Once on the Waves
Two Ships Alike in Dignity
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the first chapter. Oh, the title from
this chapter is a rip-off of… Anyone who
doesn’t know should be hung.
I haven’t finished La Bella Rose yet, but it’s really good so far.
Aurelius, Yeah, I liked the storm as well.
a part in the story so I’m not going to spoil it.
Sea
tell me so I can brag
been so long. I have too many stories on
the go and not enough time to write them all.
I’m trying to finish the longer ones and get them out of the way at the
moment and this entire series has kinda fallen to the wayside.
chapter. I found one, but I need to get
a list of all the things that I’ve taken liberties with.
sense.
Two
ships alike in dignity…
twelve feet from his.
damage to the
he had ordered the ships to
separate and was now getting his first good look at the ship.
through some bizarre train of events, Cassandra Lark’s brother.
most beautiful ships that had ever graced the
had come from and they were not like any ship anyone had ever seen.
comment that the only ship like the Moon
was the
Now, for the first time, he
was getting a good look at the two ships- together and he had to admit that
they were very similar indeed. No not
just similar. Jakes let his eyes glide
over the
seen the same confusion mirrored in them.
He let a huge belly laugh escape.
It appeared that the first mate of the Moon’s… sister ship was as surprised by the realization as he was.
Will couldn’t have been more
surprised if Norrington had shown up and offered to let
could see that happening for real. The
ships were the same. He was a blacksmith
not a shipwright, but he knew enough about ships to be able to pick out the
important bits and except for the colour the ships were identical, well the colour
and the damage currently marking the Pearl.
Gibbs came up beside him,
“What in all that’s holy…”
“Gibbs, what does Jack say
about how he first acquired the Black
“Nothing, Will, mi lad.
He never talks about it. Never
talks about how he lost it either.”
“Has he ever told you what
type of ship it is?” Gibbs knew what the
question meant and he drew in a deep breath before answering, “No, he just says
it’s a pirate ship.”
“Oh.
Lark tells her crew the same thing.” The
two crews continued to eyes the ships in silence.
Cassandra finished off the
last of the bottle she had brought over with her and watched as her brother rooted
around in a trunk to find some more. It
didn’t take him long to return to the table, prize in hand.
way through it before either spoke again.
“Let me see.”
to the centre of the cabin. Cassandra
followed him.
Slowly, with gentle hands,
she began to undress the other captain, pushing the jacket off of his shoulders
and catching it before it hit the ground.
She tossed the garment over the chair he had just vacated and then began
to unlace his shirt.
Jack should feel the calluses
on her skin as it brushed against his chest.
The shirt quickly pulled sideways of off him to cause the least amount
of movement. He watched as his sister
stepped back, and then moved around him, walking slowly so as to see all the
damage. Then she ran a hand lightly over
a knife scar on his back and said, “This is new.” Jack grunted, feeling his body begin to react
to the feel of her hands.
She quickly got his trousers
off and looked him over again; ignoring the effect she was obviously having on
him. His ribs were covered in bruises
and had turned a reddish-purple. He had
scattered cuts and bruises all over his torso and hips and one of his
shouldered was obviously broken.
She reached up and lightly
ran a hand over his cheek. Then she
stepped in close. “Would you like me to…?”
her brother would understand. He caught
her hand and pulled her back to the bed, moving around so she ended up on the
bottom.
How she lost her trousers,
she didn’t know, but between a few moments and a life time, she shrugged the
boys vest over her head and out of the way while Jack skimmed his hands over
her abdomen, tracing the lines of muscles on her stomach.
her. With the ease born of long
practise, she rolled them over and began to run her hands over the cuts and
bruises, letting their passion rise up from her so float just under her skin.
nipples and rolling the little nubs, while his left hand hung limply by his
side. She knew he was trying not to use
it because of the pain.
Cassandra could feel the
liquid heat between her legs and knew that Jack could feel it too as his hand
left her breast to stroke her centre.
One of her hands continued playing over the cuts, memorizing their
position while her other one found his hard cock, marble coated in silk against
her hand. She couldn’t stop another moan
escaping her. This time, neither could
he. It had been so long since they had
been with each other, an indulgence they could rarely afford.
it. Cassandra arched back again as she
felt a finger enter her and then lifted off, sliding it out of her.
slowly, began to lower herself onto his throbbing erection.
She felt the power inside her
well up and spill out over her hands and through her skin, felt it ignite the
power in her brother and then she threw back her head and rose up again before
slamming back down. Jack bit his lips to
try to keep quiet as she moved above him.
Then her hands began to move again, this time with power flowing through
them. Jack moaned as he felt the power
slide into him, felt it seek ever entrance to his body, every cut, ever bruise,
felt it find every place that was damaged and enter him.
His hands reached up to grab
his sister’s breasts as they heaved in front of him, his newly healed shoulder
offered not even a twinge. In response,
her legs clamped harder against his side, but with the bruises gone it made no
difference. Cassandra dropped down over
him and let him support her weight to get more strength behind her movements
and Jack arched his hips to meet her.
They came together as they always did, burying their mouths against the
others skin to muffle their cries.
Lying there, this their limbs
wrapped around each other, their passion spent and the feel of the power they
had summoned lingering in the cabin, they though for a moment they thought they
could smell a storm in the air around them.
Eyes wide they rolled apart in shock.
“They wouldn’t!” Jack gasped in shock, “Father would kill them for
messing with us.” Lying on her back, Cassandra
began to laugh, half in hysteria. Jack
watched his sister as the carefully built illusion of who and what they were
began to crumble. “They wouldn’t dare.”
A/N:
back to Elizabeth and Norrington… Or
should I stick with Jack, Cassandra and Will (At least until I offer some answers.)
If anyone has worked out what is going on,
email me and I might even tell you if you’re right!