I'll stay inside for a little bit anyway,' you think.

Jack heaves a sigh of relief, "I thank ye' deeply."

He opens the door and before he leaves he plants a chaste kiss on your forehead.

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After, what you assume has been ten minutes, you mutter to yourself, "Screw this!" For the past ten minutes, again you assume, you've been pacing back and forth by the bed.

You can hear shouting and running back and forth across the deck. 'Dammit I need to be out there.'

Before you make your way to the doors, you notice your reflection in the mirror and quickly decide that you'll have to do something about the see-through shirt first. You spin around and grab your t shirt that's still folded neatly on the chest. You pull Jack's shirt over your head and toss it on the bed, than you tug your Sex Pistol shirt over your head. Satisfied, you walk to the doors and slowly pull one open a crack to peer out.

'What the hell is going on?' you think. The crew is spastic, guys are running everywhere. You can see Gibbs at the front of the ship barking orders at a few of the crew members.

Pulling the door open a bit more, you slide out and shut it behind you. No one seems to even notice you. Not one catcall, not one look. The crew is just pushing by you, completely ignoring your presence. You notice that they all seem to be concentrating on something to your right so you walk further out on the ship and peer out over the ocean.

'Shit,' you think as you notice the ship in the distance. Brigs. You know it must be him. Who else would everyone be freaking out over? Your heart starts pounding rapidly at the sudden fear of being caught again, or worse. You start to walk closer to the rail but spin around when you hear Jack shout something that sounded like dammit. 'Yeah he's not happy,' you think to yourself. You sheepishly grin up at him, only to be met with a very angry Jack Sparrow at the wheel.

"Get back inside!"

You slightly shake your head and give him a little finger wave. That seemed to just piss him off further.

"Than get over 'ere!" he yells.

You sigh as you do as he says. You like to act annoyed with his demand, but you would feel a lot safer up with him, instead of down on the deck. You trudge up the steps and walk over to Jack's side.

"Yes Captain?"

"Now ye call me Captain?" he grinds out.

"Is that Brigs?" you ask, ignoring his question.

"Aye."

"Well what's the plan? What are we doing?"

"Waitin'."

"What? Why don't we shoot them? Blow them up. Bring out the cannons. Whatever the hell you guys do....why aren't you doing it?" you frantically question.

"Cause luv, I don' think it's necessary yet," Jack patiently responds.

"What? So you're gonna wait until there's a hole in the Pearl before you fire? Real smart Jack. Remind me not to invite you to the next pirate scuffle I get into."

"Look luv, while I enjoy yer lovely arguments, now is not the time. Do please shut up," Jack says in a very pleasantly conversational tone which bugs you.

"Fine. But why are you waiting?"

"Cause I think he'll wan' ta chat before he takes action."

"What? So he can inform you he is going to shoot your ship down? How very civil of him."

Jack ignores you and yells down at Gibbs to hold off the cannons. Gibbs looks up at him like he's crazy. 'At least I'm not the only one.' Gibbs looks to you, obviously not pleased with what he finds in Jack's face, and you merely just shrug.

You look out to the sea and notice that the ship isn't even moving. "We aren't even moving? Oh come on Jack."

"An' make it easier on 'im? He can come ta me if he wants ta chat."

"You're on something," you mutter.

Jack looks down at his feet and than back up at you, "On somethin'?"

"Oh never mind."

Jack chuckles and crosses his arms across his chest, staring out towards the slowly approaching ship. You take a minute to study his face. You notice lines marring his forehead and can tell that even with his cucumber cool appearance, he's nervous on the inside and worried for his ship. His mouth is a tight line and his jaw is set firmly. His eyes are hard and dark. Not the kind of dark that you've seen during intimate moments, but a dangerous dark. You can't even guess at what he's thinking. His eyes give nothing away.

You walk closer to him and uncross his arms. Then you turn around to lean back against his chest and take his arms to wrap around yourself. You feel Jack sigh against the top of your head and his arms tighten comfortably. You stare out at the oncoming ship and think that it'll be fine. There's no way Jack would let anything or anyone hurt you.

After some time passes, you tense as Brig's ship is so close that you can see his crew. Jack unwraps his arms from around you and turns you around to face him.

"Stay 'ere."

"No, I'm going with you," you forcefully state.

Before Jack can argue, you quickly say, "Bitch all you want, but I'm going and you know you can't stop me Jack."

You have a feeling that he really could if he tried, but you know that he doesn't have the time to keep you stationary. Jack frowns at you and you almost think that he really is going to keep you away. However he grabs your hand and leads you down the steps with him and you know that he's keeping you with him. You walk with him to the side facing Brig's ship and stand still without making a sound. You look up at Jack and wonder how he could look so threatening. You look from face to face across Brig's crew and notice that none of them seem to be attempting to frighten anyone on the Pearl. They all look freaked out and some look downright uninterested.

You notice a man coming forward and assume it's Brigs. He's walking with the air of superiority, pushing aside his crew members that got in his way. 'What an ass,' you think.

However he's not really what you expected. You expected this bad-ass looking pirate, perhaps with an empty eye socket. But instead, Brigs is very proper looking. His clothes look like they were even ironed. They're clean and without holes. 'What the hell kind of pirate is he?' His face is without marks other than one small scar you notice along his cheekbone.

"Well hello Jack," the man croons, spreading his arms wide as if in welcome. You immediately notice that he used the 'H' in hello and didn't mute it out. 'Don't tell me he's a proper pirate,' you think humorously.

"'Ello Sammie," Jack responds tonelessly.

'Sammie? His name is Sammie? Awww how cute,' you think while not being able to stop smiling.