Revenge

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Jack woke up slowly, his limbs still heavy and tired. Sunlight streamed into the cabin with annoying brilliance. Jack groaned and rubbed his eyes with his left hand. He looked to his right and grinned. Aeryn’s long blonde hair was strewn over his arm, her head nested in the crook of his shoulder. He lazily trailed his fingers up her smooth back.

Aeryn’s naked arm was draped over Jack’s stomach, her heavy even breathing telling him she was still sleeping deeply. He was not surprised after the rendezvous they partook only a few hours previously. Jack studied her upturned face; full pink lips which were soft to kiss, a straight nose which flared into a smooth high forehead and perfectly arched golden brows above her closed lids that hid those startlingly green eyes.

Jack traced her plump lower lip with a dirty finger and was tempted to kiss her but didn’t. He remembered her stern words from just a few nights ago. I wouldn’t share a bed with you if my very life and soul depended on it that’s what she had said. Jack smiled smugly. Well, he thought, no woman could resist the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

He gently pulled his arm out from under Aeryn’s head and flexed it. He felt a greater flow of blood rush to his arm and sighed at the tingling feeling in his fingers. He swung his legs out of bed and stretched his back out before standing and walking over to his cupboard. He pulled out a pair of coffee coloured breeches. Jack was tying them to his waist when he heard hurried footsteps approaching his cabin. Jack turned sharply as the cabin door burst open nosily.

Gibbs stumbled into the Captain’s cabin loudly panting heavily as if he had just run a marathon. His greasy hair was askew and his tanned skin dirty. Spotting Jack he advanced into the cabin stopping near the desk. Jack finished tying his breeches quickly.

“Capt’n! There has been a prisoner escape! The brig has been, oh…” Gibbs trailed off taking in the scene around him. Jack who was wearing nothing but his breeches and the tumble of yellow hair strewn across the mattress. Jack saw Gibbs’ eyes trail up the milky skin of Aeryn’s back and to her small rounded bottom which had been exposed when Jack had gotten out of bed. Jack felt a sudden rush of possession and walked over to his bed and tugged the sheet up to Aeryn’s waist.

“Clearly Mr. Gibbs there has been no prisoner escape,” Jack drawled, reaching behind him to grab a clean shirt. Gibbs shifted his weight from foot to foot before mumbling something incomprehensible. He backed out of the room quickly closing the wooden door with a smart click. Jack sighed. He gave Gibbs maybe ten minutes before the whole crew knew that Aeryn was in his cabin.

Jack finished dressing quickly and gathered up Aeryn’s forgotten weapons. Tucking them under his arm, his eyes fell on the emerald green dress that lay in a heap at the foot of his bed. He felt a small tingle of excitement as he remembered pulling that dress of Aeryn’s body. With a wicked grin he picked up the dress strode toward the cabin door and locked it from the outside.

*

The smoke was suffocating. Aeryn stumbled in the grey darkness. People where screaming everywhere. Crying. Begging. She could taste ash and the salty metallic tang of blood in her throat. She spat and trusting her feet in the once familiar streets she surged forward. The ground was hard and rough underneath her naked feet and her hands were bleeding. A shrill scream made her turn but she could see nothing. She could smell the awful stench of human flesh. Roasting. The ground was gone. Darkness was everywhere.

“Aeryn!”

Her mother voice. Her father was yelling, his voice hoarse and barley loud enough to be heard. The darkness of the void pressed into Aeryn from all sides. She couldn’t breathe!

“Mother!”

*

Aeryn sat up with a jolt. Sweat beaded on her brow and her breathing was fast and uneven. She raised a shaking hand to her face and rubbed her eyes furiously. Hers eyes stung as if the smoke from her nightmare was still about to distress her. It took a moment for Aeryn to realise where she was.

The room was full of sunlight and cluttered with strange objects. The Captain’s cabin. Aeryn remembered with sudden clarity the events of the night before and groaned. The bed she lay in was warm and soft. And empty. Aeryn turned to see that Jack had not waited for her to rise. She snorted. She reached down to the floor to find that blasted green dress. Her silver necklace swung wildly with the movement.

