Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Chapter Author: DesiringPirates
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I'm just borrowing them for my maze.
Summary: Elizabeth misses Jack but how to get back by his side?
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Chapter Fourteen

Elizabeth sat on the windowsill to Achille's surprisingly big office. She
had lit lanterns and candles so she could look around... the reason why the
office was so big was because there was nothing in it. A desk, a chair, and
a bunk. No paintings, like Jack's cabin, no comfortable pillows or tables or
a bookshelf, like Jack's cabin- Achille's was just plain. And cold. So
cold, Elizabeth forgot that she was in the Caribbean. Sighing, she rested
her head on the window and stared out in the ocean.

She was probably miles away from him right now. Elizabeth wondered if he was
looking for her, or he just shrugged his shoulders saying 'No loss' and went
to Tortuga to satisfy his need.

No... don't think like that, Jack's not like that.

Elizabeth had saved his life plenty times, as many times as he saved hers-
this was no different. She just wanted to run into his arms and forget -
forget the harsh words Achille told her, forget the problem, whatever it
might be, and be lost in Jack Sparrow's touch.

Her eyes closed, and she soon found herself entering a dream.

He pulled down her knickers, and threw them to the side. He then laid his
hot, hard body on top of hers and gave her another kiss. Jack rocked against
her sex, making her moan and shudder at the contact. He did it again, just
to be a tease, and Elizabeth nearly cried out in need.

"Jack... please..." she begged, pulling on the front of her dress. "Take it
off..."

"Aww... but I jest finished fastening all those pretty buttons!" Jack joked,
smirking at her.

"Jack... PLEASE..."

"Alright, don't get yer knickers in a twist... well, if ye were wearing
any..."

Jack rubbed his hand along her shoulder and the open part of her dress,
then, with a growl, ripped the dress in half and lowered his head to taste
her. Elizabeth gasped and her fingers immediately tangled them in his hair.

"'Lizabeth... ye taste sweet..."

Elizabeth shivered at Jack's words, and moaned when his mouth took in her
nipple again. Elizabeth's hips jerked up and made contact with the hard
bulge in his breeches... Jack lifted his head and smiled at her.

"Can't wait, can we?"

"Jack please... I want to know how you feel inside."

Jack groaned and shredded his clothes off quickly. He positioned herself
above her, and lowered his lips to hers.

"This may hurt. Let me know."

Elizabeth nodded, and kissed Jack passionately. He pulled away, and snarled.
Elizabeth's desires turned to utter horror when she looked into Jack's
face... it was beastly, he had fangs and his face was contorted into twisted
pleasure. She screamed as he thrust himself hard into her and sunk his
fangs into her neck.

"No... Jack, please don't!" she cried, but it was no use.

Elizabeth's eyes rolled up into the back off her head and she shuddered
under him. He lifted his head and whispered in her ear: "Just like the
others." and began thrusting hard into her.

In a few moments, Elizabeth Swann was dead.

Elizabeth screamed and jolted awake. It was a nightmare, that's all... a
horrible nightmare... Jack was no beast. Elizabeth knew that. He would never
have treated her in such a cruel manner, he would have been careful and
whisper sweet nothings in her ear...

Her stomach lurched, and she felt bile rise in her throat. She fought hard
to not get sick, and succeeded. Just then, Achilled opened the door and
stood in the doorway.

"I heard you scream. Are you alright?"

Elizabeth ignored him and continued to look out the window. She tried to
control her breathing, tried to stop the angry tears rolling down her
cheeks, but wasn't succeeding. Achille stepped up to be near her, and placed
a hand on her shoulder.

"You look like you could use some air. Why don't you go out on deck for
awhile?"

"No, thank you." Elizabeth answered back curtly.

Achille smirked. Elizabeth was going to be difficult.

"Why don't you get a bite to eat?"

"No, thank you."

"A bottle of rum?"

"No. Thank you."

"A tumble in the bedsheets?" Achille joked, and was rewarded with her hand
striking him across his face. "Ah, got a response out of you."

"Your vile."

"I am what I am, Miss Swann." Achille bowed low, as if he was greeting a
queen. "Can't expect anything more."

