Caribbean Hybrid

Title: Caribbean Hybrid
Chapter Author: Wickedswanz (Desiring Pirates & Wickedswanz)
Disclaimer: We don’t own Jack Sparrow or any of the other characters. All hail the Mouse.
Summary: Jack Sparrow has a rather furry problem, and finding out that the beautiful Elizabeth Swan is now unattached is just going to really ruffle the matter.
Rating: R for sex and violence (Ah come on!)
Warnings: Violence, sparrabeth sex, and possibly some filthy werewolf sex later he he he

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“Errm …Jack…” Mr Gibbs said timidly as he gently shook the Captain’s shoulder.

Jack growled and rolled over, “What is it man! Can’t you see I’m busy?” The sand felt rough and pleasant beneath his bare back and he felt himself sink back into sleep, only to be disturbed again.

“Yeah Capt’n I can see that…” Mr Gibbs cleared his throat, “And err that’s the problem”

Jack barked out a laugh keeping his eyes firmly shut, “Come now Gibby-boy, you’ve seen me Thomas before.” He stretched his hands up high and then rested his upper arms underneath his head, “Don’t tell me you’re getting all girly on me lad.” Jack laughed again.

“Ah, Hmm ha ha that’s a mighty funny one there Capt’n”, Gibbs rubbed the back of his neck, desperately trying to find the right words, “The problem is…I’m not the only one ‘ere”

One eye flicked open, and widened as it took in the 4 women standing less then 20 ft away. “Ah” he said and pushed himself to his feet. With a roguish grin he looked at the women and placed his hands firmly on his hips. Naked and proud he waved, “Well good morning there”

The women gasped and walked briskly in the opposite direction.

“Works every time mate”, Jack grinned and leaned towards Gibbs as he spoke.

“Yes Capt’n, remembering of course that we are s’posed to be keeping’ a low profile” Gibbs handed Jack a pile of clothes, which Jack took and studied curiously.

“These aren’t mine” he looked sharply at his first mate, “You ‘aven’t lost my hat have ye?”

“No! ‘course not, I just recon that if you want to go looking for that book here in Port Royal you’d be better to fit in.”

Jack held up the britches, “Where did you come across these then?”

“I went a wanderin’ by the smithy to give me regards to Mr Turner early this morning.” Gibbs tried to ignore Jack’s glare as he continued, “Anyway he wasn’t there, but I found these, so I swiped ‘em”

“Borrowed! Borrowed Mr Gibbs”, Jack waved his hand in the air as he spoke then proceeded to put on the clothes. “These smell funny” he grumbled.

“That’s because their clean Capt’n”

The book was called Madam Grellita’s Book of Mystical Gems. A rare gem in itself with only 5 copies made and three thought to still be in existence. And one in particular right here in Port Royal. Within it’s old brown pages was information about a certain Gem, the Gem of Garou, said to hold properties that could help a man control his beast.

Jack Sparrow had been attacked by, what he had thought was a wild dog, back when he was a boy. That theory stayed until the first full moon when he changed for the first time. Expelled from his homeland and disowned by his family, he’d scourged the seas for a cure to the beastly infliction. But none had been found.

Over time he came to enjoy the extra freedom that the curse brought to him once a month. For two nights a month he got to remove his clothing and let his inner beast take control. But when he woke he never remembered anything. What’s the fun of possessing a door to pure freedom if he could never remember it in the morning? Thus the need for the gem.

The Coat was a little tight across his shoulders, but this merely amused Jack as he strutted through the town square. His hair was wound up and tucked into the large hat that had come with the suit, and the suit was a deep mahogany shade. Jack liked the feel of it under his hands as he straitened here and adjusted there.

But all his fidgeting stopped when he caught sight of the fine lady making her way down a set of concrete steps and into the square. The space around her seemed to light up as she walked. Elizabeth Swan wore a long frilly white dress and a large matching hat. Her long blond hair was down and curled over her shoulder.

Jack watched for a time as the sun sparkled and danced in her hair, then his eyes wandered down her dress. He imagined running his hands over the material before ripping it apart to taste the sweet flesh underneath. He imagined running his tongue up her smooth abdomen and kissing those full, firm…

Jack suddenly noticed that she was looking right back at him. Her head tipped slightly to the side as she observed him. He knew the second she recognized him. Her eyes lit up and the strangest smile touched her lips. But as fast as he had seen her reaction it was gone and her face was stern as she walked briskly towards him.

“Jack!” Elizabeth hissed at him, “What the bloody hell are you doing here?”

“Why Miss Swan”, Jack stumbled back in mock shock. He placed his arm over his eyes and rocked slightly from side to side in a obviously fake swoon. “Such language will get you in trouble luv”. His roguish grin was back as he bowed.

“Stop that you fool”, she grabbed his arm and pulled him roughly into one of the back streets and along a brick tunnel till they were well out of site. “We risked our lives to save you and this is how you repay us?”

Jack looked into her angry eyes and enjoyed the flecks of light that reflected from them. She really was a beauty when she was angry.

He leaned forward slightly, “I knew you’d miss me,” he said as he moved his lips close to hers. So close he could have kissed her. He closed his eyes briefly as he took in her sweet smell, “Just a little.”

Jack felt her tremble and heard her gasp. He grinned, enjoying her response to his closeness.

“Stop this.” she whispered and it was barely audible.

He moved his head to speak into her other ear, “I would have thought that dear William would be here by now to save your honour.”

“My relations with Mr Turner are none of your business”

To Jack’s surprise, she pushed him back then looked down to straighten her dress. She took her time adjusting her hat while Jack performed a rather sad imitation of a bored yawn. At length she raised her eyes again to meet his.

“Oh!” Jack spread his arms wide, “You’re ready then?”

Elizabeth kept her steely look in place, giving away nothing to Jack’s great vexation.

“Alright, I’ll be straight with ye. I’m looking for a book. A very special book, that I think could help me with my very special problem…Savvy”

“A book”, her words dripped with disbelief, “You came back here and risked the noose again for a book?”

“A special book” he pointed out, “Tell ye what, you help me find my book and I’ll be out of ye hair faster then you can blink” he raised his hand, palm up, “What do you say?”

Elizabeth took a deep breath, “Do you have any idea where we should start looking?”

“Ah that I do luv,” he grinned and leaned closer, “That I do.”