ManEater

A/N: Hello guys! I'm back from North Carolina! I've moved into my apartment and guess what? I have a brand new laptop! SO that means, I can update this story more than once a month! Enough about me, here's another chapter! It's longer than the other one so hopefully you guys will enjoy it more! P.S. This chapter differes a little from the one posted on fanfiction.net. It's a little more spicier! Have fun reading!
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Jack Sparrow

Two days later, early afternoon…

After being in Martinique for the past two weeks, I decided that it was time to go. I was growing a bit tired of this island and all it had to offer. All of the townspeople, not to mention the rum, were becoming very bland to me. There was nothing here that exuded any signs of excitement or adventure anymore. Martinique was slowly losing her exotic mystique that I've come to love and appreciate so dearly. I desperately needed to leave. I could feel the sea calling me…imploring me to sail through her crystal blue waves with the Pearl. I walked along the beach towards the crewmen’s campground. I spotted Gibbs off in the distance standing alone with his back facing me. From his awkward stance, it looked as if he was pissing in the sea.

“Mr. Gibbs!” I shouted as I cautiously approached him.

He quickly fumbled with his shirt, putting himself back inside his trousers as he turned to face me. I made sure not to look down, for I did not want to ever see that deplorable beast hidden inside his trousers.

He smiled and stepped closer to me. “Capn!”

“Mr. Gibbs, I want you to round up the crew and make sure they stock the ship and make all the necessary repairs to every part of her. We’re leaving Martinique tonight.”

Gibbs looked as if he was taken aback by my words. “Tonight? Ya can’t be serious, Jack…nightfall’s only a mere few hours away. We can’t repair ‘n stock tha Pearl in such a short notice!”

I turned to him with a cunning smirk. “Of course we can, mate! All ya have to do is light a fire under the crew’s asses. That’ll certainly get the job done faster.”

He looked at me quizzically, shaking his head in disagreement. “Yer daft, Jack…where we be headin’ in such a hurry anyways?”

I smiled and patted him on the shoulder. “Somewhere we haven’t been in a very long time, mate…Isla Margarita.”

Gibbs’ woeful eyes lit up with delight. “Ahhh…Isla Margarita. I remember that place very well. Tha lasses there are very beautiful, not ta mention very friendly. Ya know, tha last time we made port there, this one lass ‘n I…”

I immediately waved my hand to interrupt him, for I did not have the stomach to hear about any of his lewd sexual trysts.

“Mr. Gibbs, please…spare me the details. I don't want to get pestering visualizations of you and some poor, unlucky wench fucking and doing things in uncompromising positions.”

He smiled, shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly as he began walking with me along the shore.

“I’m supposing that there be a legitimate reason fer us leaving this paradise so soon. Have ye had yer fill of all tha lasses on this isle, Capn’? I can certainly tell by yer less than unusual swagger that they’ve taken very good care of ya.”

I grinned inwardly as thoughts about what Lizzie and I had done a few times while we were here for the past two weeks.

“Aye, mate, but it was just one woman in particular who has made my stay here even much more enjoyable than I’d anticipated.”

Gibbs smiled and patted me on the back. He walked away towards the campground and began barking out my orders to the crew. As I turned around and began making my way into town, something forced me to stop in my tracks. Someone very beautiful caught my eye from afar. Standing a few feet away from where I stood, in all of her spell bounding glory, was Elizabeth. She walked slowly along the shore as the gentle sea breeze blew through her tawny hair. She looked as if she’d just walked right out of a dream. But of course, if it were my dream, she’d be naked… She looked at me, her brown eyes burrowing deep into my soul. I could see passionate hunger in her eyes. She knew I loved it when she looked at me in such a provocative way, and she was certainly doing it on purpose. I flashed a wicked grin, which she returned with her own flirtatious smile.

Just as I was about to approach her, Will came out of nowhere and began walking towards my Lizzie! I immediately stopped in my tracks, forced to watch him embrace her in a loving hug. Damn fish faced eunuch! The travesty that was happening before my very eyes was not only making me sick to my stomach, it was also breaking my heart. At the same time I was about turn to around and leave, I noticed Elizabeth’s intense, loving gaze. There was a certain glint of wickedness in her eyes. I found that to be very arousing. Her lustful eyes paralyzed me, forcing me to stay where I was. Her lips moved, but I couldn’t hear anything. It seemed as if she was mouthing “I love you” to me. I smiled, tipped my hat and turned to leave before Will could notice that I was standing a few feet away watching him, flirting shamelessly with his fiancé .
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Three hours later...

It was finally evening. I watched as the crew hurriedly stocked and repaired my beloved Pearl. I could not wait to sail on the sea again, for I missed her dearly .

“Capn’! We’re ‘bout finished with fixin’ n’ loadin’ tha Pearl. Should be good ta leave in a few.” Gibbs shouted with an accomplished smile as he walked over to me. He looked very sweaty and more dirty than usual…not to mention, there was a foul odor seeping from his body. I took one step back, trying desperately not to breathe or gag.

“You know mate, I’ve never told you this before, but I think you should really consider taking a bath.”

Gibbs frowned confusedly. “What fer?”

