How to Love a Ghost
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,122
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 3: A Short Interlude
A/N: Sorry this took so long, and sorry it's so short.... I've been so uninspired, it's ridiculous. And annoying. I'm sorry...
Chapter 3:
Thirteen nights passed. Everyone aboard the Flying Dutchman waited anxiously for the woman’s next appearance. Now that they knew she was solid, they were less afraid of her, but still wary. As the sun began to crawl towards the surface of the sea, the clouds cleared, and the waves calmed. It was almost time.
The captain of the ship emerged from his cabin, his hard gaze sweeping the deck. Several crew members were sprawled out on the deck, clearly drunk. Their ridiculous giggles and sounds quickly agitated him, and he limped over to the delirious men. Hauling two of the men to their feet, he shoved them in the direction of the stairs leading below.
“Get down there and collect yourselves! I’ll have none of this nonsense in the presence of a guest.” Davy watched them practically fall down the stairs, and sighed agitatedly.
The two who remained were not as drunk, and at the sight of their captain, sobered up quickly. As his eyes fell on them, they snapped up to attention, and waited for his orders. Davy’s tentacles began to writhe. He didn’t want to deal with anyone right now.
“Get out of my sight,” he barked. They spun and scampered away, disappearing into the nooks of the boat.
Several tentacles rose and pressed into his temples. A hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned his head to see Palifico standing behind him. An expression of understanding was etched into his face, or what was left of it.
“Captain, all of this stress over a mere girl?” His deep rough voice washed over the tall Scot, and he relaxed slightly.
“Aye, Palifico. But this girl, she is more than she appears, clearly… Since that last night she was here, she has plagued my mind constantly!”
Davy shrugged his bodyguard’s hand off of his shoulder, and stalked to the railing of the ship. Bracing his hand and his claw on the wood, he glared at the moon hovering above the surface of the ocean.
“Her eyes haunt me, Captain.” Palifico sidled up next to him. “Their glow is unnatural, and the way she looks at us, it is almost as if she knows something about us that even we don’t know ourselves.”
Davy looked at the tall coral-like man looking at the moon beside him. He shut his eyes and straightened to his full height.
“She knows no more about us then we know about ‘er. When I touched ‘er, she was as surprised as myself.” His tentacle finger curled around his wrist, and he remembered the way she felt pressed against him. A brief shudder ran through him, and he frowned. He hadn’t had a woman in a very long time…
Palifico leaned away from the railing, and turned to face his captain, studying the older man’s face. His brows were knit together, and his tentacles slid against each other sensually. Clearly, he was reliving some memory. This was a private moment, and Palifico moved away from the tall Scotsman. He melted into the wall of the ship, and disappeared.
Davy felt the other man’s presence vanish, and he allowed himself to indulge further in his fantasy as he made his way back to his cabin.
Her warmth, the softness of her skin, it haunted him, and he imagined her slowly removing her bodice and dress, and exposing more of it to his appreciative gaze. He entered his cabin and shut the door, leaning against it and removing his hat and coat. Limping to the organ bench, he sat heavily and shut his eyes again.
Her face, thin, with high cheekbones, and her thin pale lips, appeared to him, and he imagined her smiling as she knelt before him, to undo the buttons of his breeches, and move the cloth aside, and slide her warm, soft hands along his hard and aching…
“Captain! She’s ‘ere!”
Davy’s eyes snapped open, and he stood quickly, the shouts from the crew bringing him back to reality. A wicked smirk crept onto his face as he slid his coat and hat back on. He slammed the door open, startling everyone on the deck, including their ghostly visitor.
She stood on the deck, several swords pointed towards her, facing the captain and looking for all the world like a little girl who had just broken her favorite toy. Her eyes widened as they fell on him, and his smirk grew.
“Miss Wilson! Welcome back to our humble ship.” He bowed before her mockingly, sweeping his hat off and bending ridiculously low.
The crew laughed, and she blushed, fiddling with a stray bit of lace on her dress. Davy felt himself harden slightly at her embarrassment, wondering how red she would turn if he bent her over and fucked her senseless in front of the crew.
