Unseasoned Ties

Brigs stiffens at the use of his given name and shoots a glare at Jack before his head turns slightly in awareness at your presence.

"My, you are lovely. It's a shame we didn't get a chance to become better acquainted earlier. Don't worry though dear, you'll get your chance," Brigs tells you smoothly.

"Sorry, I made a pact with myself a long time ago never to get naked with someone named Sammie," you sneer in response while straightening your spine. 'He sounds like he belongs in a museum taking groups on tours, way too proper for a pirate,' you think to yourself in annoyance. You see Jack take a step forward to stand slightly between you and Brigs.

"What do ye want Sammie?" Jack demands, obviously done with the formalities of chit chat. Brigs responds again with stiffening his form at the use of his first name. You can see that he obviously doesn't like it and that Jack will probably call him nothing else just to irk him.

"We have unfinished business, and I'm not referring to your young lady cowering at your side. Although she will be your payment."

'Cowering? I am not cowering,' you think defensively, 'It's not my fault Jack thinks he has to protect me. And from what? This? Hardly. And what the hell is with the payment?'

"Sammie, Sammie," Jack tsks, "One would think ye had gotten over that already."

Brigs' eyes widen and he shouts out, "Gotten over it?! You bed my wife!"

You step away from Jack and face him, "You told me you slept with his daughter!"

Jack sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose with two fingers. Glancing at you he says, "Aye luv, with his daughter," he looks over at Brigs, "An' aye, with yer wife."

"You fucked his wife and his daughter? Left that part out did you? God Jack, did you get his mom too? I think he has a right to be a bit pissed off. Granted I wouldn't have kidnapped two people out of that anger, but he should be able to at least kick you where it hurts," looking at Brigs you add, "Since I have nothing to do with this, you do not get to molest me you creepy little man."

"Luv, ye don' understan', I didn' leave any part out. I slept with his daughter....his wife," he puts stress on daughter and wife and it slowly seeps in.

You swing your head towards Brigs with a revolted look, "Sam....that's just wrong."

Brigs seems to have had enough, his crew is trying to hide the laughter bubbling up inside their chests and Brigs pushes the man closest to him overboard. The rest of the men immediately calm themselves.

"How's it going to do him any good if he gets rid of his own men?" you whisper just loud enough for Jack to hear.

"Not our problem luv," Jack gruffly whispers back, but not as softly as you had. He doesn't seem to care if he's heard. You glance around and Jack’s men aren’t bothering to hide their amusement. They've seem to have settled down because a few are now openly staring at you. You frown and unconsciously step a bit closer to Jack. Instead of staying put, Jack abruptly walks right up to the railing and plants his hands on it leaning forward.

You know you shouldn't be thinking about anything but the issue at hand, but you can't help but notice how the muscles in Jack's body tighten with the pressure. 'Not to mention the fact that his ass looks quite nice. No, shut up. Brigs. Focus on Brigs. Brigs gets naked with his daughter. Oh gross...gross,' you think, but it works and you aren't thinking about Jack's butt any longer.

"What do ye wan' Brigs? Yer not gettin' the girl. If it's a fight ye want, I'd be 'appy ta comply. An' even yer own crew knows who'll come out the victor and who'll come out without a breath ta take. Ye wouldn' really be comin out than would ya?" Jack says with a laugh. 'Now probably wouldn't be a good time to comment on how he amuses himself,' you think.

"I don't wish to fight you Jack. While it's uncomfortable for me to admit, I'm not dense and I know what my chances would be. Your crew is much more adept than mine," Brigs replies, laying the responsibility of failure on his men. "What do you say about a wager? You win, I leave. I win, I get the girl."

"Excuse me, I don't agree to this wager. I'm the girl, I don't agree," you quickly assert.

You pat Jack's shoulder, "I'm the girl Jack, the girl doesn't agree."

Jack rolls his shoulder to brush your hand off, "No wager Sammie. Ye leave or ye die."

You almost breathe a sigh of relief but decide to hold off until there's a healthy amount of salt water between the two ships. 'I don't want there to be a fight, I don't want any of Jack's men to die, and I really don't want to deal with the argument between Jack and I about my staying in his cabin. What if Jack doesn't win?' you think.

