Phoenix Song

Disclaimer: I don’t own Pirates of The Caribbean but if I did....oooo look out Disney cause the rating just went up! lol I do however own Natasha so deal with it!


“Your beautiful love” I say leaning in closer to her.

“I know” she smirks at me as I kiss her . I smile hearing her moan as I grind up against her center. Running my ringed fingers through her fiery red hair, loving the feeling of her silky tresses between his fingers tips. She arches her back slightly and tilts her head to the side as I lick and kiss the side of her neck. I bury my nose in her hair as I kiss her smiling at the familiar smell of the ocean after a fierce storm with a hint of cinnamon and vanilla. I slide my hand up to her chest and squeeze tightly making her moan and bite her lower lip, dragging her white teeth over it. As she tightened her grip on my shoulder I kiss her collar bone making my way lower don her chest. I run my hand over her shoulder pushing her shirt down as I kiss her breast taking her nipple into my mouth, loving the sounds that came from her mouth. I smirk and suck harder as she tangles her hands into my hair pulling me closer.

Normal POV

“Um Captain…should we set course for Tortuga ?” Gibbs asked trying to look at anything but the couple in front of him.

“Yes, Tortuga !” Jack said trying to hide a groan as Natasha fixed herself and slide off his lap.

“Aye sir !” Gibbs said leaving and making his way to the deck. Natasha smiled and leaned back as she felt Jack’s hand wrap around her waist.

“You know love, leaving me like this wasn’t very nice !” he said pressing her against his erection, she turns around and smiles at him.

“Well Captain I never said I was nice !” she said placing her hands on his chest.

“Captain eh ?” Jack said quirking an eyebrow at her.

“Yea Captain !” She said kissing him passionately. “And a Captain should be above deck with his crew !” She said grinding into him before walking away.

“Bloody wench is going to be the death of us mate !”Jack said looking down and then going to find a dark corner in his ship.

Later On In the Day

Natasha walked into the crews quarters to see them playing poker, and drinking a ridiculous amount of rum.

“Captain Sunfield want to sit in on a few rounds with us ?” A crew member named Armando asked.

“Sure deal me in boys !” She said sitting down on the stool taking a drink of her rum.

The moon had risen over the ship and a cool breeze had started to blow. Jack stood at the helm steering and looking out into the distance. He was thinking about the red headed beauty some where below deck. He had always been attracted to her but had refused to get close. Sure they had spent the night together many times but that was it. They were friends with benefits, nothing more nothing less. Teasing and playing jokes on one another was something he never got tired of. The flirty glances, teasing touches, and steamy fiery nights had him thinking of her lately even when he was with other women. The fiery red head that stole his breath away the first time he saw her. The way her hips moved when she walked, the way her hair flipped around her face when she fought. She was simply mesmerizing, the same girl who could win a fight against any man in Tortuga. Hell she could even match his drinking ‘skills’, when she wanted to.

“Gibbs take over for me while I go below.” Jack said adjusting his hat while he stepped aside for Gibbs to take the wheel. As Jack made his way below he heard the sounds of muffled singing coming from the galley. The scene before him when he opened the door was absolutely hysterical. Natasha Sunfield was sitting on the table holding a bottle of rum in each hand as she sang a song with the crew.

“What do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor, what do you do with a drunken sailor early in the morning ?” She sang taking a swig of rum as she clumsily hopped off the table and onto the floor. Jack smiles as she leans back chugging, and laughs when she spills a little as stumbles backwards. When she rights herself she looks up at him and starts singing again only there is a slight change in her song.

“What do you do with a drunk Jack Sparrow, what do you do with a drunk Jack Sparrow, what do you do with a drunk Jack Sparrow early in the morning ?” She sang as the crew’s laughter from her song filled the room. Natasha walks towards him stumbling as she does. Jack helps her stand and realizes she has had much more than she used to drinking.

“Love your pissed !” he said supporting her swaying form.

“No I’m not !” She said trying to throw his arms off of her, just managing to make herself fall against him, followed by the crew’s laughter.

“That’s it, come on here we go !” Jack said lifting hr up and over his shoulder smiling as she complained about how she was going to throw up if he did that again.

“When I find out who did this, its scrubbing both decks for you and your comrades !” Jack said

“What do you do with a drunk Jack Sparrow, what do you do with a drunk Jack Sparrow, what do you do with a drunk Jack Sparrow early in the morning ?” Natasha sang as he carried her up the stairs.

“So Jack what can I do to you ?” She said laughing

“Anything you want love !” He says as he smacks her ass.

