Black Raven

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

 

-Chapter Twenty Five-

 

As much as Jack liked having his cabin back to himself once Raven had seemed good enough, he found that even despite her coming clean to him things between them were still somewhat tense. If anything it seemed as if she were holding back once more, as though admitting about Robert had just made things worse.

Still things were slowly going to be ending, since Havana was less than half a day away. It would bring them one step closer to finding out the mystery of the Jewel of Valyos. Then once it had been found itself then they could split the prize and go their separate ways. He could go back to the normal every day running of the Pearl, and she could disappear off, out of sight and out of mind.

Thinking of the devil herself he spotted Raven as she crossed the deck, though she only remained in sight for a short time before disappear below deck. He gave his head a shake, then flicked out his compass watching the direction that the spinner went to. Any person other than Jack would find it strange that the compass had no north to point to, but he knew how it worked. The pointer pointed more or less in the direction he expected it to be, right on course to Havana. What he didn't take into consideration that it was also approximately in the direction that Raven had headed.

 

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Despite feeling well physically, mentally was something very different with Raven. Instead of feeling a weight coming off her chest from another person knowing the truth about Robert's parentage, she felt as if it had just made things worse. She couldn't understand why, and despite reassurances that the boy was well and that Jack would refuse him permission to stay once their journey had run its course, she still felt like that she was losing the boy.

Her head was starting to pound with a headache, though is could have been down to anything from dehydration, or that fact that she was closer to being sober for the longest she had in a long time. She had only just touched the rum that she was given when she was still recovering, since it hadn't felt like it had settled well.

There could have been another reason for the tension she was feeling. The holding back of how she actually felt about recent situations. Other than drinking herself unconscious on more than one occasion she had never faced how she felt over losing her ship, her crew, her ship entirely, and almost her own flesh and blood.

Her thoughts were drifting over them though, each time skipping from one to the other, not pausing on one for too long, though each time she was thinking on things she could have done differently. On what she could have done to prevent any of it.

She was so caught up within herself she hadn't even paid attention to the fact that she was drifting through the ship, on some unconscious level making her way to the cargo hold. Her hands became fists as she became increasing involved in her thoughts, though she was becoming angry with herself. Thinking that she was too weak to have made any difference. Perhaps all the things she had been hearing was right, that she had no business ever being at sea, no business in trying to be more like a son for her father rather than just being what she was, his daughter.

She grit her teeth together and found that she desperately now wanted to hit out at something, anything. The yell she let out as she sent her fist through a water barrel was picked up on by some crew that were working nearby.

 

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Up on deck Jack wasn't particularly amused. He had his pistol out and was trying to aim at the thing that was causing him grief.

"Bloody parrot!" He shouted out at the creature.

It always seemed to him that every so often Cotton's parrot would come along and make a mess on his hat. He hated having to try and clean it afterwards.

He was getting so close to getting an accurate aim at the bird when one of the crew came running over, almost managing to get shot in the process. He just managed to fire the pistol off target, making the crewman jump, though he was quick to say what was wrong.

"It's that woman Captain, she's going crazy in the cargo hold."

Jack's features fell, he thought that the violence would stay away, but he had thought too soon. Without a word he made headway towards the cargo hold, indicating for the crewman to follow him.

 

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Back in the cargo hold Raven was continuing to let out her rage on the various crates there. The floor was wet, and various fruits were rolling about the floor from where she had punched and kicked through the crates they had been in. Her hands were a bloody mess from the amount of times that she had rammed her fists through barrels and crates.

The blood that ran down her fingers didn't stop her from sending her fist through yet another crate. There was little to say that she'd used the same few crates and barrels to destroy others. Not that it mattered from the outside point of view.

"What the bloody hell is goin' on 'ere?!" Came Jack in an almost booming voice. He couldn't help but look on in horror on how much damage she had caused. He shot an angry look at the lingering crew. "A bloody load of good you lot 'ave been! Get out of 'ere the lot of you if you can't be useful!"

The crew quickly dispersed and disappeared back on deck not wanting to anger their captain any further. For Jack he then wondered if he had done the right thing of sending them away when he heard yet another crash of breaking wood.

"Raven!"

"Leave me alone! I need this!" She yelled back at him, though her back was turned so she couldn't see his expression. She didn't care what he thought, she didn't even care if he had her dragged back to the brig again.

"Stop this now!" Jack tried to use his most commanding tone on her, not that he expected it to work.

Seeing that she was going to start on another crate he darted himself further into the room, managing to avoid slipping on several apples that rolled about at his feet. Perhaps rather stupidly he grabbed of her from behind, using as much of his weight as possible to jerk her backwards.

"Get off me!" Came her yell at him. With a hard tug she managed to get out of his grip and stomped her way past Jack, leaving the cargo hold and making her way back on deck.

Jack was quickly on her heels, shooing the other crew out of their way while he grabbed her by the upper arm, clamping his grip as tight as possible so she couldn't rip herself away again. Not surprisingly she protested rather vocally, but he ignored her, shifting so it was him that was leading her towards his cabin. Once the door was open he gave her a shove inside with half the intent of knocking her off her footing.