"Afraid of losing? That's not like the Captain Jack Sparrow who stole my wife right from under my own body," Brigs attempts to taunt, but just ends up sounding like a schoolboy trying to brag over getting to the swing set first.

Instead of replying, Jack just smiles.

Before you know it, Jack has swung himself over onto Brigs ship with the aid of a rope and he now has his sword trained on Brigs. Jack's posture is relaxed and confident as he effortlessly presses the blade against Brigs’ neck. Brigs' men are tensed and look ready to attack all at once. You look around you and wonder why no one has swung over after Jack to help him.

"What the hell is wrong with you people?" you mutter to no one in particular. Brigs holds his hand up at his side as a sign for his men to back off and reasons, "Jack, there's other ways to do this. Must we resort to violence like heathens?"

Jack seems to mull this over before replying, "Yes," and presses the blade harder. Brigs flinches and you can see a bit of blood trickle down his neck. You know that Brigs is a bad guy, but it would be hard to see Jack kill him when Brigs isn't even trying to fight back. 'He knows he would lose, that's the only reason,' you tell yourself. But it doesn't make it any better.

"Jack," you say warningly, trying to convey that you think what he's doing is wrong.

Jack shows no recognition that you just spoke. However, Brigs does. His eyes slide over to look at you and you see him smile. Jack presses the blade in deeper.

"I'll take the wager!" you shout before you can really think.

Jack doesn't take his eyes off Brigs, but yells stiffly, "Gibbs! Take her back ta me room!"

You see Gibbs approach and you hold your hand up to stop him, "I swear to Jeezybits, I will knee you in the balls if you come near me. I like you Gibbs, but I will hurt you."

Gibbs stops in his tracks and mutters something about bloody women and ships.

"She wants to take the wager Jack. Why don't you let the girl? She knows what she's doing," Brigs says.

"This is between us," Jack coldly states before yelling at you to get back in his cabin.

"I can handle myself Jack, I know what I'm doing," you assert. 'God I hope I know what I'm doing.'

"You know nothing!" Jack yells.

"I take offense to that," you absentmindedly utter while looking around for an easy way to get on Brigs ship. 'This may be the dumbest thing I've ever done. I hope I don't screw myself over.' After a few minutes of Jack's protests, you manage to get Gibbs to help you slide the Pearl's gangplank across to the other ship so you can get across. You get a sick sense of pleasure when Gibbs doesn't listen to Jack's barked orders to get rid of you. You know it's just because Gibbs is probably hoping you die in this, but that doesn't matter at the moment. The gangplank barely makes the distance, but it's enough for you to feel semi-stable. Instead of slowly crawling across, you decide the quicker the better. After one teetering scare, you make it across and hop down on the enemies ship.

"Don't even think about touching me," you threaten the nearby pirates while moving over to Jack's side.

"Bloody 'ell woman!" Jack angrily yells when you move into his reach. He grabs your arm and pulls you beside him. You put your hand on his outstretched arm and try to lower it while telling him that he can always do this later. After much difficulty you manage to get him to back up a few feet, but his sword is still pointed at Brigs.

"Jack let me do this. I can do this. I know what I'm doing. I know I can beat him," you insist.

Jack eyes are narrowed and his mouth is set in a hard line. 'Not so happy,' you think.

"My whole childhood I took karate. Up until I was sixteen. I can do this. I know how to fight. Granted I've never actually used it. Well there was that one time, but it was an accident and I didn't mean to break his nose...." you trail off but catch yourself, "But the point is, I can fight. And come on, he doesn't look all that bad."

"No." Jack leaves no room for argument.

"Do you think he's honestly going to believe that I can beat him? Come on Jack, would you take me seriously if I said I was going to fight you? I'm a woman, Brigs is not going to think I can hurt him. He'll have his guard down. I fight dirty. I pinch. I bite. I pull hair. Add that with actual karate and I'm golden. My strength is that I am a woman."

"Ye will not be bitin' em," Jack asserts and you smile at his complaint.

"Okay… so no biting."

It takes you some more convincing, a few pokes, but you finally get Jack to agree. He doesn't agree to stand down, but he agrees to let you try.

