Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Rated: R
Chapter Author: DesiringPirates
Disclaimer: If I owned Jack Sparrow, William Turner and Elizabeth Swann, I'd
be too busy in a foursome right now. And I am not joking. But, sadly, they
belong to the mouse... and that's just gross to think about.
Summary: GASP! Elizabeth is kidnapped!

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Chapter Twelve

Oh yes... please...

Elizabeth thought in her hazy pleasure as Jack ran his ring clad hand up her
leg. The metal of his rings were cool against her hot thigh, making her jump
a little and have goosebumps appear on her arms.

Please, God, don't let this be a dream...

Jack had claimed her mouth again, before he pulled away to secure both of
his hands on her knickers. With a hungry glint in his eyes, he caught
Elizabeth's excited ones and made her shiver with intense desire. Slowly, as
if he wanted to savor it, he began to pull down her under garment, when all
Elizabeth wanted him to do was use those claw - like nails of his and shred
her clothing off. She felt hot all of the sudden, more heat then she ever
felt before, and heard Jack growl a little. She closed her eyes, enjoying
the sounds he was making, hearing her own heart beat fast and loud.

Just when Jack was about to expose her, a knock sounded on the door. Her
eyes snapped open as she looked down at Jack.

No! Not now!

"JACK! Where are ye, Jack!" Gibbs panicked voice sounded outside the door.

Elizabeth moaned in disappointment as Jack grimaced and barked at the door:
"DAMN AND BLAST what is it, man?!"

