Revenge

Hey this is chap 2 enjoy :) R&R
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Jack woke up slowly, stretching out his toned body before swinging his feet out of bed. He reached out and scooped up the pair of breeches he had been wearing yesterday and pulled them up over his slim hips. He stumbled out of his warm bed and went over to the window of which the sunlight was pouring in rather painfully.

Shielding his eyes he opened the window, letting in the salty stench of the ocean below. He rubbed his eyes with dirty fingers and made his way back to the rest of his discarded clothing, pulling his boots on slowly. As he slipped the light linen shirt over his head he noticed the gleam of the silver cutlass on his desk and last nights events came back to him quickly. He grinned and picked up the blade to closer examine it.

It was extremely lightweight but perfectly balanced so that when Jack held it with one finger just in front of the guard, the blade did not topple to the ground. The guard was far too small for his broad hand. Jack could only force it to his knuckles preventing him from gripping the sword properly. It was probably made to fit the woman’s hand perfectly. The handle had a small curved L carved into the base.

Holding the blade with his fingers wrapped around the outer curve of the handle instead of through it, Jack examined the fine finish, running a finger up the sharp edge gently. He gave a small gasp when the blade nicked his finger. He dropped it back onto the table and shoved his offended finger in his mouth, sucking at the metallic tasting blood that beaded up from the small cut.

Jack snatched up his coat, hat and pistol before making his way to the door. He pushed it open and stepped out into the harsh sunlight. The crew was rushing about the deck, tidying, cleaning and making The Pearl run as swiftly as Jack needed it too. Jack took his finger out of his mouth and made his way up to the helm ignoring the calls of his crew wishing him a good morning.

Gibbs was still there, though admittedly not paying much attention to his task. He was talking avidly with Pintel and Ragetti, his hand loose on the wheel. Jack walked up to the three and took hold of the helm, turning it sharply to catch Gibbs’ attention. Gibbs turned quickly.

“Oh its you Captain,” he sighed. Jack pushed his hat onto his head and turned to face the three gentlemen.

“Yes. Tell me what is so interesting Mr. Gibbs that you should be involved in a most heated colloquial instead of manning the helm like I asked you to?” Jack asked, rather gruffly. Gibbs looked slightly taken back for a moment.

“Ah well you see Captain we were wondering what you were going to be doing with the woman down in the brig. Frightful bad luck it is to have a woman aboard a ship and what with our luck being not so good at the best of times do you think it would be best it we say…” Gibbs stopped talking and drew his thumb across his neck. Ragetti laughed harshly.

“I see. And you all three of you feel this way?” Jack inquired looking over the three scruffy pirates in front of him. Truth be told he didn’t really care if they thought having a woman on board to be bad luck, but decided to humour them anyway.

“Yes Capt’n so do most of the crew. Most of em’ don’t want a woman abroad, especially one whose been chasing us round for a month now” Pintel replied. Jack turned away from them and consulted his compass for a moment. He snapped it shut and laid both hands on the helm.

“Well we are only a few days from Tortuga, she’ll be no harm from now to then,” Jack said softly. He paused for a moment as an idea came upon him “Besides I would like to know why I have been followed. Tonight send the prisoner up so I can personally interrogate her. Oh and make sure she is wearing something suitable Mr. Gibbs”

“Suitable sir?” Gibbs asked, scratching his head “What’d you mean?” Jack looked over his shoulder at Gibbs, squinting at him as if he was mad. He flashed a toothy grin.

“I’m sure there is something left over of Miss Swann’s she could wear” He replied and turned his back to Gibbs with a laugh.


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Aeryn woke with a start. She had been dreaming the same dream she had every night only this time it was much more vivid. She could almost still hear her mother’s screams, smell the choking black smoke. She shuddered. Aeryn’s back ached painfully and she shifted her weight to try and get more comfortable. She could only see out of her right eye as the blood from her cut had dried hard over her left. Her wrists felt raw and broken.