Elizabeth pushed herself off the windowsill and stormed over to the door.
Achille just watched as she walked, his hungry eyes studying her form. By
God, she is beautiful... Jack picked a good one. He thought, smiling to
himself as Elizabeth fought to open the door. Her little bum shook with her
movements, and Achille couldn't help but stare. She turned on him and stared
daggers. Feisty, too. He noted, when she stomped up to him, her cheeks red
with anger.

"Unlock the door."

Achille just smirked at her, and crossed his arms. "No."

"If you valued your head, you would unlock the door now."

"Gem, when you see the size of my head, you'd think twice."

Elizabeth flushed and opened her mouth in shock. "You... you ... pervert!"

"You suggested it." Achille noted the look on her face, and decided to push
her farther. "Have you ever seen one?"

"I BEG your PARDON?!" Elizabeth yelled, backing away from Achille.

"I said: Have you ever seen one?" He knew it was perverted, but funny in his
own twisted way. "You might like what you see... I could show you..."

"No, THANK you. Let me out." Elizabeth ordered, her back hitting the door.

Achille took the chance and caged her. His arms came to rest right by her
chest, and he grinned down at her. "Are you sure? Might be pleasant..."

"The only 'head' I want to see is Jack's!" Elizabeth stated, her blood hot.
She needed to get out of there, he was going to hurt her, she knew it...

"From what I have heard, it's not that exciting."

"Depends on whose looking at it."

"Ew." Achille shuddered, and took a step back. "I shudder to think about
it." He walked over to the table, and sat down. "And no worries, Gem. I
wasn't going to. Just wanted to see you rattled." He leaned forward, elbows
resting on the table, and placed his head on his hands. "I must say though,
it's exciting."

Elizabeth tried to open the door again, and heard Achille laugh behind her.
"Pull it, Gem. Hard. It tends to get stuck."

Elizabeth's cheeks flushed again at the sexual innuendo, and she pulled
sharp on the door. She was rewarded with the night air. It was a welcome
relief, and she stepped out onto the deck. When Achille didn't call for her
or follow her, she decided that it was alright to walk around.

For a long while, she walked around the lower deck, then the upper deck,
where she met a nice old man, around Gibb's age. He introduced himself as
Fennerty, and told Elizabeth that if she wanted a bite to eat, to go down to
the galley and do so. Before the rats get a hold of the food. Take two stair
cases down and to the left.

Elizabeth marveled at the ship. It was plain, like Achille's office, but it
was big. And red. It gave off a hostile aura, and Elizabeth peeked around
corners before she turned them, afraid something might come at her. Instead,
the corridor was completely empty.

Passing what seemed like the crew's quarters, she came upon an open door.
Low key humming could be heard, and a soft whisper in the night air.

Sounds like two lovers... Elizabeth smiled, and immediately thought of Jack.
Quietly, she tip toed passed the door, hoping that she wouldn't interrupt
them.

"Whose out there?" A gentle, woman's voice sounded, and the door opened
more. "Oh- the new girl!"

Elizabeth looked the woman up and down. Like Jack, Achille didn't mind
having woman on board. The woman was beautiful, for a renegade pirate lass.
She had dark raven hair, piercing gray eyes, and was wearing a loose
shirt... which stopped at bare thighs.

"I'm sorry if I disturbed you... wasn't my intention..."

"Disturb me? No- I was just cleaning!" The woman waved Elizabeth over and
showed her inside the small room.

It was possibly the most comfortable room here, and no doubt the smallest. A
small bunk, built for one, was pushed against one wall, there were two
trunks on the floor. Hand drawn pictures on various pieces of paper were
tacked up on the walls.

"I'm Selene." The raven haired woman said, closing the door and extending a
hand.

Elizabeth took the hand and daintily shook it. "E- Elizabeth. Sparrow.
Elizabeth Sparrow."

"Sparrow?" Selene looked Elizabeth up and down. "You Jack's cousin or
something?"

"You- you know Jack?" Elizabeth asked, wondering if this was one of the
women he ploughed - don't think of that.

"You could say we were... acquaintances, once. A long time ago."

"Oh. Well, I'm a, I'm Jack's wi- wife. Married to him and what not."

"Jack's wife?" Elizabeth nodded. "Huh. Never thought the old fool was
interested in marriage."

"He's not."

Selene looked at Elizabeth again. "Then... why did you say you were
married?"