Her hand found warm decking and a thick red rug but not the silky soft touch of the Captain’s dress. Aeryn looked over the edge of the bed and cursed. Nothing. Why was her clothing always going missing on this cursed ship? She sighed and pulled the sheet out from the bed and wrapped it round her body. She clambered out of the bed with about as much grace as a blind frog. She noticed instantly that her weapons were gone. She walked over to the exit quickly and tried the handle. Locked.

“Tricky, tricky Mr. Sparrow,” she muttered under her breath. Aeryn noticed a skinny door to the right, just next to the main entrance of the cabin. She stepped over to it and pushed it open. A second room was behind the door and much smaller than the main cabin. A long shelf filled with an array of bottles and boxes shone on her right and ran along the length of the room to a window under which a large wooden bathtub sat.

Aeryn ignored the uninteresting items cluttered on the shelf and made her way to the tub. It was full of lukewarm water. Clean lukewarm water. A long white bathing sheet was draped around the edges of the tub to prevent the bather from getting a nasty splinter up their backside. Aeryn turned and shut the door quickly and dropped the sheet. She didn’t care if Sparrow walked in on her; nothing was going to stop her from getting into that bath.

She stepped into the tepid water and sighed as it snaked up her back. She dipped her head under the water gracefully. She spied a small comb on the windowsill next to her and picked it up. She wet it and pulled it through her hair working out the knots and grit. The clean water felt like heaven on her sore, bruised body. An angry red welt was present on her wrists from the irons she had been forced to wear the past four days. The skull pendant rested just below the water line.

The water was ebbing way the horror of her nightmare. She had the same nightmare over and over every night for almost nine years. It never changed but it never grew any easier to live with. Aeryn sighed and pulled the comb through the last section of her hair and replaced it on the sill. Her parents would hate her for what happened last night. She shifted her weight and pulled that uncomfortable thought out of her head to deal with later.

Sparrow has been my enemy for nine years, she mused, and the one chance I had to kill him I fell into his bed instead! Aeryn felt her cheeks grow warm at the though of bedding the Captain again. She could almost feel his rough hands on her body. Her pink nipples hardened and she bit her lower lip. There was no denying the fact that her body certainly wanted Jack Sparrows skilled touch.

No, she shook her head clearing away those lust filled thoughts, I have to think of a way to escape this cabin and get off this ship. Aeryn sighed and shifted her weight again. She opened her eyes and looked out of the small round window above the bath. Blue sky on blue ocean. Endless stretching blue.

Do I have to kill him in order to extract my revenge, Aeryn’s traitor brain asked. Aeryn found that she could no longer answer that question as easily as she could of just a week ago. She fingered the small silver skull longing for some kind of guidance and got nothing. She let loose a small frustrated groan and smushed the heels of her palms into her eyes making little fire works of colour explode behind her closed lids. She decided to abandon her inner turmoil for the time being.

Aeryn soaked in the tub until the water finally became too cold for her to stay in any longer and pulled her self out. She wrapped the discarded bed sheet back around her and spying a long black ribbon she twisted her hair up, with practiced ease, into and rough but serviceable knot at the back of her head. Pushing the water off her arms she turned her attention to the array of bottles on the shelf.

Aeryn picked up a little rounded glass bottle and opened it. She sniffed at it and found it to hold a warm, spicy scent. Another one had a clean, light smell that made her think of the Jack. He had smelt clean and fresh last night. She put the bottle back quickly, ignoring the sudden rush of desire between her legs.

A small dull silver mirror lay on it back and she picked it up. She looked at her refection for a moment but did not really recognise the person staring back at her. Where her eyes always so cold and her skin that pale? She shoved the mirror back onto the shelf and snatched up the first thing that came to hand. A silver bottle that matched the mirror. Small elegant carvings of veiled women were on the body of the bottle. The lips flared out dramatically and the stopper was placed unevenly as though it had just been used.

Aeryn pulled the lid off to reveal a long silver rod coming out from the base of the stopper, reaching into the bottle. The end was covered in a sticky black paste. Kohl. Aeryn laughed at looked at the small hand held mirror. Oh the vanity of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow, she mused. She replaced the bottle of kohl and made her way back into the cabin.