Gibbs voice came again, from outside the cabin door, "Ahh sorry captain, but
you need to come now. You need to see this." Elizabeth immediately heard the
fear in his voice, and wondered what was going on.
"Are you sure it can't wait lad?" Jack called back.
"I'm sorry Jack, you know I wouldn't disturb you while you're with Miss Swan
if it wasn't important."
Yeah, important. What's more important than this? Elizabeth thought, wanting
to feel Jack run his hand up her thigh again.
Elizabeth looked shocked at Jack and he looked sheepishly back. "I should
see to this…savvy?" and he climbed off and headed for the door.
She nodded and her cheeks were still flushed and her eyes wide. "Will…will
you come back?"
Please, don't let this be a passing fancy. He said he loved me... please,
let it be true.
As if answering her question, Jack turned around and gasped at the sight she
was probably making. She felt her dress slip off one of her shoulders, and
knew her hair was rustled. Her lips felt swollen, and were probably red from
his bruising kisses. Her breath picked up as she watched him take three long
steps and slip his hand behind her neck, in her hair. He crashed his lips
down on hers, and she leaned into it, accepting Jack's hot tongue, sucking
on it and violating his mouth with her own. Before she had a chance to take
hold on his shoulders, he pulled away and stared down at her. His face was
nothing but serious.
"Peapod, 1000 ships couldn't keep me from your bunk tonight."
Elizabeth smiled, and watched Jack as he walked away from her, opening the
door and barking at Gibbs. When she couldn't hear his voice anymore, she
leaned back and let out a giant sigh. In a matter of... minutes, probably,
she was going to lose her maidenhead to Jack.
Jack Sparrow.
CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow.
And she loved the thought. Her ears still echoed "I love ye, Elizabeth
Swann." and she smiled wider at that.
Then a thought occurred to her- he said he loved her, she was willing to give
her maidenhead to him, but she had not yet told her how she felt. Honestly,
she didn't know how she felt. She certainly knew that she felt...
something... for him, she knew that she was attracted to him... but could
attraction be love?
Elizabeth sat up, and took a deep breath. She had about ten minutes to sort
out her emotions, and a panicked feeling rose up in her.
Breathe... Elizabeth ordered herself, and remembered what he mother told her
when she was a young girl. "When you're in love, you'll know it. I saw your
father, the bumbling aide, trip and fall to the ground on his way over to
escort me to the Governor's ball. When he fell face first in a mud puddle, I
could not help but laugh and help him clean up. Then he kissed me, and I
knew... I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this man. All
I had to do was close my eyes, and listen to my heart.
Close your eyes, Elizabeth. Who do you see?"
Elizabeth bit her lip, and sighed as she closed her eyes. Images of her
pirate flashed in her mind. Jack scowling, Jack laughing, Jack tripping over
some stray rope on deck, only to pick himself up and laugh at himself along
with the crew, in good fun. Jack smiling at her, that special glint in his
eyes as he looked at her, making her feel like the most beautiful woman in
the Caribbean- nay, the whole world.
With confidence, she smiled and whispered to herself, to hear it before she
had the guts to say it to him:
"I love you, Jack."
A crash snapped her out of her revelry, and she screamed bloody murder when
she saw a beast, similar to the one she saw before (only this beast's fur
was red), advance towards her. The beast stood on it's hind legs and raised
it's paw. Elizabeth opened her mouth to scream again, but was silenced when
the beast swung it's mighty paw and knocked her unconscious. With little
effort, the beast threw her over it's shoulder and jumped back up through
the hole, hearing her dress rip in the process, but that didn't stop the
animal.
Achille watched as the beast carefully dropped the beautiful Miss Swann in
the longboat he had waiting. Luckily for them, they had the dark cover of
night. With a chuckle, he dropped down in the hole and placed a letter on
the bed. He locked the door, just to play with Jack's head. Then he stood
underneath the hole and dropped a fine gold chain, with the letter A on the
locket. As quick as he came, he left by jumping through the hole and made
his way down into the long boat.
He wanted Jack on his ship. He belonged on his ship... but now, his sights
changed from having Jack on his ship to be first mate to having Miss
Elizabeth Swann, naked, lying across his bed. He would wait- play the
seduction game, make sure she is willing to lose her virginity to him, so he
could make her his gem.
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It was hours later when Elizabeth awoke in a strange cabin. The air was
thick and heavy with the smell of incense, making it seem hot and sticky at
the same time.
"Hello, amour." a rich, French accent filled Elizabeth's ears.
Her stomach immediately churned, and she fought the urge to throw up. She
scanned the dark cabin, and found a shadowed figure sitting in a chair. The
chair, she could tell, was facing her, and Elizabeth grabbed the only
lighted candle and moved it so she could see her captor's face. Elizabeth
already knew who it was, and was disgusted at the fact that this man watched
her while she slept. She felt a little violated.
"You wretched man."
"Oh, come on now, I was sure Sparrow would have taught you new swear words
by now." Achille smiled, his white teeth glinting in the light. "After all,
his scent is all over you, virgin."
Elizabeth studied the vile man for a quick fifteen seconds. His blond hair
was pulled back and tied off in a black ribbon. His cold, blue eyes stared
at her, as if trying to cut to her soul.
"Why am I here?" she asked.
"Simple. Because I want you here, Gem. I believe that there is more to you
then you put on."
Elizabeth felt the blood rush to her ears, her anger so hot that it burned
the back of her neck.
"Ah... you smell sweet when your flustered."
"Stop smelling me. It's disturbing." Elizabeth snapped, wondering how and
where he got such good smell senses... Jack was the same way. "Let me go. I
want to go home."
"Home?" Achille laughed, a bark much like Jack's, but seeming much more
dangerous. "Where is home for you, Gem?"
Elizabeth raised her chin in defiance. "Anywhere Jack is."
"Aw, that's sweet." Achille gagged. "Your in love. We'll change that. He has
yet to claim you... to call you his own..."
"Well, he was about to, and you interrupted!" Elizabeth argued heatedly, not