Elizabeth stuttered, and fought to try to find the right words. "Well, we're
not married..." She frowned at Selene's confused face. "...technically. He
did the service himself, and I took his name..."

Selene nodded her head. "Sounds like Jack." She turned and shoved some
clothes in her open trunk then closed it. "Do you want anything to drink,
Mrs. Sparrow?"

Elizabeth's gut rolled. Mrs. Sparrow... that just sounds weird... I hope
Jack won't be mad at me when he realizes that I used his name. "Yes, thank
you. And please- call me Elizabeth."

Selene looked up and smiled. Jokingly, she said: "Lizzie? I like nick
names."

Elizabeth chuckled, and felt herself relax around Selene. "If you want. I
have no objections."

"Yeah! Then you can call me Sel, if you like. All I have is rum... is that a
problem?"

Elizabeth shook her head. "No- actually, I think I'd prefer a bottle right
now..."

Selene smiled. "So... what did Jack do this time?"

"Excuse me?"

Selene chuckled, and poured some rum in cups. "Jack. What did he do? I mean,
your here, and he's not... words going around that Jack had something
Achille wanted."

Yeah. Me. "I... I don't know, exactly. Jack never mentioned Achille before."
The sinking feeling of despair settled in her gut, and she sniffed. Looking
down into the cup Sel handed her, she began to cry.

"Hey- I'm sorry. That was rude of me. I'm use to talking to goons- I didn't
think I'd say anything to hurt you."

Elizabeth shook her head. "No- no, it's not that. It's - Achille interrupted
my wedding night. I miss Jack. And I just want to go home, I have no idea
why I am here, and Achille is being an ass..."

"Yes, he usually is. But surprisingly, he is a good guy." Selene said,
pushing back a stray strand of Elizabeth's hair. "No matter what first
impression he gives."

Elizabeth just cried, and cried herself to sleep. Selene let her lay there,
on her bunk, as she went to go visit her Captain.

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"Why then -oh- why don't you just let her go?" Selene gasped, and felt
Achille thrust hard up into her. She came in here to talk- but found Achille
so aroused, and she couldn't resist him. Her beast was attracted.

"No more talk. Just move like that again..." Achille was lying on his back,
immensly enjoying the feel of Selene riding him high. She was the only
female on this ship full of werewolves, and Achille held a special...
carnal... power over her.

"But she doesn't belong here... Oh god..." Selene moved up and down on her
captain, attempting to rid him of his lust. But, like her and all other
wolves she knew, their lust could never be slated. "A- Achille, please - I
know you don't like Jack... but maybe you made a mistake...." her beast
shifted inside, and she knew her completion was near.

"No mistake." Achille growled, and rolled her on her back. "She's the gem...
I just have to seduce her." And he thrust, deep and hard, into his crew
mate.

"Nice thing to say no- no- ahh...." Selene growled deep in her throat as her
orgasm racked her body, and felt Achille bury himself to the hilt inside of
her, and finished.

For a while, they just laid next to eachother. No touch, nothing... after
all, they didn't make love. They had sex. Making love was something Selene
did once, only once, and only with one pirate. Selene sat up and stared down
at her Captain. Her feelings, her human feelings, were mixed about this man.
He repulsed her, but at the same time, thrilled her.

"So... that's why you brought her here. To rid yourself of the curse."

"Precisley." Achille stratched behind his ear and kicked his leg a little.
"Then once I am done, Sparrow could have her. I'd have no need."

"But... she doesn't know about our changes. Or Jack's. Maybe we should give
her more time-"

"Oh, god, you like her." Achille groaned.

Selene reddened. "Of course I do. Besides, we don't know everything about
this 'Gem' nonsense. It might just be a ruse. Madam Grellita was none for
spreading lies."

"Youre just saying that to get her off the ship. Not working."

Selene sighed, and swung her legs over the side of his bed. "Jack's gonna
kill you, you know."

"Why you say that?"

Selene scoffed, and looked at Achille. "You took his wife! As in, the person
he has feelings for, possibly love? I don't think he's going to take that
sitting down."

"Wife?" Achille raised an eyebrow, and thought about that.

"Yes, wife. Why? You think she was nothing to him?"

Achille stared up at the cieling. "She never said anything about marriage."

"Well, you scared her half to death. You never gave her the chance."

Interesting... very interesting...