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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
11
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1,672
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1
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stowaway again
Suddenly a hand too delicate and pale to be that of any pirate or sailor reached searchingly above the hull ladder, James gasped and fell to his knees looking over the edge to find a struggling Elizabeth. “Miss Swan!” He exclaimed as he leaned far over reaching around her waist to help her to the deck. Her skirts encumbered her as she scuttled to aid his endeavor, the two were awkwardly and exhilaratingly close when Will helped by pulling her up and out of the Commodore’s clumsy embrace. He continued looking down at the water below. There was no other boat but the powder keg—the powder keg was open and without powder. How did a woman of good breeding become such a rogue? James would have been exasperated with her for sneakily making it harder to keep her safe but…
James was momentarily distracted by how close she had been, her scent, the weight of her body pressed against his, the trust in her eyes as he held her in her precarious position. He shook his head as if his thoughts could be cleared out of his mind like water from his ears after a swim in the Caribbean seas. He was little in need of the reminder he saw as the two embraced. The realization that privateering would make piracy a legal pursuit for Jack Sparrow and Will Turner made him feel slightly ill.
A knobby legged pirated came up to the uneasy looking party of Marines, “Captain requests the pleasure of turning over the French ship to you, we’ve rafted the two and the Captain is makin’ himself comfy in the Captain’s quarters ov’r there.” He slurred greatly clutching yet another bottle of wine.
Will’s gaze followed his “We found that the ship was carrying the noveau batch of vino! Finest new wine of the season all the way from France, it must have been making a short trip between different islands of the French Indies, can we offer some to your men?” With bottle in hand he made a sweeping gesture at the crate filled with sawdust and bottles of wine, the other hand was holding Elizabeth tightly, perhaps Norrington mused for balance.
“No, men, stay here and keep watch” James said, he looked to Elizabeth and Will. “Mr. Turner you came to the Black Pearl of your own volition and on your own power, but Ms. Swan I must insist that you stay with me as you are here under specious circumstances and as the commodore of the boat you stowed away on I am beholden to provide for your safety.” His tone left little room to argue although Elizabeth had a resolute look as she began to open her mouth in protest. He stopped her. “Your friend Captain Jack Sparrow will no doubt be wanting to see you too- if you don’t faint with the effort of crossing the rafted ships that is.” James had goaded her just enough for her to leave Will swigging from a newly opened bottle of wine and to make the wobbly approach to the French ship.
James wasted no time as he hoisted the Union Jack high on the Ship and he smiled with pleasure as the HMS Skirmish immediately started moving to the side of the French ship. The deck had been newly painted but the wood was wormy and the sails looked as though they were threadbare from too many storms. The hold was open and he looked down to find case after case of wine, hardly even any room for crew’s quarters. Elizabeth was watching Will with beaming eyes as he danced a jig with some of the Pearl’s crew. He felt anew the pain that he had on Sparrow’s execution day when he had asked her where her heart lay. Not with him.
A voice interrupted his reverie of longing and pain “Welcome aboard Commodore…Miss Swan, charmed to see you too, as certain as my name is Captain Jack Sparrow.” He glanced at Elizabeth from head to toe and toe to head again, lingering in all of the softer curvier places. It was a look that made James feel indecent for her and jealous of him for being free to look at her that way. “Love, you look awfully bundled in all those layers, really just a shift suited you the last time we spent the night alone together, why not now?”
“Mr. Sparrow!” Elizabeth’s tone was firm but not unfriendly in playful indignation. James put his hand to the hilt of his sword.
“No, chap, now none of that, remember Commodore, we’re on the same side now. Let’s all go share a cordial meal and a nice drink, so that there might be more cordiality in the drinking and the being on the same side now.” He gestured to the captain’s ward room with a table magnificently set.
James was momentarily distracted by how close she had been, her scent, the weight of her body pressed against his, the trust in her eyes as he held her in her precarious position. He shook his head as if his thoughts could be cleared out of his mind like water from his ears after a swim in the Caribbean seas. He was little in need of the reminder he saw as the two embraced. The realization that privateering would make piracy a legal pursuit for Jack Sparrow and Will Turner made him feel slightly ill.
A knobby legged pirated came up to the uneasy looking party of Marines, “Captain requests the pleasure of turning over the French ship to you, we’ve rafted the two and the Captain is makin’ himself comfy in the Captain’s quarters ov’r there.” He slurred greatly clutching yet another bottle of wine.
Will’s gaze followed his “We found that the ship was carrying the noveau batch of vino! Finest new wine of the season all the way from France, it must have been making a short trip between different islands of the French Indies, can we offer some to your men?” With bottle in hand he made a sweeping gesture at the crate filled with sawdust and bottles of wine, the other hand was holding Elizabeth tightly, perhaps Norrington mused for balance.
“No, men, stay here and keep watch” James said, he looked to Elizabeth and Will. “Mr. Turner you came to the Black Pearl of your own volition and on your own power, but Ms. Swan I must insist that you stay with me as you are here under specious circumstances and as the commodore of the boat you stowed away on I am beholden to provide for your safety.” His tone left little room to argue although Elizabeth had a resolute look as she began to open her mouth in protest. He stopped her. “Your friend Captain Jack Sparrow will no doubt be wanting to see you too- if you don’t faint with the effort of crossing the rafted ships that is.” James had goaded her just enough for her to leave Will swigging from a newly opened bottle of wine and to make the wobbly approach to the French ship.
James wasted no time as he hoisted the Union Jack high on the Ship and he smiled with pleasure as the HMS Skirmish immediately started moving to the side of the French ship. The deck had been newly painted but the wood was wormy and the sails looked as though they were threadbare from too many storms. The hold was open and he looked down to find case after case of wine, hardly even any room for crew’s quarters. Elizabeth was watching Will with beaming eyes as he danced a jig with some of the Pearl’s crew. He felt anew the pain that he had on Sparrow’s execution day when he had asked her where her heart lay. Not with him.
A voice interrupted his reverie of longing and pain “Welcome aboard Commodore…Miss Swan, charmed to see you too, as certain as my name is Captain Jack Sparrow.” He glanced at Elizabeth from head to toe and toe to head again, lingering in all of the softer curvier places. It was a look that made James feel indecent for her and jealous of him for being free to look at her that way. “Love, you look awfully bundled in all those layers, really just a shift suited you the last time we spent the night alone together, why not now?”
“Mr. Sparrow!” Elizabeth’s tone was firm but not unfriendly in playful indignation. James put his hand to the hilt of his sword.
“No, chap, now none of that, remember Commodore, we’re on the same side now. Let’s all go share a cordial meal and a nice drink, so that there might be more cordiality in the drinking and the being on the same side now.” He gestured to the captain’s ward room with a table magnificently set.