Chapter 3:
Thirteen nights passed. Everyone aboard the Flying Dutchman waited anxiously for the woman’s next appearance. Now that they knew she was solid, they were less afraid of her, but still wary. As the sun began to crawl towards the surface of the sea, the clouds cleared, and the waves calmed. It was almost time.
The captain of the ship emerged from his cabin, his hard gaze sweeping the deck. Several crew members were sprawled out on the deck, clearly drunk. Their ridiculous giggles and sounds quickly agitated him, and he limped over to the delirious men. Hauling two of the men to their feet, he shoved them in the direction of the stairs leading below.
“Get down there and collect yourselves! I’ll have none of this nonsense in the presence of a guest.” Davy watched them practically fall down the stairs, and sighed agitatedly.
The two who remained were not as drunk, and at the sight of their captain, sobered up quickly. As his eyes fell on them, they snapped up to attention, and waited for his orders. Davy’s tentacles began to writhe. He didn’t want to deal with anyone right now.
“Get out of my sight,” he barked. They spun and scampered away, disappearing into the nooks of the boat.
Several tentacles rose and pressed into his temples. A hand fell on his shoulder, and he turned his head to see Palifico standing behind him. An expression of understanding was etched into his face, or what was left of it.
“Captain, all of this stress over a mere girl?” His deep rough voice washed over the tall Scot, and he relaxed slightly.
“Aye, Palifico. But this girl, she is more than she appears, clearly… Since that last night she was here, she has plagued my mind constantly!”
Davy shrugged his bodyguard’s hand off of his shoulder, and stalked to the railing of the ship. Bracing his hand and his claw on the wood, he glared at the moon hovering above the surface of the ocean.
“Her eyes haunt me, Captain.” Palifico sidled up next to him. “Their glow is unnatural, and the way she looks at us, it is almost as if she knows something about us that even we don’t know ourselves.”
Davy looked at the tall coral-like man looking at the moon beside him. He shut his eyes and straightened to his full height.
“She knows no more about us then we know about ‘er. When I touched ‘er, she was as surprised as myself.” His tentacle finger curled around his wrist, and he remembered the way she felt pressed against him. A brief shudder ran through him, and he frowned. He hadn’t had a woman in a very long time…
Palifico leaned away from the railing, and turned to face his captain, studying the older man’s face. His brows were knit together, and his tentacles slid against each other sensually. Clearly, he was reliving some memory. This was a private moment, and Palifico moved away from the tall Scotsman. He melted into the wall of the ship, and disappeared.
Davy felt the other man’s presence vanish, and he allowed himself to indulge further in his fantasy as he made his way back to his cabin.
Her warmth, the softness of her skin, it haunted him, and he imagined her slowly removing her bodice and dress, and exposing more of it to his appreciative gaze. He entered his cabin and shut the door, leaning against it and removing his hat and coat. Limping to the organ bench, he sat heavily and shut his eyes again.
Her face, thin, with high cheekbones, and her thin pale lips, appeared to him, and he imagined her smiling as she knelt before him, to undo the buttons of his breeches, and move the cloth aside, and slide her warm, soft hands along his hard and aching…
“Captain! She’s ‘ere!”
Davy’s eyes snapped open, and he stood quickly, the shouts from the crew bringing him back to reality. A wicked smirk crept onto his face as he slid his coat and hat back on. He slammed the door open, startling everyone on the deck, including their ghostly visitor.
She stood on the deck, several swords pointed towards her, facing the captain and looking for all the world like a little girl who had just broken her favorite toy. Her eyes widened as they fell on him, and his smirk grew.
“Miss Wilson! Welcome back to our humble ship.” He bowed before her mockingly, sweeping his hat off and bending ridiculously low.
The crew laughed, and she blushed, fiddling with a stray bit of lace on her dress. Davy felt himself harden slightly at her embarrassment, wondering how red she would turn if he bent her over and fucked her senseless in front of the crew.