To Catch A Sparrow And Free A Heart
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,694
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Drink Up Me Hearties Yo Ho!
Drink Up Me Hearties Yo Ho!
As the beautiful sun set on an adventurous day there could be heard much singing and ruckus from a small stone house on a magical island. When there wasn’t singing there was laughing and when there wasn’t that there were loud retellings of stories that had long ago been over told. The two occupants in the house were soon too drunk to care how many times a tale had been told or how many times that particular joke had lost its edge. Between the two of them they went through a fourth of the case of rum.
“Look, Jacky...ye’ve had some....*hic* hard times true! But yer at least *hic* free to have ‘em!” Slurred Illona as she swayed in her seat which was an interesting thing to see seeing as how she was sitting in a winged back chair.
“Free...yah...free. Ye know, the Pearl...my Black Pearl...that’s freedom! If she’d come I’d ye...the beautiful blackness of my Pearl that is.” Said Jack who was swaying just as much as Illona only he wasn’t punctuating his words with hic-ups. “An’ don’ call me Jacky!”
“Yer in my house! I’ll be callin’ ye what *hic* I want!” Retorted Illona before taking another swig of rum.
“Nah, ye be callin’ me Captain Jack Sparrow! Or I’ll not be lettin’ ye come with me on me ship!” Jack took another drink without thinking about what he had just said. Illona thought about it though and felt tears prick at her eyes.
“Ye’d have me with ye...I’d be happy to go...but I fear I’m stuck on this island.” She held back and hid the tears well enough.
“What keeps ye here? Sailors who need ya? Let them find what they need without ya here and then you can come with ol’ Jack. Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be alone...lonely...lonesome....Aw dove don’t cry! Jack will make it better! I promise, ye come with me and have a fine time then I’ll deliver ya safe an’ sound back here after...oh say a year. Yer immortal, what’s a year?” Jack was now on his knees before Illona who was finding it harder and hard to stop crying. She couldn’t go with him...could she?
Just then a very frustrated Jack, who never did like to see a woman cry, decided to do something about it and kissed her soundly on the lips. At first it was just to stem the flow of tears and to stop an argument but then...but then the taste of her lips flooded his rum fogged mine. They tasted of honey, and rum. Her sent was of jasmine and musk. He had never been this close to her before but now he wish he had done this earlier.
Illona wasn’t left out of the overwhelming sensations by any means. The world was reduced to Jack and herself. He tasted of the sweet rum, of some spice like cinnamon and of the sea. He smelled as if he wrapped himself in the origins of his taste and she loved it. It coursed through her igniting her blood. She was the one to deepen the kiss but it was his hand that went a wondering.
“Oh Jack...I want to go with ye, I want live truly live. Do you promise to take me with you?” Illona begged after the kiss broke. Their eyes met and Jack could deny her nothing.
“On my word as a pirate luv, you will join me in adventure on me ship.” He swore. Overjoyed Illona pulled Jack into a dizzying dance around the living room. So dizzying in fact that Illona collapsed in a fit of giggles before the rum took its last toll of the night and she passed out. With a sigh Jack gathered her in his arms and tucked her into her bed grumbling about ‘not yet nymphs’ who couldn’t hold there rum and therefore could willing join him in his bed. Jack tucked himself in with the kiss still lingering on his lips and her taste on her tongue.
As the beautiful sun set on an adventurous day there could be heard much singing and ruckus from a small stone house on a magical island. When there wasn’t singing there was laughing and when there wasn’t that there were loud retellings of stories that had long ago been over told. The two occupants in the house were soon too drunk to care how many times a tale had been told or how many times that particular joke had lost its edge. Between the two of them they went through a fourth of the case of rum.
“Look, Jacky...ye’ve had some....*hic* hard times true! But yer at least *hic* free to have ‘em!” Slurred Illona as she swayed in her seat which was an interesting thing to see seeing as how she was sitting in a winged back chair.
“Free...yah...free. Ye know, the Pearl...my Black Pearl...that’s freedom! If she’d come I’d ye...the beautiful blackness of my Pearl that is.” Said Jack who was swaying just as much as Illona only he wasn’t punctuating his words with hic-ups. “An’ don’ call me Jacky!”
“Yer in my house! I’ll be callin’ ye what *hic* I want!” Retorted Illona before taking another swig of rum.
“Nah, ye be callin’ me Captain Jack Sparrow! Or I’ll not be lettin’ ye come with me on me ship!” Jack took another drink without thinking about what he had just said. Illona thought about it though and felt tears prick at her eyes.
“Ye’d have me with ye...I’d be happy to go...but I fear I’m stuck on this island.” She held back and hid the tears well enough.
“What keeps ye here? Sailors who need ya? Let them find what they need without ya here and then you can come with ol’ Jack. Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be alone...lonely...lonesome....Aw dove don’t cry! Jack will make it better! I promise, ye come with me and have a fine time then I’ll deliver ya safe an’ sound back here after...oh say a year. Yer immortal, what’s a year?” Jack was now on his knees before Illona who was finding it harder and hard to stop crying. She couldn’t go with him...could she?
Just then a very frustrated Jack, who never did like to see a woman cry, decided to do something about it and kissed her soundly on the lips. At first it was just to stem the flow of tears and to stop an argument but then...but then the taste of her lips flooded his rum fogged mine. They tasted of honey, and rum. Her sent was of jasmine and musk. He had never been this close to her before but now he wish he had done this earlier.
Illona wasn’t left out of the overwhelming sensations by any means. The world was reduced to Jack and herself. He tasted of the sweet rum, of some spice like cinnamon and of the sea. He smelled as if he wrapped himself in the origins of his taste and she loved it. It coursed through her igniting her blood. She was the one to deepen the kiss but it was his hand that went a wondering.
“Oh Jack...I want to go with ye, I want live truly live. Do you promise to take me with you?” Illona begged after the kiss broke. Their eyes met and Jack could deny her nothing.
“On my word as a pirate luv, you will join me in adventure on me ship.” He swore. Overjoyed Illona pulled Jack into a dizzying dance around the living room. So dizzying in fact that Illona collapsed in a fit of giggles before the rum took its last toll of the night and she passed out. With a sigh Jack gathered her in his arms and tucked her into her bed grumbling about ‘not yet nymphs’ who couldn’t hold there rum and therefore could willing join him in his bed. Jack tucked himself in with the kiss still lingering on his lips and her taste on her tongue.