The Black Rose

Chapter 3
*Wheeling & Dealing*


Jack was kneeling on the floor, with his hands tied in front him, of what appeared to be the captains quarters of the ship. He was rehearsing what he would say to his darling wife to convince her not to take his Pearl. By the looks of the cabin it was going to take all his charming skill to accomplish. It appeared that she had taken a souvenir from each ship that they had pillaged. One entire wall of the cabin was covered in wood fragments with vessel names on them. Jacks eyes darted to the opening door of the cabin. Morah entered the room fallowed by tow of her crew caring a platter covered in food and bottles of rum. The crewmembers deposited their various items and left. When the door closed Jack went to work.

“Morah luv, I was ‘oping tha’ we could discuss the matter of my Pearl.” Jack flashed his award winning golden smile. Morah sauntered over to a chair and pulled it in front of Jack and sat down lazily.

“It is Captain Morah Sparrow, luv, and it’s my Pearl now.” She uncorked one of the bottles and took a long swig, a little trickling down her chin as she pulled the bottle upright. Jack swallowed hard, at his own line coming back to bit him in the ass, and that she had rum and he had non.

“Ay, Captain. I know you to be a reasonable woman, I’m sure that we can come to some sort of arrangement.” Another flash of ivory and gold glinted in the candle lighten cabin.

“Jack your silken snake tongue and your charms will not work on me. You forget that I know the real you. I know how your mind works, I picked up a few things in the time we lived as man and wife.” She stood and walked behind a privacy curtain.

“You ‘ave to admit tha’ it wasn’t all bad, we ‘ad some good times and some even better times.” Jack still trying to work his magic. Morah emerged from behind the curtain wearing a black robe and a midnight blue undergarment and sat back in the chair. Jacks eyes wondered over her figure drinking it all in.

“Well is tha’ so, well what I remember is you, always either on a ship or on a whore.” Morah crossed her legs dramatically and reached for the rum.

“But when I was ‘ome it was great.” Jack caressed Morah’s exposed knee with his callus and gazed at her with is penetrating chocolate pirate eyes. Morah’s demeanor and expression didn’t falter at his advances. She poured some rum into a glass and swirled it around.

“Would you like a drink?” Jacks eyes followed the movement of the glass.

“I wouldn’t mind one.” He reached out for the glass but retrieved nothing but a fist full of air. She drew the glass to her lips and drained the glass in one shot. Jack curled his fingers back and retracted his hands. Morah’s lips curled into a feline smile. She pulled out a dagger that was hidden under the table and cut Jack’s hands free. She pushed to bottle of rum toward Jack and gestured to an empty chair. Jack wasted no time filling the chair and emptying the bottle. Morah watched him intently, she slid the tray of food to him and watched as he began to devour it as well.

“So is tha’ woman that challenged me on deck your new fancy?” Venom dripping from her word. Jack laughed at her question.

“Ana, no I don’t think so, she is a fine pirate, but not me type luv.”

“So you never bedded ‘er, or did you.”

“Ay, I have, and that is why I say she’s not me type.” Jack looked into the pools of jade starring at him, the eyes that he used to light up at the sight of him or when he told stories. Now they are cold and with out the light that he loved.

“You know Morah, no one had ever been able to hold a candle to wha’ you and I ‘ad.” Jack extended a jeweled hand and placed it on Morah’s that lay on the table.

“Why did you leave me Jack?” She retracted the grasped hand and retrieved another bottle of rum. Jack was at a loss for words (for once in his bloody life)

“Well luv, my place is on the sea not on land.”

“Did you love me?” She didn’t look at Jack till after she finished asking the question.

“Ay, with all me black ‘eart, an’ I still do. I ‘ad no idea that you would turn pirate yourself, luv.” Jack grinned at Morah. His word brought back some of that light to her eyes that he loved so much about her. Jack pushed aside the food and rum. He stood and approached Morah, grasping her hands and gently pulling her to her feet. Jack placed her hands on his chest and ran his hands over her hips. Jack pulled Morah as close as possible and kissed her hard and passionately. Jack pulled away from the kiss and looked into Morah’s eyes.