Aeryn noticed the small stub of a candle she had been left had long since gone out causing the brig to sink into a grimy darkness. The stench was absolutely disgusting and the air was stale. Aeryn could almost taste the putrid smell in the back of her throat. She coughed and spat loudly. She longed to be outside, on deck, with the wind on her face and the clean salt of the ocean in her nose.

She had no idea what the time was as there was no natural light down here. The only small amount of light came from a single lantern dangling between the cages. She closed her eye and leant her head back against wall. What she wouldn’t do for a drink right now. Her stomach rumbled loudly. Or a feed, she thought. A sudden scraping of a key in a lock made her snap her eye open.

She turned her head toward the door as it opened slowly. The same man who had brought her down here last night was back. He walked over to her prison and pulled out a single bronze key. Draped over his arm was a forest green dress with bright gold trimming, as well as small green slippers. He also had a small bucket of water with him, which he pushed inside once the door was successfully opened. He locked the door again once he was inside. The man didn’t once look at her as he leant down and undid the cuffs from the wall at her back.

Aeryn let out a low moan, as she was able to move away from the wall, relishing the slight freedom she had to move. She looked up at the man who had dumped the green dress on the stool and had picked up a cloth from the bucket of water. He pressed the dirty rag to her face and gently washed away the caked blood.

“Its Gibbs ain’t it?” Aeryn asked as her rung out the rag slowly. He dipped it back in the water and pressed it to her face. Aeryn sighed. The cool cloth felt like pure bliss to her sore face. She studied the gruff man who was surprisingly gentle. He didn’t look at her so much; his eyes were fixed on her wound.

“You can answer me you know. I can’t do you much harm at the moment what with these irons on me and all” She said softly. The man wrung out the cloth for a second time and placed it over the edge of the bucket.

“Yes, me name is Gibbs,” he muttered and reached behind her. He undid the irons and brought her hands round in front of her so he could wash away the blood at her wrists. He kept a painfully strong grasp on her forearm while he did this. Aeryn let her arm hang limp. She had no intention of trying to get away just yet. When both of her wrists and face were clean Gibbs turned and took hold of the dress. He tossed it to her. Aeryn grabbed it.

“You’re to be dining in the Captain’s cabin tonight. He requests that you wear that,” Gibbs said, bending over to pick up the bucket of water.

“I’m sure it will look great with the iron cuffs I’ll have to wear,” Aeryn muttered sarcastically. Gibbs opened the cell door and stepped out. He looked at her while he locked it. He told her he’d be back in an hour to escort her up stairs. Aeryn watched him as he left the brig and waited for the click of the lock before she painfully stood.

She held up the dress to look at it properly. It was quite beautiful; the deep green of the fabric would play well with her eyes and the gold trim with her yellow hair. The golden embroidery on the corset was especially fine. It was sleeveless, nothing but a corset and a skirt but it certainly had never belonged to a whore. This was a rich woman’s garment. Aeryn wondered which town or ship this dress had been stolen from. She glanced around making certain that she was the only one in the brig before she proceeded to change.

She folded her soiled clothing neatly on the stool and slipped the dress up her waist. She clumsily tried to tie up the corset herself but could not get it quite as tight as she would have liked. She had to keep pulling it up as it would slip down and reveal much more cleavage then she felt comfortable. Aeryn didn’t even bother to try the shoes on, she knew they would be far too small for her. Instead she slipped her boots back on; the long skirt only just covered the tips of them.

The door opened for a second time and Aeryn looked up as Gibbs stepped back into her prison. She let him cuff her hands behind her back without a fuss and followed him as he pulled her out of the cell. Just stepping out of the brig was an enormous relief. Aeryn took a deep breath of salty water as she was pulled up the many flights of stairs to the main deck. The sky was a light lavender colour and stars were just starting to appear. Twilight.

Once they reached the deck Gibbs escorted her over to the Captain’s cabin. Many of the crew were on deck an Aeryn stared at them defiantly. She stopped in front of two large doors when Gibbs did and watched as he reached out and rapped smartly on the glass. Gibbs didn’t wait for a reply before opening the door and pushing her inside. Once inside Aeryn could smell the distinct odour of a man, the salt from the sea and the sweetness of rum. She caught a silver gleam and saw her pistols and cutlass lying on a table near the wall, left out causally as if to taunt her.