You turn to the silent Brigs and say authoritatively, "Okay this is what's going to happen. I'm going to fight you. Whoever goes down on his or her knees first loses. The before mentioned outcome still stands. I win, you float away. You win, you get me. Jack won't stand down, so I'm sure if he thinks you're stepping over the line he'll come out swinging." All during your speech Brigs is snickering and his crew is heartedly laughing. You hear comments all concerning a woman fighting. 'Fine for me, they're just pissing me off,' you think.

"I'm not fighting a woman," Brigs chuckles.

"Well it's that or Jack's just going to kill you. Afraid of being taken down by little girl?"

Brigs sneers and raises his arms to his sides, "Come on then."

You take the few steps it takes to stand in front of Brigs. 'Kick his ass, kick his ass,' you tell yourself. You look back at Jack just to assure yourself that he's there in case you need him. His face is a mask of tension and barely controlled emotions. You look back at Brigs and you don't get the chance to block his hit. Immediately your face is whipped back towards Jack from the blow. The whole right side of your face feels like it's on fire and you can already feel a bruise unfurl. Tasting blood on your lip, you look straight at Jack and shake your head at his impending interference. 'Fucking asshole, how dare he fucking hit me before the fight hadn't even started,' you think. You tongue your split lip and wince at the pain. You look back at Brigs and bristle at his offense. His entire crew is laughing outright and Brigs is standing there like he owns you. 'I was gonna fight fair too,' you think bitterly.

You soften your features and widen your eyes in what you call the 'kicked puppy' look. Brigs lowers his hands and confidently takes the necessary step towards you, assuming the fight is over and that he's won. He plants his manicured hands on your shoulders and makes to turn you towards Jack to show off his prize. Before he can, you reach up and grab his arms using them to hurl your knee up as hard as you can straight, into his groin. A guttural groan spills from his lips and his arms fly off your shoulders as his hands move straight to cover where your knee just hit. You step back quickly as Brigs sinks to his knees, using one hand to hold himself up on the floor.

"You fucking bastard!" you shout in anger. You lean back on one foot so you can kick out with your other to deliver a sidekick to his face, but hands are pulling you back before your foot makes it.

"Ye won luv, back off," Jack demands and pulls you over to the resting gangplank. He shoves you on and across as much as he can, Gibbs is there on the other side to pull you the rest of the way. You allow Gibbs to lead you over to the steps and sit you down.

You’re breathing heavily from the adrenaline rush. He leaves and returns seconds later with a wet cloth. You take it, muttering a thank you, and hold it to your lip. You have a feeling your face is going to hurt a hell of a lot more once you calm down. You watch Jack kneel down in front of Brigs, but you can't hear a word that he's saying. A few of Jack’s crew walk by and pat you on the back or nod their head in congratulations. Jack disappears inside Brigs' ship for a few minutes and comes out with a few sacks. 'Probably money, he wouldn't skip a money opportunity,' you think.

You sit on your step for what seems like forever. You make no move to get up and question Jack when he gets back on the Pearl. The sacks are handed off and after he speaks with a few of his men, they immediately transfer boats and start running around taking whatever strikes their fancy. Some role barrels onto the Pearl, you assume water; some come out with smaller bottles, you assume alcohol.

After a half hour of the transferring of goods, you start to wonder if Jack is upset with you. 'He hasn't once come over to check on me, he's barely even looked at me,' you think. 'I get my lip split open and he's upset? I won didn't I?" You almost feel bad for Brigs, he's been humiliated in front of his crew. Although his crew doesn't seem too upset by it, they seem like they're used to it. You missed when Brigs slunk off to sulk, now his men are busy readying the ship to pull away. You watch as Gibbs slides the gangplank down and sets it aside.

You spot Jack walking towards you and straighten up at the prospect of conversation.

Instead of talking though, he walks right past you up the steps to the wheel.

"What the hell Jack?" you scream up at him. You heave yourself up and deliberately stomp your feet up the steps. "There a reason why you're ignoring me?"

"Irresponsible git," Jack mutters under his breath.

"I heard that."

"I meant ya to," Jack replies and turns to look at you for the first time since you kneed Brigs. His face seems to fall before he picks it back up quickly. He sighs and holds his hand out for you. 'He seems to be sighing a lot lately,' you think.