“Now Jack I don’t think that…you should…be doing that to me…in my drunken…what’s this called ?” She asked Jack as he kicks open his door, walking inside.

“How much did you drink tonight love ?” Jack asked laying her on his bed, as he pulled up a chair next to it sitting down.

“You didn’t answer my question Jack !” She said stretching out on the bed seductively.

“Neither did you love !”

“So remind me what it was !”Natasha says crawling across the bed and onto his lap. She smiles and kisses him wrapping her arms around his neck. Jack kisses her back but snaps out of it when she starts to unbutton his shirt.

“I want you love but not like this. Not when you pissed out of your mind !” Jack says pulling back slightly to look at her.

“Jack how many times have we both been pissed and have done this ?” She said kissing his neck.

“Natasha please don’t. I’m barley keeping myself from throwing you on the bed and having my bloody way with you.” Jack said sighing. “Natasha…?” Jack asked realizing she had stopped kissing his neck. He smiles and shakes his head, as he picks her up laying her on the bed. He moves down to the foot of the bed and removes her boots, pulling them off. Laying down next to her he pull her into his arms and smiles closing his eyes falling asleep shortly after.

10 years earlier

Master Rodriguez’s house was burning away merrily, the smoke and fire tickling Natasha’s nose. She leaned against the wrought iron fence that surrounded the building, watching as Marley and Andrew fought over one of the many gold crosses that had adorned the trader’s walls before Jack had laughingly taken a torch to a rum soaked rag and tossed it through the kitchen window. Down in the port of Madrid the festival was still continuing, the sailors from the Spanish fleet spending their hard earned coin. The sound of music and cheering drifted up the rocky streets to this grand house, hidden from the harbor’s view.

The Lady Rodriguez was kneeling in the dirt. She’d stopped wailing when Andrew had threatened to cut her tongue out and Carl had opened his mouth to prove the point. Now she was sniffling quietly, trying to hide a string of pearls in her ample bossom.

Natasha smiled and looked away. She’d stop the boys if they got out of hand, but really, the irritating woman deserved all she got.

“Miss Natasha,” Marley called out, approaching her with a happy grin and a small pine chest under his arm.

“That’s mine!” Lady Rodriguez wailed, getting hushed by her husband.

“Thought you might like this,” Marley said to Natasha kindly, fishing out a long gold chain from his pocket. The links were large and loose and the entire thing jingled when he dropped it into her hands. The pendent was small yet grand on its own scale. I was a sun with a ruby set in the middle. That alone was heavy enough to cause some damage if hurled through the cabin in a fight – Natasha couldn’t help wonder if that’s what Marley had in mind. Holding the pendant in her palm, Natasha felt a smile on her face.

“Thank you, Marley.” she said softly. “It’s beautiful.”

Grinning happily, Marley turned and toddled off, continuing to rob the noble couple blind while the entire compliment of the port’s guards were settled in the ale tent at the festival. Kicking her heel against the fence, Natasha headed for the street, wandering higher up the cobbled road, following her feet more than her eyes. Part of her knew that she should be checking on James and the crew charged with keeping a look out, but her heart wasn’t in it. Running her fingers along the sharp sides of the rubies, she felt the sun press into her skin.

The church was just off to her left, a fine Roman Catholic Church built from gray stone in a twisted, Gothic style. She hesitated, staring at the building safely nestled in its garden of the dead. Not as safe as it might like to think, though, Natasha she had no qualms about raiding the church for a bit of shine, so to speak. She’d never been a Catholic anyway. And she didn’t believe in God now. Grinning, she skipped towards the church, wondering why the others were keeping away. Perhaps they’d simply not noticed it, so intent were they on exacting revenge on Master Rodriguez, the fool who’d dared to put a bounty on the crew of the Ruby Grail. Crossing the threshold she paused to rub the ruby sun, whispering a sweet plea of forgiveness to any body who would listen before she pulled the heavy doors open. They creaked and echoed inside the empty church. Natasha closed them behind her and exhaled softly, feeling the cool air on her skin. At the far end of the hall the pulpit revealed a golden angel spread above the brilliantly decorated bible, cast in the red and gold light coming in from the stained glass window. At the end of each bench there was a gold lion’s head decorating the plain wood. Running her hands over the gold mane, she pulled gently on the head to see how firmly attached they were.

“Ahem!”

She screamed, the rough voice clearing his throat had startled her. Spinning around, she aimed her pistol and saw no one around who could have been her downfall.