ashamed at what she was saying.
"I'm glad." Achille stood up, and Elizabeth marveled at his height. "I
saved you."
"Saved me? You didn't save me." Elizabeth hissed, standing up. She swayed a
little on her feet but steadied herself. "If anything, you put yourself in
danger, you fool. When Jack comes to rescue me, he'll tear you limb from
limb! He's a be-"
"He's a pirate. Your just a wench to him. A quick twenty - or, knowing Jack-
ten minute fix for a hunger he can't satisfy." Achille interrupted, his
voice like ice.
Those words cut through Elizabeth like a knife. What if it was true? Jack
was a pirate, a master of words and deceiving people... what if he was just
trying to seduce her so he could say: 'I bedded Elizabeth Swann!' ?
"I don't believe you."
"You don't?" Achille chuckled. "Pity. He told you he loved you, I presume?"
Elizabeth didn't say anything. She just stared at him as he began to circle
her. He stopped right behind her and placed his mouth near her ear, his
pointy chin almost resting on her shoulder. She shuddered in disgust.
"Do you know how many woman he said that to, Miss Swann? How many woman he
led to believe him? How many woman he lured to bed, only to take their
dignity and leave them after he is done with them? Have you ever thought to
how many woman screamed Jack Sparrow's name in pleasure, only to be cheated
and scorned when he moved on to the next whore?" Achille took a step back,
to observe the lost look Elizabeth had on her face. She looked like she
would break down in tears. He smiled. "You're not a whore, Elizabeth. Don't
let him treat you like one." His hungry eyes raked the backside of her body.
"You're lying." her voice trembled.
"Oh, am I? Why don't you ask woman in Singapore? Tortuga? Hong Kong- even
England, Gem." Achille frowned, and pushed past her on his way to the door.
"Oh, bad Jack, to lead you on... like all the others. You know - " he
turned and faced her, standing at the doorway. "If he never took you onto
his ship, I never would've found out about you, and you wouldn't be here
now, hearing all this horrible..." he gave her a crooked grin. "...truth.
Who to blame for that?"
Again, Elizabeth didn't speak. Achille sighed, and nodded in her direction.
"Stay here, Gem. I'll be back."
"Stop! Stop calling me that!" Elizabeth screamed out, emotion leaking out of
her eyes.
"Calling you what? Gem? That's what you are, Elizabeth. Surely Jack told you
about the gem." Elizabeth's lost look confirmed his suspicions. "Oh... he
didn't tell you, I take? He's been a really bad boy, then. To lead you in
such danger while keeping such a secret. You almost gave yourself to him...
I am amazed he didn't tell you."
With a chuckle, Achille opened the door to leave Elizabeth. When he was out
of the room and closed the door, Elizabeth dropped to her knees and allowed
all her emotions to come out. Sadness, for being taken away from the one she
loved. Anger, for the way she allowed Achille to talk to her in such a way.
Hopeless, for it had been hours probably and Jack still had not come to save
her. Confusion, because she had no idea what was really going on.
What did Jack refuse to tell her, that led her to such danger, as Achille
said?
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Will flipped through the pages of the book Jack wanted so bad he braved the
noose. It was strange, it had all these passages explaining different types
of gems and jewels that did different things for different reasons. Will
found the book fascinating, reading a few of the pages while waiting for
Jack to wake up. Will hadn't realized he hit Jack so hard... it must have
been the new strength Jack told him he'd get when the beast moved in...
...the beast...
Will frowned, and locked his jaw. That was something he would ever forgive
Jack for. He changed his life completely. And all Will was trying to do was
save the woman he loved... how dare he get such a reward for doing the right
thing?
Will looked over at Jack's bed, where the pirate was laying, passed out. A
sudden urge to pounce on him and rip his throat out with his teeth, to taste
his blood, washed over him. Will moved in his seat a little, but luckily,
forced himself to calm down by turning his attention to the book in his
hands. He angrily ripped through a couple of pages, before stopping when he
saw the word 'Garou'.
Garou? That's what I am now... werewolf...
Interested, Will read the little passage on something called 'The Gem of
Garou'.
Garou, also known as lycanthrope and means simply, 'wolf - man', is an
interesting species indeed. Half man, half beast. Both dangerous and
beautiful at the same time, the 'werewolf' has a normal human form during
the day, but at least two nights a month, turns into a mindless,
blood-lusting beast. Some are affectionate towards their family, and the one
they truly love, while others are vicious and are prone to rip anything
alive to shreds if it so much crosses it's path.
As interesting as the creature is, the 'Gem of Garou' is much more
interesting, because it is in fact, not a gem or jewel at all. It is what
the man loves dearly, and holds close to his heart. Whether it be a person,
another animal, or an inanimate object, the beast is prone to calm down
whenever this 'gem' is around. At the same time, the 'gem' has to be willing
to love the beast in return, for if it does not, then the beast will remain
as that: a beast. Some cases even go as far as to say that the beast leaves
the body completely, leaving the man and his 'gem' alone for as long as the
'gem' is around. This is highly remarkable, because since no one is quite
sure if werewolves indeed exist, whose to say that the 'Gem of Garou' exists
also?
Remember, 'werewolves' are people too, and need to be loved as much as the
people whose body is being inhabited by the beast do.
Will read this passage twice, and his thoughts whirled.
This is what Jack was looking for- a gem! But... he doesn't know that the
gem could be any... Will gasped and looked over at Jack, who was starting to
groan. Elizabeth, isn't it? It's Elizabeth. Will frowned, thinking of his
former love. Will knew, by the looks that they give each other, by the way
they seemed so comfortable around each other, that it was possible... yes,
possible...
Jack Sparrow was in love. And he didn't know that he had... he had already
found his gem. But did Elizabeth feel the same way? She must, for she stayed
around him.
Will saw something out of the corner and looked over, and saw that Jack was
sitting up and blinking his eyes into focus.
"William?" Jack groaned. "What... what happened?"
Will bit his lip, and holding onto the book, went to sit next to Jack to
explain everything.