You practically throw yourself at him and wrap your arms around him tightly, feeling the hard lines of his back through his shirt. The comfortable and very familiar weight of Jack's arms settle around your frame and you feel him place a kiss to the top of your head.

Your emotions are betraying you and you can feel hot pricks in the corners of your eyes, 'I will not cry, I will not cry. There is no reason to cry.'

Jack pushes you back and eyes your face critically, not liking what he sees. You could only imagine what your face looks like. You've never been hit that hard before, well you've never really been hit before by someone who wasn't wearing gloves.

"Why'd ye do that?" Jack questions while he trails a finger lightly down your cheek bone and across your bottom lip. You guess he's not talking about your face, sense you didn't hit yourself.

You smile slightly, and wince at the pain from your lip, "Had to prove that I‘m no lady."

Jack laughs and takes the wet cloth from your hand. He holds it against your cheek and wraps the other arm around your waist. You lay your head against his chest and watch the crew busy about their routines. Brigs ship is slowly pulling away and you can see the crew still laughing.

"So now are you gonna let me stay out here in the future when bad guys are about?" you ask lightly.

"What makes ye think yer still gonna be aroun' fer that?" Jack asks.

You gasp in mock surprise, "You mean you're going to get rid of me? I might as well just flag Brigs down and go with him it that's your attitude."

"Sure luv, ye can be his new wife an' I can soil ye."

"Not sure how to take that... sounds a bit repulsive."

Jack laughs and squeezes you before letting go, "Go lay down, Gibbs'll bring ye a fresh cloth."

Thinking that it's a good idea, you nod your head in acceptance. Before you go, Jack leans down and lightly kisses across your bruised flesh. So light that you barely feel it, except for the tickling of hair. He ends with one soft kiss on your cracked lip and than lightly pushes you away from him towards the steps.

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You're slowly brought awake by the sound of laughter and someone repeatedly shouting, "Don‘ let it fall!" You stretch your arms out to your sides, but find that your legs are tangled in blankets. 'I don't ever remember covering myself. Don't remember falling asleep either,' you think as you almost fall off the bed trying to detangle your legs. Slowly everything that happened comes seeping through your sleep fogged mind. You wince at the feeling of a fist slam against your cheek, smile at the memory of crushing Brigs’ possible dreams of procreation, and become giddy with the recollection of Jack's tenderness towards you afterwards.

After your little talk with Jack, you went to lay down. You were soon followed by Gibbs with a bowel of warm water, a clean cloth, and some bread. You don't recall falling asleep and you wonder how long you've been out. Standing up from the bed, you stretch your arms up as high as they allow and feel your spine pop in a current of warmth.

"Where's Jack?" you mutter to yourself. You start to make your way towards the door but stop at the purpled image in the mirror. Your bottom lip doesn't look too bad, you've suffered through worse than a split lip. Your bruised cheek seemed to have blossomed during your sleep and now it's a deep purple. 'I look like a battered wife,' you think.

"Fuck it," you say to your image and walk away. You throw open the doors to be met with blinding sunlight. Through this little adventure, you've completely lost all track of time and have no idea what time it could be. 'I don't even know what day it is.' After the sunlight, the first thing you notice is the lack of crew. There's no one in your direct line of sight, which is highly unusual. You step further out and realize that the ship is now docked. No one is on board as far as you can tell. You walk over to the railing at your left and stare out.

"Why do I recognize this place?" you whisper. You rack your brain and try to remember where you've seen these docks before. There are ships anchored farther out and smaller boats are scattered all around with men frantically rowing. People are everywhere, the place is absolutely alive. Smoke is rising from some buildings with palm trees littered all about.

You glance up at the wheel thinking that maybe Jack's there and he's just waiting for you to notice him. You're disappointed at the lack of Jack. 'Heh, lack of Jack,' you laugh at your simple rhyme. When you look back to the docks, you recognize a black podium and it immediately clicks as to where you are. Two quills are standing proudly on top just as you remembered.

"Port Royal," you proclaim, rather proud of yourself for remembering. "Why are we at Port Royal? Please, oh please, let it be that Jack has decided to return to his original dream of being a Commodore," you plead excitedly.