“Who’s there?” the voice continued with a definite Spanish accent.

Natasha saw the curtains in the confessional booth shake and felt a smile cross her face. “Father?” she called out, hoping that she was sufficiently disguising her English voice. The fewer people alerted to their presence, the better. She strode towards the booth and took a seat on the hard wooden bench, peering through the dark lattice. “Is that you, Father?”

“Of course, my child, but of course. You, err, startled me.”

Natasha’s mind leapt to terrible conclusions and she bit her hand to keep from sniggering. She had definitely spent too long with Jack. Leaning forwards, she glanced outside the booth, checking that they were definitely alone and that the sun was not too high in the sky. “My apologies, Father,” she drawled, leaning back and closing the curtains. She ran her hand through her long curly red hair, a smile growing on her lips, as she pictured Jack sitting in the next confessional.

“That’s quite all right, my child. Tell me . . . what is your name?”

“You don’t remember me from mass?” she asked, running her fingers along the lattice, her rings twinkling in the light from the small oil lamp outside the confessional. She wondered if he could see her, but it was very dark inside the booth with the burgundy curtains pulled tightly closed, as her mind worked out situations in her devilish little head.

“Uh . . .”

“I sit at the back,” she purred. “For you see, I fear that God does not love me. I have not done many things I am proud of!” Natasha grinned. 'Not many at all...Natasha your in a church !"

“Now why would you think that?”

He had a very nice voice, the Father, low and smooth with that strange Spanish twist. She settled down on her seat and leaned against the far wall so that she could stare at the lattice. Propping one boot up on the bench, she tangled one hand in her hair and rested the other on the hilt of her sword. “Bless me Father, for I have sinned,” she said grinning and trying to hide her growing giggles.

“How could a sweet thing like you possibly have sinned?”

She frowned and her image of this priest suddenly added the aspect of pretty young girls to its mix. She shook her head trying to clear the unwanted images, what would he think of her sweetness if she told him of her sins, her trespasses and her desires? She wouldn’t be to his tastes then. She imagined some poor Spanish lass whimpering as he ran a hand over her cheek. ‘Stop it Natasha, you’re getting carried away with yourself!’ she silently repremanded herself.

“I dream,” she said.

“We all dream, love.”

“My dreams are not sent by God,” she said. They certainly were not. Dreams that had her panting and tossing in her sleep, dreams that Andrew would wake her from with an odd expression on his face. "There of a certain...fellow I happen to know. They err...they are not...of...God !"

“What do you think would happen if the dreams were to continue?”

“I’ve no idea.” She frowned, folding her arms over her tummy. The Father coughed, the noise sounding a little more like a laugh than a tickly throat. “It’s never happened in real life.” She tilted her head to the side, peering through the lattice work at the shadows on the other side. “Father, what should I do? Will God forgive my terrible, terrible sins?” She said trying to sound like a helpless women in distress.

“Not in the slightest. You should Hail Mary till your knees bleed, love.”

“Huh.” Slightly put out, she glowered at the hidden priest.

“But I can give you some advice.”

“Go for it,” she said tentatively. “Though I won’t guarantee you I'll take it.”

“It strikes me that you’re…what you do in a dream, has nothing to do with reality, and if you took in a flame of yours as threatening to your platonic relationship must you need reassuring to ease the mind. I imagine that it would hate for you to be miserable, or caged. . . there for you must-”

She sighed deeply and smiled pushing the curtain aside, quickly stepping around and invading the Father’s side of the booth. Captain Jack Sparrow lazed against the wall, a slightly guilty expression on his face and a black robe over his usual garb. Natasha shook her head and pounced, straddling him on the narrow bench. "Jack love has anyone ever told you that you make absolutly no sense sometimes ?"

“Hello to you to love” he exclaimed, kissing her.

She whacked his shoulder and frowned at the black material under her fingers. “Dare I ask?”

“Well . . .” Jack hesitated, biting his tongue between gold teeth. “It may be wise not to. As seemingly you may not like the answer. ”

“Right,” she nodded, casting a glance at the sun out of the high windows. “Tide will be changing. Time to set sail. Did you get what you came for?” She grinned at him.

Jack smiled at her, his hands settling on her hips and his lips meeting hers for a tender, lusty kiss.

“Oh yes,” he purred when they parted. “I always do, love.” From underneath the robe he pulled out a page of a Bible.

“I see,” Natasha said, not seeing in the slightest what a page from the bible would help him with. "Not that I'm against religion but isn't it wrong for us to be doing...this then ?" She asked nodding to their current position.