"Leave me the hell alone Sparrow!" Came her angry yell, though she stayed upright on her feet.

"Not a chance lass." He stated to her, gritting his teeth in his own anger towards her. Making yet another grab at her, he yanked her form close, ready to give her a piece of his mind. Raven made a slight struggle to pull herself back, doing her very best to send her gaze in any direction but at him.

He now scowled at her, even though she refused to look at him he was able to see wet streaks down her cheeks, and not just something from being splashed by water. Securing one arm around Raven's waist to hold her in place, he used his now free hand to grab her chin in order to force her to look at him.

"You're cryin'."

Raven tried her best not to look at Jack, but at being told that she was crying she gazed up in order to tell him different. She opened her mouth to say the words, but instead a sob came from her. The moment it came out she couldn't stop herself and broke down fully, the walls that kept her from showing her feelings tumbled down, and left her sobbing against Jack's chest.

Jack didn't know who was more surprised, him or her as she started to cry. Instinctively he let go of her chin and placed his hand on the back of her head, bringing her against his chest in a means to comfort her. He didn't say a word and gazed across his cabin, just giving her some time to pull herself together.

The silence received somewhat helped Raven to gain the control that she had lost, while having the feel of a body comforting her was soothing. She felt more vulnerable now than she ever had done from what she could remember.

When she managed to cease her sobs, she drew back a little and dared herself to look up at Jack. She wanted to say something to him, but she didn't know what to say. She could have said thank you, but it just didn't sound right.

She saw the curious gaze in his eyes, him silently questioning if she were okay. She managed to give a small nod.

"No more violence?" His voice finally broke the silence.

"No more." She agreed quietly.

Jack's frown came back then, since he wasn't quite sure if he believed her. He had witnessed too many mood changes as it were, so he doubted that it really would be the end of it. It might be right now at this moment, but that was all.

Without saying a further word he pulled back away from her, his hands dropping down to his sides and turned in order to leave. He needed to get the crew back on track, not to mention getting them to sort out the mess of the cargo hold.

"Sparrow, wait...."

Sighing he turned and looked back at her. His eyes tired from dealing with more or less the same thing with her.

"What is it?"

"I just ......." Raven started then gave up, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Well if you've got nothin' to say then I'll just......" His words got cut off as her mouth connected with his. His eyes widened for a moment, there never was a dull moment while he was around her.

For Raven it really was the easiest method to give her thanks, not that she even knew really what she was feeling thankful for. All he did really was not say a word while she broke down into his arms. Perhaps it was due to that it was a rare thing to happen to her. She really could only hope that he would keep that to himself.

She pulled back from giving him the kiss, though a hand of hers now lay upon his shirt, her fingers idly playing with the open edges. Her gaze shifted focus from his face down upon his marginally exposed chest, odd really how she never took it into consideration that his shirt was always partly open. Her fingers as if not even a part of her slid over to that exposed flesh, running down it's length until the point where it became covered.

Jack looked on somewhat puzzled, now what was she doing? Trying to torment him with another head game? He shivered a little from the brushing of her fingertips, it was so light, a touch that he didn't expect her to even possess, normally she was just heavy handed. True her fingers weren't all that soft from her life at sea, but they still sent that shiver down his spine.

Her gaze upon him at the moment added to the shiver, though it really wasn't an unpleasant shiver. It stirred up a small amount of want within him. In a way he wanted to act on the want, but at the same time he didn't. Still he also wanted to hear those gasps and moans that he had heard come from her from when she had been with Andrews.

Raven was vaguely aware that she was being watched, she lifted her gaze back up into his features, seeing him gazing intently upon her. Being a creature that reacted to her own needs she wanted to feel his mouth against hers again. She gave in to that need, her lips pressing against his, to which she felt no resistance from him.

The kiss started off simple enough, but before long it increased in pressure and roughness, though neither party knew which one started it. Lips parted and tongues explored. Their bodies pressed against the other, and as it continued clothes began to be shed. Shirts being untied and pulled off as the passion between them increased.

Their tops were just thrown haphazardly onto a scattered pile upon the floor. With the both of them topless their mouths crushed against the other, their hands roaming over the other, feeling the lumps and bumps from scarring, which had been ignored on that first time. Raven's own amount of scarring numbered about the same as his, if not more.

Shifting his arms about her waist Jack lifted her up, placing her upon his messy desk. What empty bottles had been on their were shoved out the way, getting knocked over onto their sides so they rolled off and onto the floor. His mouth shifted from hers and down onto her neck, landing upon the jagged scar that he had noticed once before. He heard her breath hitch within her throat, while one of her hands grabbed onto the back of his head. He smirked against her flesh all the while travelling his calloused hands down her body.

Grabbing the waist of her trousers he started to yank them down, to which Raven lifted her hips up for them to be removed fully. He travelled his mouth down her torso finding that he actually wanted to see what did lie between her legs. His fingers found their way down there before his gaze did, finding a mass of curls, though they did appear to be well maintained.