'Well at least I know where I am,' you think. 'Now....choice is....do I stay and wait for Jack like a good girl? He'd be very pleased and I may get a cookie. Or do I get off The Pearl and look around? Which he would most undoubtedly be very angry with...but would be much more fun for me than a cookie could ever be.'

The choice is obvious as you find where the gangplank was lowered and stroll off the ship. Your feet hit the wood docks with a resounding 'thud' and you slowly walk towards the shore, weaving your way in and out of people. You almost don’t notice the stares, but most of the people are too busy to bother staring for long. ‘I’m probably going to have to get some period clothes if I wanna fit in a bit better,’ you think to yourself while flipping off an especially rude man who ‘accidentally’ brushed up against you.

‘Now where to find Jack,’ you think, ‘Where do you find rum?’ You pause in your walk to scratch a goat behind its ear.

“Excuse me Miss.”

You jump slightly at the tap on your shoulder and turn to face a member of the Majesty’s Royal Navy. ‘Oh crap,’ you think nervously.

“Oh thank heavens, I’m so lost! I didn’t know who to ask for help, I‘ve lost my father. I‘m sure he went to a tavern, but I don‘t know where to find one…” you stutter out wildly with eyes wide.

Before the man can speak, you continue with your spiel, “My mother is ill and sent me to go find him. She has…small pox. We’re just passing by, I don’t know this land. Can you please tell me where to find a tavern?”

He seems to be weighing your story and than looks you up and down with a confused expression.

“From very…very…far away,” you add, hoping he’ll stop assessing your wardrobe.

The seconds crawl by before he answers with a comforting smile, “Of course Miss.”

He gives you directions to the nearest tavern and you thank him quickly before walking away. “My mother’s ill…” you quietly mock under your breath, “What a wanker.”

After five minutes or so, you find the stone tavern and dodge some drunks to get through the door. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the darkened room but once they do, you see a tavern that is much like the one in Tortuga where you first met Jack. The humor isn’t lost on you. You can’t see through the crowd well enough to look for Jack, so you head straight for the bar knowing that Jack would have visited it first if he was here.

Slamming your shoulders against bodies to get through, you ignore the yells and catcalls.

“Hey!” you shout to get the bartender’s attention. He turns your way with a glass in hand ready to fulfill your request.

“What’ll ye be havin’?” he questions. ‘Much nicer than the last one,’ you think.

“Nothing, but do you know if Jack Sparrow has been in here?” you yell over the overpowering noise.

His eyebrows lift in recognition, but than drop immediately, “Who’s askin’?”

“His wife, and just cause he‘s a god damn pirate does not mean he can further ignore his kids! Is he here or not?”

The man almost chokes on his own saliva and points back towards the farthest corner of the tavern. You smile sweetly and thank him. You take a few steps and than spin back around. The man is still staring at you.

“Actually, can I get some rum?”

After you convince the man that Jack wouldn’t mind if the price was put on his tab, you walk away with a mug filled to the brim. It takes some time to carefully maneuver your way through the mass of bodies without losing half the rum, but you finally make it to the back corner where the man had pointed. There are a few tables and your eyes rest on a certain dark head. There‘s at least ten of his crew sitting around him, including Gibbs, as well as some other pirates you don‘t recognize. ‘It’s actually sad that I was right and he’s here,’ you think.

You frown immediately when a woman struts up to him and runs her hand across the back of his neck. She leans down, which causes her to almost spill out of her dress, to whisper something in his ear which makes him laugh slightly before he points to Gibbs. She smiles and slides over to Gibbs to settle herself down on his lap.

You walk up behind Jack before any other willing women, and a few of the men take notice of you. Before Jack turns, you slam the mug down on the table in front of him, causing rum to slosh out of the sides. His head whips around, causing braids to fly, and smiles broadly at the sight of you.

“Nymph!” he shouts as he reaches an arm out to wrap around your waist and pulls you roughly down on his lap. Slightly startled at his actions, you try and stand up only to be held down. The men around the table are smirking like they know your inner most secrets and you immediately bristle in annoyance.

“Jack, you’re not very comfortable,” you mutter as you still try to slide off his lap and onto the chair just recently vacated.

“Liar,” he whispers in your ear, causing a shiver to spread out beneath your skin.