Jack looked up from his desk as the door was opened and the blonde woman was pushed unceremoniously over the threshold. Dark green eyes glared at him insolently as Gibbs moved her over to the large wooden desk. Jack smiled at Gibbs who gave Jack the bronze key and left quickly without looking back. Once the door had shut with a quite click Jack returned his gaze to the woman in front of him. She had a nasty gash above her left eye and a fair few bruises on her arm but they didn’t mar her beauty.

The green dress hugged her body nicely even if it was a little loose round the top. The gold embroidery shone in the candlelight, which gave her skin a soft glow. Her long yellow hair streamed down her back unadorned. Jack’s eyes strayed over her ample cleavage, which was enhanced by her arms being forced behind her back. He was glad he had thought of putting her in the dress instead if keeping her in her grotty men’s clothing. Silently he thanked Lizzie for having left the dress behind.

“You can sit,” He said lazily, moving the spare chair away from the desk with his foot. Aeryn looked down at him. He was wearing the same boots and breeches as last night but he had on a different linen shirt, this one hung open more. A simple leather hat sat lopsidedly on his head. It should have looked stupid but it didn’t. Jack squinted at her and mentioned for her to sit again.

Aeryn shifted uncomfortably. The last thing she wanted to do was sit. If she sat on her dress then this bloody corset may fall right down. She turned her gaze away from him and walked over to the opposite side of the room. She kept her back to him and walked around the side of his bed. She didn’t hear him move away from the desk but she certainly felt his callused hands on her shoulders. She gasped and turned around to face him.

He was standing close to her, much too close for her liking. She took a step backward. His eyes were dark brown, so dark they were almost black. The kohl he had drawn around them made them stand out more than they should of in his handsome face. Aeryn found herself wondering if he put it on just for that affect. Aeryn remembered suddenly that this was her enemy. She glared at him.

Jack smiled, flashing his golden teeth. He had seen her eyes soften momentarily before they became hard again. He looked down, seeing her dress had slipped showing far more of her bosom then he supposed she would want him to see. He reached out and scooped up her long hair from her back and pulled it over her shoulder.

“Turn around love” he commanded softly.

Aeryn raised her chin in defiance “No” she said with a steady voice.

Jack shrugged, “Fine, stay like that, I was only going to tie up your corset tighter for you so you wont end up falling out onto the table later. Although I wouldn’t mind in the slightest if you did”

Aeryn scowled at him. She stared into his eyes for a moment before turning her back to him. She felt him step closer to her, his warm breath on the back of her neck made her shiver. Again rough hands grazed over her skin for a moment, then Aeryn felt the ties in her corset loosen. She had a sudden thought that he might not tie up her dress but might leave it open just to embarrass her.

Jack swiftly undid the entire corset, his eyes raking over her milky skin. He paused for a moment and considered not doing up the corset. He touched her warm skin light and felt her tense up immediately. He chuckled and quickly pulled the corset shut, tying it swiftly and tightly. When he was done he turned her around. Her gaze was lowered and she mumbled something incoherent.

“Sorry darling I didn’t quite catch that” he said softly. Aeryn raised her eyes to look into his face.

“I said thank you,”

“Your more than welcome love, although I must say I do prefer undress women as opposed to dressing them. Now sit” he replied and lead her back to the table. His timing was perfect. Just as they sat Pintel and Ragetti came in with two bowls of steaming stew, several thick slices of bread, a tall bottle of rum and two cups. Jack picked up his spoon and shovelled a generous mouthful of stew into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.

“Who did you steal this dress from? Some whore I imagine” Aeryn asked. Jack stopped chewing and looked at her thoughtfully. He dropped his spoon into his bowl. His eyes glared at her.