He slid one finger down further along the line of the outer lips before letting it slide between them. Almost immediately he encountered a wetness there, he slid the digit along, just barely touching the entrance to her heat. Raven practically yelped from the touch, her hips jolting up, doing even more so as the finger pressed against that small bundle of clustered nerves which tended to be ignored.

Raven leaned back heavily onto the table while her hips arched up, she kept one hand upon the back of Jack's head while he shifted down further. She felt the finger that had been upon her get drawn away, to which she emitted a disappointed moan. There was no need for the disappointment though as she felt that same finger as well as another prying her open. She squeezed her eyes shut and let out a cry as she felt a warmth as Jack placed his mouth upon her.

She increased the grip she had on the back of his head, while he poked out his tongue and prodded about her wetness, paying particular attention upon that small nub of nerves, feeling it swell up under his attentions. Her hips twitched about as though she didn't want him there, however those moans and small cries that she emitted told him different.

Those noises that she made spurned him along, making him want to hear more. It was like this that she was sounding more and more like an everyday woman, her sounds softer and less rough. Using his free hand Jack slid a lone finger into the source of the wetness, it was met almost immediately by her muscles clamping down upon it. He felt her tense up a little, but he overlooked it and began to pump the finger within her depths, curling it about and twisting it.

Raven's moans increased in volume and pitch while a burning began to spread throughout her, her breathing quickened while her grip continued to strengthen upon the back of Jack's head. Her hips bucked up towards the heat of his mouth as the previous prodding she had felt turned into him suckling upon that nerve cluster.

That along with the thrust of the finger twisting within her soon had a white heat shooting right through her, she yelled out and arched her back, her lower muscles going into a wild spasm as her orgasm hit her. Jack tried his best to remain where he was while she rode it out, the only movement he made was to withdraw his finger, and to replace it with his tongue in order to taste her.

It wasn't until the spasms began to ease up that Jack pulled back. He used one hand to wipe at his mouth, then shifted himself above Raven where she now lay somewhat limply, the hand that had been on the back of his head had since dropped away. Her features were flushed, while she had a satisfied look to her glazed over eyes. She turned her head in order to look at him then brought her mouth onto his, tasting herself on him.

Jack kissed her back, sliding his tongue into her mouth, duelling with her while she seemed to relish the taste. He felt a rumbling within his throat, he was painfully aware of his own arousal pressing against his trousers. He shifted a hand down and pushed his trousers down, hissing at the release as his erect member sprang out, standing at complete attention weeping slightly at its tip.

He took her by the hips to bring her backside right to the edge of the table, then worked himself between Raven's legs and ran his length along her heat, coating himself with her wetness. Her hips bucked up from the contact, her nerves highly sensitive now, while she moaned into his mouth. He now prodded against her entrance, close to penetrating her but not close enough, the move teasing them both. Using one hand he then guided himself within her, feeling her muscles clamping down upon him, he emitted a low groan, relishing that hot tightness around his shaft .

Raven broke the kiss and arched her neck back as she felt herself being filled up. This feeling was good, if not better than it had just been. She brought her legs up and pressed them against his hips, urging him to move within her.

Jack did just that, his hips starting to piston in and out of her. He started off relatively slow but he soon gathered speed, all the while alternating his strokes, going from deep to shallow thrusts. He rotated his hips so he could get her from all possible angles, the motions driving them both into a frenzy.

Raven's form twitched and twisted underneath him, her hips trying their best to match him while he drove himself deeper into her, while he gripped onto her body. Jack kept his mouth busy by latching onto the pulse point of her neck, sucking, licked and biting bluntly onto the area, as a deep part of him wanted to mark her as his. All those wild moans and cries that she emitted just drove him on.

Soon he was feeling a heavy sensation in the pit of his stomach, while he felt a burning throughout his loins. Shifting the angle of his hips he drove himself as deep and hard as he possible could, while Raven now lay still, her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her cries becoming whimpers.

The tension in him now came out, with one swift and hard thrust he jabbed upwards into a rather hard yet fleshy area just a short distance within her. Raven cried out loudly, which turned into a long scream of pleasure as another orgasm ripped through her. He felt her muscles spasm around his shaft, to which he gritted his teeth together as he tried to hold himself back just for a few seconds longer.

He gave one last hard and deep thrust with her tightening walls before quickly withdrawing himself from her. He rubbed the underside of his member against her, feeling just how soaked she had become as he now mostly humped the air itself while he hit his own release. He gave a throaty groan as he felt it rocket through his groin, the last of the air humping sending his load up and ending up spilling onto Raven's stomach and chest. He made the motion until there was nothing left to shoot out.

His form now shook as he started to come down from that pleasure, Raven was in a similar state, unable to stop herself from shaking. She felt as the warmth from his seed upon her skin became cold, making her shiver just a little bit more. She still held onto him, though now it was a weak hold. Her eyes slowly closed as she felt her form begin to relax more. She was barely conscious of the fact that Jack had started to scoop her up from the table, taking her to his bunk then set her down, before more or less laying upon her. Under that heavy yet comfortable weight she was soon dozing off into a light sleep.

 

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