“Maybe so, but I’m sitting in the chair,” you assert as you finally free yourself of his grip and get yourself onto the chair. You roll your eyes as he pulls the chair flush up against his and drapes his arm across your shoulders. You almost say something before you see his eyes flash a warning to a pirate leaning up against the wall. ‘He’s being protective, I can take that,’ you think to yourself.

Jack grabs the mug you slammed down in front of him and takes a long drink. He offers you some and you shake your head. The men around the table have gotten back into their conversation, although you can’t understand a word of what they’re talking about. Mostly you gather it’s just about loot and who’s pillaged the most. ‘Thrilling topic of discussion,’ you think sarcastically. You expected Jack to be upset with you for leaving The Pearl, but he hasn’t shown any sign of it. ‘I guess he probably would have woken me up if he didn’t want me wandering around,’ you conclude.

“What ‘appened to yer face dearie?” the woman who slid up on Jack suddenly asks you.

You glance at Jack expecting a reaction, but his face didn‘t change. ’I expected at least a hint of something,’ you think.

“I got in a fight with a ferret,” you answer plainly. She sneers at your answer and returns to nuzzling Gibbs’ neck.

“Cap’n, ye gonna finish yer story?” a pirate with a deep scar running from his left eye to his right ear asks harshly.

“If ye insist,” Jack responds with false modesty. You settle into his side and listen to him tell the table about a previous adventure he had regarding a barrel and two coconuts. While toying with a small hole you discovered in his shirt, you find yourself forgetting about everything and genuinely enjoying the company. Even all the drunk pirates are starting to be seen in a softer light. Gibbs isn’t glaring at you and the wench on his lap isn’t even bothering you. And the sporadic movements of Jack’s hands in the air cause you to feel a sense of belonging.

You don’t notice when Jack finishes his story and if he asked you later, you know you wouldn’t be able to recall the details or the ending. Jack’s fingers are pulling softly on your earrings and you wonder if he realizes what he’s doing.

‘Getting bored now,’ you think. The conversation is less than stimulating and you straighten your back to glance around. ‘Looks unchanged,’ you marvel. You could probably be sitting there for two days and it would look unchanged. Maybe some new faces, nothing else.

Turning back to Jack, you ask, “So what are we doing here anyway?”

Jack sends an obvious look your way and roles his eyes up, “Rum.”

“In Port Royal you prat.”

“Unfinished matters ta attend,” he whispers cryptically.

You brush your lips against his ear and whisper, “Decided to be a Commodore after all?”

“Aye, but would ye still respect me in the mornin’?” he asks with a grin.

"Could I be the one to tell Norrington?”

“Tha’s jus askin’ too much now luv.”

You sigh heavily in disappointment. “Well how long are we gonna stay here?”

“Till we leave.”

“You’re a pain in my ass Jack,” you tell him.

“Hmmm…..” Jack leans back to look down at your butt and asks, “The entire er jus’ one side?”

“The entire. Except one small portion on the right.”

“That’ll ‘ave ta be remedied,” Jack replies suggestively.

You don’t respond, but instead lean away from him to rest your elbows on the dirty table. You half listen to the conversation, but are really concentrated on the feeling of Jack’s hand rubbing slow circles across your lower back. He’s slipped his hand underneath your shirt and the feeling of his hand on your bare skin is taking all your concentration. You can barely keep yourself from fidgeting.

You lost track of time and suddenly Jack stands up and announces that he’s retiring for the night. You stand up beside him automatically and wait for him to finish his goodbyes. Minutes later, he replaces his hand on your lower back and directs you towards the exit doors. You start through the doors, but he redirects you to the left towards a staircase that you hadn’t even noticed.

“Where’re we going?” you ask. Jack doesn’t answer and leads you up the stairs. You see that’s it’s a hallway with four doors evenly spaced on each side. ‘Tavern and an Inn, how convenient. Get drunk, go upstairs and pass out. Can’t make it upstairs, pass out on the stairs,’ you think to yourself.

Jack stops at the last door on the right and swings the door open. You walk in and look around. There’s a small window straight ahead and you see that it’s not exactly night yet, but it’s looking like it’ll approach fairly soon. Below the window is a fairly large bed, a little bit larger than a regular full sized bed. The rest of the room is bare except for a small dresser to the right of the door. ‘No bathroom, that’s just great. I’ll never get used to peeing in a pot.’