“No not a whore. The woman who wore that dress before you had more dignity and class and her little finger than you will ever posses. And I didn’t steal it. She left it,” He said to her, his voice very even and steady. An angry blush appeared on Aeryn’s cheeks.

“If that is true then why did you give me her dress to wear?” Aeryn fired at Jack. Jack fiddled with one of his rings on his hand and didn’t reply. Aeryn scoffed and turned her head to look out the window. The sky was indigo now.

Jack stood up and pulled the same bronze key Gibbs and used before to undo her cuffs from his pocket. He knelt down next to her and undid one of the irons, closing the clap onto the heavy desk so that one hand was free. Aeryn rubbed her sore wrist against her leg for a moment before reaching out for her own bowl of stew. She had forgotten how hungry she was and ate in silence. Jack watched her carefully as she ate. He slouched back in his chair and reached over for the bottle of rum, pulling the cork out with his golden teeth.

Aeryn remember suddenly the feeling of his warm hands on her skin and felt a little thrill of pleasure ripple through her body. She wondered what those rough hands would feel like on her breasts or brushing over her thighs. She felt warm and was sure a blush had stained her cheeks again. Aeryn bit her bottom lip and dropped her gaze away from the man in front of her. She felt disgusted with herself. Not only was this man was her captor he was responsible for everything bad that had befallen her.

Jack had seen her blush violently but pretended he didn’t notice. He took a swig out of the bottle before pouring a generous measure of rum into each cup. He pressed the wooden cup into the woman’s hand and drank deeply from his own.

“What is your name?” he asked her suddenly. Aeryn looked up at him. The question was unexpected. She toyed with the idea of giving him a fake name but decided against it. She took a large gulp of rum from her cup before answering.

“Captain Aeryn Stormwater” she replied staring into her cup. She licked her lips, savouring the sweet rum her tongue found there. Jack watched that innocent gesture and felt the stirring of arousal as she wet her full lips with her pink tongue.

“So Captain Stormwater why, may I ask, have you attempted not once but twice to steal my ship” he asked silky, draining the last of his rum. He refilled it slowly. Aeryn didn’t look up from her cup.

“That’s my business Sparrow” she spat, raising her eyes to meet his “I’ll tell you nothing”. Jack tutted and smiled.

“Such rudeness Miss Stormwater is really uncalled for” he drained his second cup in one go, his head thrown backward so his dreadlocks slipped off his shoulders. Aeryn couldn’t help but to notice the way his neck moved as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. She closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them she found Jack’s chocolate ones burning into her.

“I will find out one way or another love so you’d be best just to tell me now save us both a fair bit of trouble” Jack said placing his cup gently on the desktop. Aeryn swallowed the last of her own rum and placed her cup next to his. She stood and looked down at him.

“Like I said before I’ll tell you nothing. Not until I’m good and ready to Sparrow. Now undo this iron. I’m tired and I would like to retire” Aeryn said in a stern voice. Jack rose and stood close to her. Aeryn did not step away from him. His eyes challenged hers and she felt his hand trail down her arm. His finger traced the small P-shaped scar on just above Aeryn’s wrist. Jack felt her shiver. He kept his hand there for a moment longer before undoing the iron the kept Aeryn attached to his desk.

“Are you sure you want to go back to the brig Miss Stormwater?” he ask coyly as he turned her back to him, shutting the clasp around her other wrist “I have a warm bed over there that is certainly big enough for two”. Jack’s hand snaked over Aeryn’s waist, pulling her against his body.

Aeryn was surprised that she had to fight the urge not to lean into Jack’s light touch. Her lips were tingling softly. His breath on her back was making her shake. She ignored it and turned her head. Jack’s mouth was mere millimetres away from hers. She felt him move to close the small gap and pulled back.

“I wouldn’t share a bed with you if my very life and soul depended on it,” she whispered harshly against his mouth. She looked up at him through lowered lids. His face was still and without emotion. His hands on her shoulders were gripping her strongly. On hand reached out and a finger snaked up her neck.

“We shall see love” he replied in a voice just as harsh “We shall see”

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