The Devil's Bride

Oh blue magic, it really made me happy that you reviewed. If none of you have read her story “Surprises”, go and do so right after ye read this chapter. Her story took part in inspiring me to write my own. Angela G. thank you, ye are so sweet! * hugs tightly, Jack then hugs and starts getting fresh. Down Jack! Bad puppy!* So readers pretty please with sugar on top please review! I know this chapter is kinda short but the next chapter has some naughty stuff in it and I might post it sooner if I get some more reviews. Hee hee how piraty of me, arrrghh.

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The Devil’s Bride
Chapter 5: Better Than The Alternative?

Anne Bonny woke up and immediately wished she had stayed unconscious. Her head felt like a cannon ball had blown through it. When she reached for her head to inspect the damage she realized her hands were bound and she was inside a burlap sack.

“What the fuck?” she asked herself out loud.

“Oh good, yer awake. I was just about to check on ye.” Came a husky voice that sounded vaguely familiar.

Anne gasped as a dagger was plunged into the burlap just inches from her face, and watched it tear a path halfway down her body. Two hands pulled the material apart, and there standing above her with a smug grin was Captain Jack Sparrow.

“You! Oh, god, I thought last night was just a bad dream. What in fucking hell are you doing, Jack?”

“Now is that any way to great your rescuer?”

“Splendid. The last person I want to see, and he bloody rescues me!”

“Really? Well, it’s a little past ten o’clock in the morning. If I hadn’t come to get ye, they would be nailing ye into a pine box right about now. So ye can pretend like ye ain’t grateful if it makes ye feel better about yerself. But I know that deep down in that little black heart of yours, yer thankful…and maybe even a little happy to see me.”

Anne spat in his face

“Hmm” Jack wiped the spit away with the back of his hand. “Maybe that last bit was some wishful thinking on my part. But ye got to admit that this is better than the alternative.”

“Oh yes! Much Better. Instead of being stuck in a cell waiting to die, I’m stuck in a cell wishing I could die. Yes much better indeed!”

“Aww. Come now luv, its not all that bad, now is it? Besides ye don’t need to be stuck in here. I’m not holding ye prisoner. If ye promise ter play nice wif others, I’ll let ye out.”

“First tell me this, why am I here? And don’t be telling me that its because ye couldn’t live wif out me. We both know that’s not the case.”

“Ye wound me, luv.” Jack clutched his chest, feigning a broken heart. “Alas, me luv fer ye is not the only reason I came. Yer dearest friend Pierre enlisted me services. He gave me that pretty little map ye drew him.”

Anne inwardly moaned. The map. She had completely forgotten about the map. She had given up all hope on that scheme. She figured she’d hang before Pierre could find some one half-cocked enough to believe that the Victoria had actually scored such riches. She was fair shocked that Pierre had actually bought it, but then again she always was a convincing liar. Anne hoped that Jack figured her silence to be her displeasure at his possession of the map. She was going to have to play along if she was going to keep herself from being directly deposited back at Port Royal.

“He WHAT?! That be my gold! How dare he!

“Technically, it’s our gold.”

Anne growled and wrinkled her nose at the use of the word “our”. She didn’t like to think about sharing any thing with Jack Sparrow. Not space, not air, not even fabled treasure

“Well, ye did send him that map. What did ye expect? Besides ain’t it worth yer life?”

“I’d hardly call this living. My hands and feet are bound, and I’m in yet another bloody cell.”

“Well I told ye, that it doesn’t have ter be this way.” Jack gripped her by the shoulders and sat her up right. As he did so the remains of the burlap sack fell away and he finally got a better look at her. Bonny’s long locks fell about her shoulders. Her curves were more pronounced since he had last seen her, undoubtedly from having been with child. She wore a gauzy black tunic with a low cut intricately embroidered neckline. He recognized the style to be popular in the ports of India. Over the tunic was a tight fitting lilac velvet vest that pushed her breasts together enticingly. Jack helped her stand up and the burlap slipped past her hips and legs on which she wore tight fitting black britches and knee high bell cuffed gray suede boots which were tied together. Jack took out his dagger and sliced apart the rope binding her feet.

“And…?” Anne held out her bound wrists towards Jack.

“I think I’ll just leave yer pretty little hands tied together fer a bit longer, luv. I don’t quite trust ye just yet. Besides, ye look very enticing all tied up and helpless.” He swayed slightly closer to her, till he could feel the heat coming off her body. Tilting his head back, he stared at her down the bridge of his nose. She refused to meet his gaze and turned cheek. Reaching out a bejeweled hand, he took a handful of her silken locks, brought it to his face and inhaled her scent deeply.

Anne’s nostrils flared slightly and her black eyes flashed and before he knew what hit him, a swift knee made direct contact with his goods. Jack doubled over in pain, clutching his prized possessions to help ease the throbbing.

“Oooh, Gibbs was right!” He yowled to himself.

“Serves ye right, ye stinking blighter!”

“Well, I think it would be best if ye just stay in here awhile longer till ye calm down a wee bit” said Jack who was still slightly hunched over and holding himself.

“So go then!”

“Trying to.” Jack managed to pull himself upright and after taking many deep breaths, slowly closed the cell behind him and walked up toward the deck.

Anne flopped herself back onto the bunk with a long sigh. Knowing she couldn’t put off her hanging by feigning pregnancy much longer, she had sent Pierre the letter and fake map in a last ditch effort to avoid the noose. But she never would have thought that Pierre would come through, and that he would send Jack of all people. However there was a part of her that in her darkest hours had hoped for just that. She dreamt Jack would take her to the safety of his ship and things would finally turn out how they should have years ago. He looked just as she remembered him, except he had added a few more gold teeth and put some new trinkets in his hair. “Always had a thing fer all that glitters.” A smile twitched at the corners of her pink lips. Anne caught herself thinking fondly of Jack and quickly admonished herself. Things could have turned out so differently. If only she hadn’t been such a bloody fool and let Sparrow believe he was in competition for her affections. Between him and Calico, there was no competition. Tears of hurt, anger, and fear welled up in her eyes and she hated herself for being so weak with her emotions. Frustrated and too tired to really care anymore, she let them spill and allowed her soft sobs to lull her to sleep.