Jack shuts and locks the door before he starts kicking his boots off and flicking them in different directions. You suddenly feel uncomfortable being in a bedroom with a disrobing Jack. ‘Not the first time,’ you think. ‘Get over it, it doesn’t mean he’s gonna mount you. He’s just taking his boots off. Not that mounting would be bad. But I’m not a horse.’ Your thoughts are cut off when he flings his hat towards you and it barely misses your head. You can’t help but laugh. The sight of Jack taking things off is really entertaining.

“So Jack,” you begin as you step over to the bed and bounce down, “I’m gonna need some clothes to fit in better around here.”

“Thought o’ that luv, top drawer,” he says and from your look of astonishment, he adds, “I didn’ spend all tha’ time drinkin’ rum.”

You hurry over to the drawer and slide it open. Inside are two dresses, not too fancy but you can already tell that you will be spilling out of the top, and a few set of undergarments. ‘Crap, now I gotta figure out how to use this shit,’ you think, although happily. You turn back to Jack, “You bought me dresses.”

“I have an eye fer fashion,” Jack responds with a smirk. “Sides, ye get ‘nough looks as it is, ye don’ need at be wearin’ tha’…..thing ta further em,” he says while motioning at the words ‘Sex Pistols’ on your chest.

“I love this shirt. Are you saying you don’t like it? That’s…..a sin Jack. It really is,” you say while shaking your head.

“It’s fine luv, jus’ around’ me.”

“Ahhh I see…getting all overprotective. Jealousy has struck. I understand Jack. It‘s like lightening.”

Instead of the retort you expect, Jack doesn’t say anything and reaches up to hold your face still. His thumb trails across the scab on your lip and he barely touches your bruised cheek.

“Aye.”

You suddenly find yourself leaning forward to place a light kiss across Jack’s mouth. You start to pull away but he quickly moves the hand holding your face to settle on the back of your neck. He pulls you back forward and issues a much deeper kiss than yours. Your lip stings a little from the friction but you feel it’s well worth it. His other hand is underneath your shirt pressing into your back. You grip his shoulders and lean further into his body, reveling in the warmth and safety you feel.

Jack pulls away slightly to rest his forehead against yours, “Are ye stayin’?” His voice is barely a hoarse whisper and you don’t even need to think about your answer. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know that he’s asking a lot more. “Where else would I go?” you ask lightly.

You reach a hand up to smooth your fingers along the hair on his chin and then up across his eyebrows. You lean in again and press your lips against his jaw before stepping back. The sight of him almost has you throwing yourself back in his arms, but you restrain yourself.

Jack smiles widely as if he knows your struggle and feels the need to make it even more difficult.

“Time fer bed than,” he says gleefully while rubbing his hands together.

“You know Jack, just cause of what happened…before Brigs showed up, doesn’t mean you’re getting me naked with you in that bed,” you inform him, he looks far too pleased with the current situation.

“O’ course luv. The whole affair worked out fer the better,” Jack replies while lazily swinging his hands.

“What do you mean?”

“If we hadn’ been so rudely interrupted, we would ‘ave experienced great pleasure, an’ I wouldn’ even have known yer name. Which is somethin‘ I think I’d like ta know. Moanin ‘luv’ can get repetitive.”

You’re slightly surprised at his answer. You had completely forgotten that he didn’t know your name. ‘Wow he’s right, that would have been pathetic,’ you think to yourself sadly.

You lean forward, making sure your body doesn’t touch him, and barely brush your lips against his ear while you whisper your name. He turns his head and takes your mouth with his in a forceful kiss. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses you tight against his body. Everything seems to move fast and achingly slow at the same time. Jack pulls his mouth away slightly to mutter, “I expect ye ta be moanin ‘Cap’n Jack. Savvy?”

Your body shakes with uncontrollable laughter.

“Not Captain Sparrow?” you laugh.

“They’re interchangeable.”

THE END


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AN: Thank you to everyone who has been reading! I can't say for sure that I won't decide to write a sequel in the future, but right now I'm not planning on it. Thank you again to everyone, especially those of you who reviewed. Thanks!