“Cause you smell funny, mate. Not to mention, your stench is burnin’ the hair in me nose.” I reached in my pocket and threw him a shilling. “Here, take this and go to one of the inns and take a bath before you kill everyone with your God awful odor. You have a half hour.” He nodded and quickly walked away.

“And make it quick!” I yelled after him as I watched him walk into town.

At that same time, I noticed Will standing a few feet away at a merchant cart. He seemed to be talking to a girl, but it wasn’t Lizzie. It was the same fair haired lass I’d seen him with at the pub a few days ago. I watched as he flirted with her, letting her caress his face and feed him a pomegranate from the merchant cart. I had to stifle a laugh as he attempted to charm that poor girl by squinting his eyes and tracing her lips with his fingers. He’d taken my wooing advice a little too far, for he was only supposed to use it on Lizzie, not on other women. I didn’t give a damn, but he’d better hope that Lizzie doesn’t catch him in this duplicitous act. Amateur... If he only knew how much of an ass he resembled…
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A few moments later…

As I stood by the ramp and watched the crewmen board the ship, Gibbs ran towards me, looking and might I say smelling better than he did a half hour ago.

“You’re looking quite refreshed, Mr. Gibbs. I can see that the bath did you some good.”

Gibbs shook his head with a bemused frown. “Like bloody hell it did. I smell like a lass. Now I’m sure we’ll have bad luck…Mother of God help us all!” He grumbled as he walked up the ramp onto the Pearl.

I was about to follow my first mate until I heard someone call my name as if they were in distress.

“Jack! Can I talk to you for a moment?”

I turned around, and to my dismay, saw Will standing a few feet behind me.

He stepped closer to me, eyes full of worry and confusion.

“Why are we leaving so soon? I thought that we were going to stay here for another week?”

An amused grin formed across my face, for I knew the exact reason why he wanted to stay.

“We’re not stayin’, mate.”

“Why not?”

“Because…there were complications that arose, ensued, and were eventually overcome.”

He looked at me confusedly.

“I’m tired of being on this island…we’ve spent too much time here. Besides, the women didn’t pay as much attention to me like they did with you.”

His puzzled expression quickly changed to guilty horror. I smiled at him knowingly and then turned to leave, but once again, I was stopped.

“Jack, it doesn’t make any sense to leave right now. We should wait until morning or afternoon to leave.”

A cunning grin formed across my face as I turned to face him with squinted, accusing eyes.

“Is there a particular reason as to why you insist on staying so badly?” I cocked my brow.

“No…why?”

“No reason, I just thought that maybe ...” I couldn’t finish my sentence because, once again, I was interrupted by someone screaming my name.

“Jack! Tha Pearl’s ready ta go!” Gibbs shouted down from the deck.

When I turned around to face Will, he was glaring at me. His eyes were filled with guilt mixed with slight dissatisfaction. I returned his glare with the same intensity, until we were interrupted by Elizabeth’s presence.

“We’re leaving now? Where are we going?”

I looked at her, and then shifted my gaze back to the asinine eunuch, who seemed to be a little nervous all of a sudden.

“Yes Ms. Swann, we are leaving now. I will not give any reason as to why we are leaving, but it seems as though there are some people among us who seem to have a problem with our departure. Maybe they have a reason for staying, but I don’t.” I replied sarcastically with a wicked grin as my gaze shifted from Elizabeth to Will. He looked at me with so much hate and anger, that I found it to be hilarious. “So, if you will excuse me, I’ll be retiring to me cabin for the rest of the night.” I secretly looked at Lizzie, signaling to her that I would be available in case she wanted to pay me a much needed visit.

She looked at me and smirked. As I turned around and walked up the ramp, I felt Will’s icy glare upon my back. I didn’t care…my only concern was Lizzie, and unbeknownst to him, she will be in my bed all night…
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After midnight…

We’ve been sailing for about four hours now. I’ve done nothing but drink rum and get lost in me thoughts. As I sat at the window seat finishing my third rum bottle, I tried with all of my might to keep my eyes open. I was very tired. I looked around the cabin to find something interesting to focus on. The still form of the porcelain pirate on the shelf caught my attention. I smiled at the quirky figurine.

“Damn thing doesn’t look like me at all.” I chuckled as I raised the bottle to my lips, only to discover that the blasted thing did not contain a single drop of rum.

“The damn rum’s always fucking gone!”

I sat back, resting my body against the wall and closed my eyes. My peaceful slumber was interrupted a few minutes later when I heard the sound of my cabin door opening and closing. Slow, light footsteps began approaching my direction, causing the cabin to fill with a sweet, familiar fragrance.

Through half lidded eyes, I turned my head to greet my intruder. It was of course, Elizabeth. She was wearing the same revealing night robe she wore on the night we made love for the second time. I just hoped, as like last time, she was fully nude underneath that garment. Her beautiful hair draped over her shoulders, making her appear more breathtaking and tempting than I’d ever seen her.

“Mind if I join you, Captain Sparrow?”

A cunning smirk formed across my face as my eyes traced every curve of her beautiful body.

“I don’t mind at all, love.”

