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Of Doves and Sparrows: Ch.1
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,447
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Currently Reading:
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Jack exposed
Molly sat beside the bed, wiping Jack’s feverish face with a damp cloth, waiting for him to wake up and wondering if she was still as red in the face as she felt.
“There was no help for it.” She told herself. “Someone had to get the poor man out of those wet clothes and I couldn’t find anyone else to do it for me.” Admittedly she hadn’t looked to hard for assistance. Also it couldn’t be denied that his body had been well worth looking at being deeply tanned and slender, almost too frail-looking for a pirate. He bore his share of scars; wip lashes, brandings and healed wounds. Molly could barely stop herself from tracing each one gently, mourning the damaged flesh and wondering where they had all come from. His wrists were chafed and bruised as if he had been in irons a long time. These and the pirate’s other injuries cast a shadow over what was otherwise a quite pleasant experience for her.
Molly had never seen a naked man before but from what she could remember overhearing conversations of the less innocent girls who frequented The Crow’s Nest, she considered herself lucky in her first encounter. She had heard their disparaging comments about “manhoods” that could be likened to “minnows” and “tiddlers.” And Jack’s while not exactly “standing at attention” (another term she’d heard them use) was certainly no tiddler or minnow.
In any case, Molly had managed to get him dry and warmly dressed in a flannel nightshirt. It was an old one of her fathers that had gotten left out in the rain and shrank a good deal.
Jack groaned softly and opened his eyes, sitting up a little. “Hallo, Luv... and just what am I doing here, then?”
“Well you...” Molly blushed a little, not wanting to cause a blow to his ego, “passed out on the floor...”
“I can’t say I’m surprised, luv.” Jack groaned again. “I feel like something the tide brought in.” He coughed and shivered, apparently still cold.
“You did say something about a ship,” Molly said, draping a shawl around his shoulders and rubbing his arm.
He shook his head. “Ship... no. I must have been delirious, luv... My crew mutinied, chained me below deck... fed me enough so I might live and then after what seemed an eternity, tied a blindfold round my eyes, brought me up on deck and pushed me off the plank into the coldest water I could have imagined. Somehow... God knows how, I got the blindfold off, swam to shore, wrapped myself in some rags I found near a stable... don’t know if it was a stable... smelled like one, lay down next to its comparative warmth and just waited, fully expecting to die.”
“What happened?”
He smiled softly. “Strange to say, luv but getting sick maybe saved me. The fever made me funny in the head. I forgot the true gravity of my troubles which gave me the will to get up, beg a few coins and come into your pub.” His explanation finished, Jack fell into a fit of coughing. Molly winced at a disturbing rattling sound behind the hacking and wheezing. She thought of her herb collection in the kitchen, mentally scanning the shelves and remembered she had licorice root among them.
“Shhh....” She said softly adjusting the pillows so he could lay back at a comfortable angle. “I’m glad you did. Rest awhile and I’ll make you some tea.”
“Thank you, luv...” He mumbled softly and closed his eyes.
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“A nd I really am... glad he’s here, I mean,” Molly said to herself as she set the kettle on to boil and got down her jar of dried licorice root. “Though I hope I can get him well before father comes back. I shall have quite a time explaining the house guest to him otherwise.”
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“There was no help for it.” She told herself. “Someone had to get the poor man out of those wet clothes and I couldn’t find anyone else to do it for me.” Admittedly she hadn’t looked to hard for assistance. Also it couldn’t be denied that his body had been well worth looking at being deeply tanned and slender, almost too frail-looking for a pirate. He bore his share of scars; wip lashes, brandings and healed wounds. Molly could barely stop herself from tracing each one gently, mourning the damaged flesh and wondering where they had all come from. His wrists were chafed and bruised as if he had been in irons a long time. These and the pirate’s other injuries cast a shadow over what was otherwise a quite pleasant experience for her.
Molly had never seen a naked man before but from what she could remember overhearing conversations of the less innocent girls who frequented The Crow’s Nest, she considered herself lucky in her first encounter. She had heard their disparaging comments about “manhoods” that could be likened to “minnows” and “tiddlers.” And Jack’s while not exactly “standing at attention” (another term she’d heard them use) was certainly no tiddler or minnow.
In any case, Molly had managed to get him dry and warmly dressed in a flannel nightshirt. It was an old one of her fathers that had gotten left out in the rain and shrank a good deal.
Jack groaned softly and opened his eyes, sitting up a little. “Hallo, Luv... and just what am I doing here, then?”
“Well you...” Molly blushed a little, not wanting to cause a blow to his ego, “passed out on the floor...”
“I can’t say I’m surprised, luv.” Jack groaned again. “I feel like something the tide brought in.” He coughed and shivered, apparently still cold.
“You did say something about a ship,” Molly said, draping a shawl around his shoulders and rubbing his arm.
He shook his head. “Ship... no. I must have been delirious, luv... My crew mutinied, chained me below deck... fed me enough so I might live and then after what seemed an eternity, tied a blindfold round my eyes, brought me up on deck and pushed me off the plank into the coldest water I could have imagined. Somehow... God knows how, I got the blindfold off, swam to shore, wrapped myself in some rags I found near a stable... don’t know if it was a stable... smelled like one, lay down next to its comparative warmth and just waited, fully expecting to die.”
“What happened?”
He smiled softly. “Strange to say, luv but getting sick maybe saved me. The fever made me funny in the head. I forgot the true gravity of my troubles which gave me the will to get up, beg a few coins and come into your pub.” His explanation finished, Jack fell into a fit of coughing. Molly winced at a disturbing rattling sound behind the hacking and wheezing. She thought of her herb collection in the kitchen, mentally scanning the shelves and remembered she had licorice root among them.
“Shhh....” She said softly adjusting the pillows so he could lay back at a comfortable angle. “I’m glad you did. Rest awhile and I’ll make you some tea.”
“Thank you, luv...” He mumbled softly and closed his eyes.
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“A nd I really am... glad he’s here, I mean,” Molly said to herself as she set the kettle on to boil and got down her jar of dried licorice root. “Though I hope I can get him well before father comes back. I shall have quite a time explaining the house guest to him otherwise.”
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