It was just as empty as before. She made her way over to the cabinet. She would be damned if she was going to stay in this sheet all day. Aeryn pulled open the doors and snatched the first shirt she saw. She pulled it over her head quickly and tossed the now wet sheet onto the floor. The shirt was far too big; the sleeves coming over her hands and the bottom round her thighs. Aeryn pushed the sleeves up to her forearms and lent into the cupboard selecting a clean pair of black breeches.

She stepped into them and did them up as tight as she could. The men’s pants were too large for her slender frame so she picked up a red and white sash on the floor of the cabinet and tied it round her waist. Perfect, she thought to her self. At least now she could walk without the breeches ending up round her ankles. She looked round the cabin to see if another exit might suddenly present itself. The only way in or out appeared to be the locked door at the front of the room.

“And I don’t even have a bloody hair pin this time,” Aeryn grumbled to herself. She pulled out a chair from Jack’s desk and sat down. She tugged open a drawer. Maps and navigational tools. The second contained a half-empty bottle of rum, which she quickly snatched up. She pulled the cork off and tried the third and last drawer. Locked.

Aeryn sighed and took a swig of the stolen rum. She coughed and spluttered at the taste. This rum was wickedly strong. Her head spun a little as she took as second long slug. She stood and examined a large map on the desk in front of her. The marking made by Sparrow told her that The Pearl was heading toward Tortuga. Perhaps I can escape once we make port, Aeryn wondered. She had a sudden wild fantasy of stepping off The Pearl, her hand in the crook of Jack’s arm and women scowling jealously at her good fortune of snagging such a handsome pirate captain. She drained the rest of Jack’s rum in four large gulps.

She giggled to herself aloud. More likely she’d have to jump off the side of the ship and swim for shore arriving salty, wrinkled and definitely alone. The cabin was growing deliciously warm and comfortable, and although Aeryn’s mind was awake, her body was moaning at her for more rest. Or maybe it was just the rum.

Well as long as I’m stuck here, she thought as she made her way over to the Captain’s bed. Aeryn lay down on top of the bed sheets, still dressed in Sparrow’s clothing. She punched her pillow into a more comfortable shape. Perhaps if I play along with his little game escaping The Pearl will be easier, she decided. Once I’m free I can find myself a new ship and crew and then take The Pearl by force again. Aeryn smiled and closed her eyes.

*

Jack returned to his cabin just before sunset. He pushed the key into the lock and opened the door in one fluid movement. He glanced at the bed instantly. Aeryn was still asleep but she had definitely been awake before. His cabin was in disarray. He cupboard was open and clothing fallen to the floor. The drawers of his desk had been pulled out and rummaged through.

Jack glanced into his private bathing area and noticed bottles had been moved about and examined. A wet sheet was draped over the back of his desk chair. He sighed. Women! He picked up the wet sheet and threw it into the bathroom closing the door behind him. After closing the wardrobe doors and replacing the desk drawers in the proper slots he looked down at the blonde on his bed.

She was wearing his clothing. He smiled. He liked that (although coming back to find her on his bed naked would have been much more preferable). His scent was on her now almost marking her as his. Jack didn’t like that she had tied her hair up in a tight bun at the back of her head but resisted the urge to undo it. Her bare feet were clean and judging by the wet sheet Jack guessed she had used his bathtub too.

His back ached from spending the day at the helm and pulled his faded blue jacket off. He hung it on the back of the chair and tossed his hat on to the desk. He removed his cutlass and pistol put them on the bedside table. Aeryn’s weapons had been stowed away with the crew so even if she did escape the possibility of her retrieving her weapons undetected were almost impossible.

Jack sat down on the bed and removed his shoes. He pulled his shirt off but kept his breeches on and lay back next to Aeryn. In two days they would make port in Tortuga. Jack smiled. He had a plan in store for Miss Stormwater but until they reached Tortuga he would play it low. Jack spied the empty bottle In Aeryn’s hand and pulled it free. He turned it upside down and chuckled.

“Little thief,” he muttered and placed the empty onion bottle on the floor next to his boots. He turned to face the yellow-haired beauty. He pushed a small stray strand away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.

He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss of her full lips before settling back to sleep. His neck was still tender from the shallow yet long cut Aeryn had made on his neck. Yet another scar to add to his collection. He pulled Aeryn’s sleeping warm body next to his and breathed in her fresh, clean womanly smell. He would find out why she had wanted to kill him sooner rather than later.