Emma
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Het - Male/Female › Jack/Elizabeth
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,361
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3
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01 Invitation
Chapter One
Invitation
She had been escorted by an androgynous youth in a red velvet coat, with brilliant blue eyes like ice and hair like spider silk. She couldn’t tell if the youth was a very effeminate boy or a very tomboyish girl, but the youth carried an air of authority, a mantle of power, that told Emma that the person was of some powerful disposition.
"Stay in this room,” the youth said. “The Prince will be in shortly."
The tiny blond youth walked out of the room, radiant in rich red velvet and white leather, leaving Emma alone in the huge cabin.
She was on the Black Pearl, a pirate ship. The pirate ship of the prince of all pirates! A ship that was thousands of years old, with black sails….
Why?
Pacing back and forth, arms crossed under her breasts, her mind raced while she waited for the Prince of all pirates.
"Sit down, you're making me tired just watching you," a voice drawled, deep bass rumbling that made her heart melt in her chest. She turned, and saw a handsome man in a white shirt, dark vest-tunic, and leather breeches, with black leather riding boots, inspecting a long, shining sword.
His black hair hung in a wild mane of dreadlocks, and his eyes glittered as he watched her from beneath his long, thick eyelashes. When he saw he had her attention, he sheathed the sword in a glittering, ornate leather scabbard hanging on the wall from a golden chain.
When he caught her watching, he gestured to the sword and murmured, “A gift from my first mate, the woman who brought you here.”
So it was a woman. And this was most definitely a *man.*
"Who are you?" Her voice was soft, and trembled only a little.
"Jack Sparrow, at your service," he announced, bowing in a strangely graceful, yet sprawling fashion. Instinctively, Emma dropped into a curtsy. When he stood, he added, "The prince of the pirates."
For a moment all she does is stare, slack jawed, and then she realizes that she has to say something, anything.
"You’re… rather… young to be the Prince… but… your men seem to respect you," she say hesitantly, taking the chair he offers her. He helps push her in, and his hands brush her bare shoulders, leather gloved fingertips lingering on her skin. One finger traces a delicate line along her throat and caresses her jaw, and she shivers.
"They ought to," he says, sitting down across from her. "I've led them for ten thousand years. Please, eat, my lady."
"Oh, I'm not... not a lady," she mumbles, blushing. She's only a common village girl, after all. She doesn’t want to deceive him.
"On my ship,” he says, chin propped on his fist, “you are my lady. Now, eat."
So she does, wondering how she managed to find herself in the presence of *the* Jack Sparrow, the oldest pirate in existence since his father, the Keeper of the Pirate’s Code, had been killed. Jack Sparrow, castaway of the Flying Dutchman, immortal, madman and prince….
Jack Sparrow…
Invitation
She had been escorted by an androgynous youth in a red velvet coat, with brilliant blue eyes like ice and hair like spider silk. She couldn’t tell if the youth was a very effeminate boy or a very tomboyish girl, but the youth carried an air of authority, a mantle of power, that told Emma that the person was of some powerful disposition.
"Stay in this room,” the youth said. “The Prince will be in shortly."
The tiny blond youth walked out of the room, radiant in rich red velvet and white leather, leaving Emma alone in the huge cabin.
She was on the Black Pearl, a pirate ship. The pirate ship of the prince of all pirates! A ship that was thousands of years old, with black sails….
Why?
Pacing back and forth, arms crossed under her breasts, her mind raced while she waited for the Prince of all pirates.
"Sit down, you're making me tired just watching you," a voice drawled, deep bass rumbling that made her heart melt in her chest. She turned, and saw a handsome man in a white shirt, dark vest-tunic, and leather breeches, with black leather riding boots, inspecting a long, shining sword.
His black hair hung in a wild mane of dreadlocks, and his eyes glittered as he watched her from beneath his long, thick eyelashes. When he saw he had her attention, he sheathed the sword in a glittering, ornate leather scabbard hanging on the wall from a golden chain.
When he caught her watching, he gestured to the sword and murmured, “A gift from my first mate, the woman who brought you here.”
So it was a woman. And this was most definitely a *man.*
"Who are you?" Her voice was soft, and trembled only a little.
"Jack Sparrow, at your service," he announced, bowing in a strangely graceful, yet sprawling fashion. Instinctively, Emma dropped into a curtsy. When he stood, he added, "The prince of the pirates."
For a moment all she does is stare, slack jawed, and then she realizes that she has to say something, anything.
"You’re… rather… young to be the Prince… but… your men seem to respect you," she say hesitantly, taking the chair he offers her. He helps push her in, and his hands brush her bare shoulders, leather gloved fingertips lingering on her skin. One finger traces a delicate line along her throat and caresses her jaw, and she shivers.
"They ought to," he says, sitting down across from her. "I've led them for ten thousand years. Please, eat, my lady."
"Oh, I'm not... not a lady," she mumbles, blushing. She's only a common village girl, after all. She doesn’t want to deceive him.
"On my ship,” he says, chin propped on his fist, “you are my lady. Now, eat."
So she does, wondering how she managed to find herself in the presence of *the* Jack Sparrow, the oldest pirate in existence since his father, the Keeper of the Pirate’s Code, had been killed. Jack Sparrow, castaway of the Flying Dutchman, immortal, madman and prince….
Jack Sparrow…