Black Raven

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of their creations. All OC's are copyrighted by me.

N/A : From this point onwards all chapters have been recently written from scratch. So this will be the first time that others have laid eyes on them.

-Chapter Eighteen-

“Isabelle, your name is actually Isabelle.” Jack just couldn't help but remark as he and Raven left the captains cabin upon the Lady Fair. He could practically see the scowl upon the womans face even though she wasn't even looking at him. “I wouldn't 'ave put you down as 'aving such a ......... cute name shall we say. Cause lets face it Luv, you're not that type of girl.”

Raven shot a look backwards and Jack, her expression true to what he had thought.

“Laugh it up Sparrow, and not one further word. Actually don't you even bring it up again. I'm Raven through and through. Only my da' gets away with callin' me tha'.”

Jack held back a laugh, she really was defensive about this. Still he didn't want to get her worked up, he had already seen what her temper was like up close and personal.

“So who's this Andrews Lass?” he questioned her, using it as an opportune moment to pull away from the subject of her name. Though now he knew the truth he was somewhat interested of where 'Raven' came from in the first place.

“Andrews?”

“Your father mentioned that you know 'im.” He watched as a faint smile appeared over her lips. The movement made him shiver slighty as he remember what those lips were capable of.

“'e's been part of me da's crew for maybe seven years now. 'elps the cook, so he's a perfect replacement for my little mishap.”

“Little mishap? Is tha' wha' we're callin' murder now?” He couldn't help but frown, that was a quick way for him to set his mind back on track.

Raven went silent for now, managing not to rise up to what she saw as a bait.

Instead she made her way back towards the huddle of pirates as they conversed with Gibbs' who had remained on board. The elder male looked over and gave a nod of acknowledgement at the approaching captains.

Raven cast her gaze over the group of pirates until her gaze settled on the one that she had been searching for. A smirk went over her lips and Jack watched as she approached a male with sandy hair, with minimal facial hair. From the way that Captain Grainger had spoken he expected the male to be somewhat young, but instead he appeared to be somewhere from his late twenties to early thirties.

“Andrews. Ye got a new assignment upon the Pearl.”

“The Cap's finally lettin' me go? About time too.” The male responded, he was grinning away at Raven, and she was responding back with a much more playful look.

Jack just watched as Raven walked past him with Andrews following her. A puppy following it's master was something that sprung straight into his mind, but he didn't understand where the thought was coming from.

“Captain?”

Gibbs voice knocked Jack out of his thoughts, making him look at his first mate.

“Aye?”

“Best we be getting' back to the Pearl before we outstay our welcome.”

“Aye...”

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Jack stood by the helm a while after getting back from the Lady Fair, the other ship now just a dot on the horizon. Since their return to the ship there had been a somewhat odd atmosphere. He had attempted a couple of times to speak with Raven, but it was as though she was ignoring him.

He really needed to know whether the events that occurred between them were going to cause any sort of troubles between them. Not that he saw a reason why it should. They were both used to a life at sea, and knew how pleasurable the sin of the flesh was, so it was case of getting it when you could. It was also clear that she had had plenty of partners on her time on and off ship.

Currently he was watching her as she walked along the deck, Andrews keeping her company. For someone that had been taken on to replace the deceased cook he hadn't spent much time in the galley itself.

“Andrews! Return to your duty!” He barked out.

He felt a bit of satisfaction as he saw Raven shoot an annoyed glance in his direction. Andrews though didn't hang about and headed off towards the direction of the galley.

“Captain Sparrow sir?”

The timid voice of Robert came from behind Jack, making him turn round, giving his attention upon the boy. He could use it to take his mind off what was plaguing him about Raven.

“Aye Lad?”

“Would you still like me to assist the cook?”

Jack pondered that question for a moment, then gave a shake of his head.

“Nay Lad. How would you like to assist me for a change?”

“Really?” The boy looked a little startled.

“Aye. Hows about you go into me cabin, and sort through my rum bottles.” He told the boy, giving him a gold filled smile.

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Down below deck Raven had shortly followed Andrews down into the galley. Even though she was on anothers ship she didn't like seeing someone that was technically a part of her crew being bossed about by someone other than her.

“Remember tha' once I've got me ship back, you'll be part of my crew.” She told the sandy haired male, while she watched him sort out what was to be that evenings meal.

“As if I would wan' to forget a thin' like tha'.” Andrews answered with a smirk.

Drawing her gaze away from Andrews, Raven's attention ended up on a stain on the ground next to one of the tables. She knew that the stain was a left over reminder of where she had accidentally killed Branigan.

She felt no loss for the man, in fact it was amazing that he had lived as long as he had after what he had done to her. Her mind did however drift to the events between her and Jack afterwards, from the violent outburst towards him, to the moment that their naked bodies had been pressing up against the other.

It had been a long time since she had been that close without doing the deed, and a flare of heat went through her body. Not so much as a reaction to the thought of having been so close to have being with Jack, just reacting to the deed itself.

“You even listenin' to me Belle?”

Andrews voice brought her back to the now, except that a warmth within her loins remained.

“'ow many times do I 'ave to tell ye not to call me that.” She spoke shooting the male an unpleased look.

“Ye used to like me callin' you tha'.” The male pointed out.

Andrews moved from where he was standing, leaving the various vegetables left half chopped, and made his way over to where Raven stood. As soon as he got close enough to her he was using a hand to raise her chin up so she would look him in the eyes.

“Don't...”

“Ye know tha' you're blushin' right? There be only one time when you get tha' way.” He smirked down at her, then drawing closer he closed what gap there had been between them. His mouth going straight upon hers.

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