“After all, we are two peas in a pod, darling.” She smiled broadly, Jack kissed her again, trailing his hands down to cup her bottom. He lifted her off the floor; in response Morah wrapped her legs around Jacks waist. Jack carried her to the bed and deposited carefully. Jack tore off his shirt and positioned himself atop Morah. Jack settled himself between her milky thighs, slightly grinding his groin against her moist folds. Morah groaned at the familiar contact. She whispered in to Jack’s ear with steaming hot breath.

“Do it like you used to… Jack…just like you used to.” Her seductive tone made his throbbing erection even harder.

“Ay luv.” Jack relieved her of her robe and undergarment, and let his hands rediscover the feel of her skin, the shape of her breasts, and the depth of her curves. Jack enjoyed hearing the soft moans and the sharp intakes of breath that he elicited from his fair lady. Morah couldn’t help but caress Jack’s hairy chest and suckle at the juncture of his neck and collarbone, his bronzen was just to tempting. Jack’s member thr throbbing almost painfully and was seeking its proper sheath. He undid his trousers and cast them aside, Jack gently pushed the head of his arousal against Morah’s slick opening. Morah groaned a little.

“Just like you used to Jack…” Jack thrusted all the way into her with one motion, words where lost to Morah as she gasped sharply. Jack pumped into her with the same force fiercely. Morah suppressed her cries in Jacks shoulder. Jack plunged his hot tongue into Morah’s ear, probing knowledgeably eliciting the noises that he couldn’t get enough of. Morah felt her orgasm approaching she drug her nails down her lovers back. Jack howled at the sweet pain. Jack bit on Morah’s shoulder to subdue his cries of pleasure. Morah climaxed with a thunderous cry.

“Jack!!!…” Her walls constricted around Jacks member, increasing the friction, Jack continued to drive himself in to Morah. Morah grabbed a fist full of dreaded and braided ebony hair, she pulled Jacks face to hers and captured his lips in a hungry and possessive kiss. She bit down on Jacks lower lip. Jack groaned fiercely and filled Morah with his fluid, but he continued to thrust into her powerfully. Morah quivered beneath Jack as he drove into her fiercely. Each forward thrust striking her pleasure center. Her second orgasm tore through her like a knife through butter.

“Oh! God! JJJaaccckkkk!!!!!…” Her cry of pleasure was loud enough to still the ocean. Her breathing was becoming more erratic and hitched, her hot breath funneled to Jacks neck. Her hot breath was enough to send Jack over the edge of his second orgasm ending with his lovers name in the form of a howl. He collapsed on top of Morah trying to regain his breathing composure. Jack raised his head and looked groggy-eyed at Morah.

“Just like old times.” Morah smiled at Jack and he rolled over to lie at her side, he wrapped his arms around his wife and she traced slow circles on his side.

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Morah woke up wrapped in strong familiar arms. Jack was still sleeping when she reached up and kissed him on his weathered lips. Jacks eyes slowly opened to gaze down at her.

“I think I need a drink” Morah rolled out of Jacks arms and walked over to the table and retrieve the half drank bottle. Jacks watched as she walked across the cabin naked as the day she where born, and pick up one of the many thing that he loved, rum. Morah took a long swig off the bottle and handed it to Jack who took a much more longer and luxurious drink.

“I noticed tha’ you have a very young first mate, may I ask how he ended up with you on the Pearl?” Morah lazily dressed as she sweetly interrogated her husband.

“Ay, ‘tis young William Turner, son of Bill Turner. I’m sure you remember ‘im. Well young Mister Turner ‘elped me escape from prison so as I could ‘elp him save far lady of ‘is heart. She, however, only had the love for him that one would ‘ave for say a good friend. And as the story ends she married some bloke named James Norrington and he joined me crew.”

“Tha’ sound ‘bout right. Well it seems tha’ my first mate took a real liking to ‘im and has ‘ad the pleasure of his company. So now the young Mister Turner is a real pirate.”

“Ay, so the boy isn’t a eunuch after all.” Jack drank some more rum and began to think about his pearl.


A/N: ok the ending sucked...but give me a break plot is a living thing that walked out on me after the smut. lol i know im full of it but I think that you will like the next chapter. plez R&R