“Come on.” He said smirking at her shedding the robe and took her hand. “If we’re quick you might be able to bed your 'fellow' before your sail to Italy.”

“You will never allow me to forget this, will you?” she asked smacking him in the arm, as he grabbed one of the golden lion's head.

“Nope, cause I love watching you squirm!” Jack says kissing her fully on the lips as he opens the church doors. Hand in hand, laden down with gold and treasure they make their way back to the Ruby Grail.

"Yea well, I can do the same to you love !" Natasha said adjusting her sack of gold as they walked down the cobbled steps of the town.

Jack's tattoo was bare to the moonlight as he steered the ship towards Tortuga.They were on their way to stash their treasure in a secret alcove near the port. Natasha walked over to him and traced the edges of it with ringed fingertips. Smiling she looked up at him and bite her lower lip. Leaning back against the Rubies railing next to Jack she closed her eyes and let the breeze wash over her.

"I want to get a tattoo, like yours. I mean not yours but one that will let everyone know who I am just by looking at it !" She said her eyes still closed as she spoke.

"Well love we are going to the best place to get that sort of thing, and I happen to know the perfect lad that could help you !" Jack said moving to let her take over the helm as he stood behind her wrapping his arms around her waist.

"What do you think I should get ? Something original but not to extravagant !" She said leaning back against him as she steared.

"How about a sun like the one on your necklace with something to do with the Ruby in it ." He said kissing her neck softly, using his hand to trace the outline of her necklace to show his meaning.

"I like that idea, I love how they look, I might have to get more than one !" She said smiling and tilting her head to the side giving him more access to her neck.

"Now did I ever tell you how much I love tatoos on women love ?" Jack said as he coninued to kiss her neck.

"Mmm I don't think you have ! Refresh my memory !" Natasha said placing her hand on the wheel trying to pay attention to both Jacks's lips on her neck and her steering.

"Don't mind if I do love !"

Walking the dark streets of Totuga Jack leads Natasha to a small shop off one of the main roads, knocking twice they wait as a small man opens the door and smiles at Jack.

"Ah Captain Sparrow, I was wondering when you'd be back to get another ! What will it be this time ?" The small man asked.

"Ah Springy, its not for me this time mate. Its for this lass here...wants to make a name for herself !" Jack said leading her inside.

"Aye and she wants a beauty like yours aye ? Well love sit down over here and we'll have you all done in no time !" Springy says getting his supplies.

"Don't worry love, he the best in these parts ." Jack said seeing her worried look.

"I'm not worried...just thinking !" Natasha said sitting down on a bench next to a table with various tools and little ink pots. Jack stood behind her and smiled as he watched her look around the shop at the many different things all around. When Springy walked back in, she tensed slightly and Jack placed his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them softly.

"Now..where do you want it love ?" Springy asked sitting across from his, picking up his pins.

"On my right forearm...right in the middle I think !" She said turning to look at Jack, who smiled and nodded his approval.

"Alright is there a specific design you would like !" Springy asked. Natasha started to say she didn't really know when , Jack nodded and walked over to Springy's desk and started drawing on a peice of parchment. When he was done he looked at it and smiled at it handing it to Springy.

"Ah..yes I believe I can do that." Springy said smiling and nodding placing it next to him for refrence. Taking Natasha's other hand Jack distracted her with random kisses and reassuring words. After about a half hour to and hour Springy wiped away access blood and ink and proclaimed he was finished. Turning back to look at her arm Natasha gasped and smiled careful not to touch it as she traced the outline of it. She looked at Jack knowling that he was the one who drew out the design for it, she pulled him down with her good arm and kissed her passionatly. Pulling back she whispered thank you and smiled.

"Your welcome love, anything for my girl !" Jack said dropping a couple gold coins on the table for Springy.

"Since when am I any mans girl ?" Natasha teased Jack as she turned to Springy. "Thank you so much, it's absolutly gorgeus. I have to come back to you for my next one !" Natasha said standing up, grabbing her hat and sword. Following Jack out of the tattoo parlor.

"How about a celebatory round a the Rusty Anchor to celebrate ?" Jack asked leading the way.

"Absolutly !" Was all Natasha said as they made there way through the crowded streets of Tortuga towards the tavern to drink the night away.

A/N: I have a bloody amazing idea and yea also cause im the boss ! lol Yea I might be skipping around into the past like I did for this chapter. Depends if I get an idea for another one, or no. I did leave alot to the imagination for their past. So I might as well fill it in.