She smiled and sat down in front of me, causing her robe to slightly open. I was able to catch a glimpse of her small, creamy breasts. Thank God she’s naked underneath that robe. I don’t have the patience to remove any clothes off of her body tonight.

“This seems very familiar.” I said with a knowing smile.

“What’s familiar Captain Sparrow?”

“I remember your robe…it’s the same one you wore the second time we had sex in my cabin when we were in Port Royal. I remember telling you not to wear anything but your necklace.” I gently touched her neck. “You’re not wearing your necklace.”

Elizabeth touched her neck and frowned. “Yes I know. I’ve lost my necklace somewhere. I can’t recall the last time I’d seen it.” I could tell by her demeanor that she was very upset.

“Does it hold great value to you?”

She smiled then nodded. “Yes it does. My father gave it to me when I turned twelve years old. He said that my mother had it specially made for me. It was the exact replica of the necklace she wore. She intended on giving it to me herself on my twelfth birthday because that was the age where little girls blossom into women. Unfortunately, my mother was never able to give it to me because she died during childbirth.” Her eyes began to swell with tears.

“My father told me that it was a gift from her. She was buried with her necklace still around her neck. He told me to take very good care of it and I have, until now.”

She covered her face with her hands and began to silently weep. I immediately grabbed her into a loving hug. I felt guilty that I had her necklace. I removed her hands from her face and wiped the tears away from her eyes. Should I tell her that I have the necklace and I added a few things to it? Maybe she will love its new look? There was something inside me that was holding me back from giving it to her right now. It wasn’t the opportune moment. I cupped her face, forcing her to look into my eyes.

“Lizzie, I…”

“Jack you needn’t say anything. I know that I shouldn’t condemn myself for losing it, but I can’t help it. I absolutely loved that necklace. I just hope that I can find it soon.”

A sharp pain struck my heart. I couldn’t take the guilt anymore…I must tell her.

“Lizzie, about your necklace…”

She placed her fingers to my lips and shook her head. “Shhh…let’s not talk about the necklace anymore; it’s depressing me. I hadn’t intended on spending my private time with you crying and upset.” The sorrow emitting from her eyes began to elicit lustful passion. I felt a familiar tingle run through my body. She gazed into my eyes while tracing my lips.

“What I was going to say, love, don’t worry about your necklace. I have a feeling that it will return to you at the opportune moment.” She smiled and nodded while she continued to trace my lips. “Besides love, it would have gotten in the way of what we were meant to do tonight.” I grinned mischievously, hoping that that would lighten the moment.

She laughed and scooted her body closer to mine, causing her robe to open even more. “Only you know how to turn a somber moment into a happy one. You have a very unique way of lifting my spirits.”

I flashed a wicked grin, squinting my eyes seductively. “You know, I also have a very unique way of lifting other things.”

“Such as?”

I took a swig of rum from the bottle and placed it on the floor. I moved my hand over her thigh and leaned in closer to her face. “Like this robe…”

Her breath hitched, as her body quivered with anticipation. She stared into my eyes and grinned.

“I’ve missed you very much. Two days without being in your company feels like an eternity in hell.”

“If you only knew Ms. Swann." I replied huskily as I brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "You’ve missed me, aye? What have you missed about me?”

She brushed her lips against mine and replied in a soft, seductive voice. “I’ve missed this.”

She captured my lips in a passionate kiss. I immediately removed her robe and straddled her onto my lap. She was very intoxicating. She lazily moved one of her hands down my bare chest, until they rested upon the opening of my trousers. She broke away from my lips and smiled as her delicate fingers unfastened my trousers, freeing me from my imprisonment. She kissed my lips and an lil' Jack along her folds.

"Oh God, Jack..."

I couldn't take the anticipation anymore. With one gentle thrust, I entered her, making sure that I was all the way inside her.

"Bloody fucking hell, Lizzie. You're so damn tight."

She moaned into my mouth and held onto me very firmly. She threw her head back and began riding me. We made love all night on the window seat in every position imaginable.

The next morning, a few hours after Lizzie had left, I walked out onto the deck to enjoy the fresh, sea breeze. Just as I made my way around the corner to stand at the rail on a secluded section of the ship, there was someone already there. I realized who it was…Will. What the bloody hell was he doing here? I knew that whatever was his reason, it was certainly not going to be good. Since his back was facing me, I took that opportunity to quickly walk away, but as fate would have it, I wasn’t able to make a clean getaway.

“Jack…” He said with a stern, slightly angry tone.

I stopped in my tracks, but did not turn around.

“There’s something we need to discuss right now…”
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A/N: So guys? Liked it, loved it? What does Will have to say to Jack? When will be the opportune moment that Jack will give Elizabeth her necklace? You'll have to stay tuned to find out! For those of you who don't know, Isla Margarita is a real place. It is located in the Carribean Sea northeast of Venezuela. It is also known as Margarita Island. I picked that place because, cheesy as this may sound, I love margaritas! Frozen ones, btw! But anyway, thanks for reading! Please please please review! I love hearing from ALL of you! The next chapter is halfway written and I will hopefully post in two weeks! Happy 4th of July!