Scars
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,494
Reviews:
5
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 5 text
When Jack woke the next morning, he couldn’t quite believe he hadn’t been dreaming since he’d left the Pearl the day before. He was back in his cabin, where he’d started from, and it could have been any other morning. Except that beside him in the bed, curled on her side facing him, robed in her long hair and profoundly asleep, was Anna, and that meant it wasn’t any other morning. It was the morning after the night before, the the night before had been incredible. Jack stretched out full length on the bed and let his mind wander back.
Anna had hung the wet sheets to dry, and he had led her back to the Pearl. He had had to use all of his (not inconsiderable) skill to keep her from panicking when he started undressing her, but in the end she had been persuaded, and she and Jack together had banished one of her private demons. He had seen the whole extent of the burns on her back and had been even more impressed with her survival. She had seen the scars on him and had asked him how he had gotten every single one of them, and had cried for some of them. The one that had started that was the one behind his left ear, where the rope they had tried to hang him with in Port Royal had broken the skin. She had cried for the fact that she could have lost her lover before she even knew he existed, and he had soothed her and distracted her until she cried out his name and clung to him like a limpet on the Pearl’s hull.
He chuckled to himself. She had made him work for his pleasure, and hers, but it had been worth it. Definitely worth it. After they were both spent, she had fallen asleep curled in his arms, looking impossibly young and amazingly peaceful, as if the horrible things that had been done to her were nothing more than bad dreams he had soothed away.
She stirred in her sleep and he smiled, took her in his arms again and kissed her forehead to wake her. Her eyes opened, still clouded with sleep, and he kissed her lips and pushed an errant strand of her hair out of his way.
“Morning, luv. Are you sore?”
“Hmm, a little.”
“Can you walk, then? We should get you back where y’came from before y’re missed.”
“They won’t miss me. They were closed yesterday.”
“Not out of rum, surely?” Jack looked at her in horror.
“No. Two nights ago there was a brawl that broke up all the furniture. No furniture, no customers. So they closed. And I got a chance to be alone, and wash sheets.”
“Aye, and more. Who did the brawlin’?”
“A Royal Navy crew and a pirate crew. And its parrot.” Jack shot bolt upright in bed, listening for something. When he didn’t hear it, he flung himself off the bed and began hunting for clothes. Anna was perplexed. “What did I say?”
“I’ve got no bloody crew, and it was probably Cotton’s bloody parrot. I’ll bloody keelhaul the lot of them!”
“Your crew?”
“Yes, damn it! Listen, luv, I need you to do somethin’ for me if I’m to get my crew back. And if y’can’t do it, tell me now.”
“What is it?”
“Sing, luv. I need you to sing. In public.”
Anna had hung the wet sheets to dry, and he had led her back to the Pearl. He had had to use all of his (not inconsiderable) skill to keep her from panicking when he started undressing her, but in the end she had been persuaded, and she and Jack together had banished one of her private demons. He had seen the whole extent of the burns on her back and had been even more impressed with her survival. She had seen the scars on him and had asked him how he had gotten every single one of them, and had cried for some of them. The one that had started that was the one behind his left ear, where the rope they had tried to hang him with in Port Royal had broken the skin. She had cried for the fact that she could have lost her lover before she even knew he existed, and he had soothed her and distracted her until she cried out his name and clung to him like a limpet on the Pearl’s hull.
He chuckled to himself. She had made him work for his pleasure, and hers, but it had been worth it. Definitely worth it. After they were both spent, she had fallen asleep curled in his arms, looking impossibly young and amazingly peaceful, as if the horrible things that had been done to her were nothing more than bad dreams he had soothed away.
She stirred in her sleep and he smiled, took her in his arms again and kissed her forehead to wake her. Her eyes opened, still clouded with sleep, and he kissed her lips and pushed an errant strand of her hair out of his way.
“Morning, luv. Are you sore?”
“Hmm, a little.”
“Can you walk, then? We should get you back where y’came from before y’re missed.”
“They won’t miss me. They were closed yesterday.”
“Not out of rum, surely?” Jack looked at her in horror.
“No. Two nights ago there was a brawl that broke up all the furniture. No furniture, no customers. So they closed. And I got a chance to be alone, and wash sheets.”
“Aye, and more. Who did the brawlin’?”
“A Royal Navy crew and a pirate crew. And its parrot.” Jack shot bolt upright in bed, listening for something. When he didn’t hear it, he flung himself off the bed and began hunting for clothes. Anna was perplexed. “What did I say?”
“I’ve got no bloody crew, and it was probably Cotton’s bloody parrot. I’ll bloody keelhaul the lot of them!”
“Your crew?”
“Yes, damn it! Listen, luv, I need you to do somethin’ for me if I’m to get my crew back. And if y’can’t do it, tell me now.”
“What is it?”
“Sing, luv. I need you to sing. In public.”