Arabian Knights

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Chapter Five:


'He let me into a secret,
about the money in his kitty.
He's gonna buy a ship,
and call her dignity'

- 'A ship called dignity' By Deacon Blue


"Where be Jack?" Gibbs asked Cotton, looking around the Tavern.


Cotton just shrugged.


"Wind in your sails! Wind in your sails!" The Parrot repeated, nipping his owners ear.


"I've not seen him all night" Anna-Maria added, grabbing her tankard from the table and taking huge gulps.


"Thats the problem" Gibbs admitted.


Whenever Jack went missing, it usually spelled trouble for the rest of the crew.


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"Do you wish to pay for her?"

The Indian was extremely intregued by Jack.
For some reason, Hynaptura seemed to communicate with him in a way that no other man could.

Maybe...maybe if this man bought her, she would give herself to him...and once that was done, she could possibly see fit to give herself to others...


"No, I think I might take a mosey over to your other girls...see what you have to offer" Jack lied.


Arafat; looking slightly disappointed, bowed once again.
"I take it that the Hynaptura was less than civil towards you, sir?"


Jack smirked.


That sounded about right.


"I usually appreciate a woman with a big mouth...but hers is just insufferable"


Jack looked around once more at his surroundings.


Many lovely women and only one of him...


Not that he was really looking.


He planned on helping Elizabeth escape by nightfall...but he was not so sure HOW he was supposed to do that.


Add to that aswell the fact that he also had to warn his men NOT to attempt to head back to the boat and leave him there on his own.


That would never do.


"I think I will have a look around and see who I fancy..." Jack told Arafat, patting the man on the back as he turned and walked towards the other end of the building.


Women beckoned him with their sultry eyes, and their hair smelled of distant memories of days gone by when Jack could get lost in lust.


No chance of that for along time.


Jack sat himself down at the other end of the room, the cushions making him feel very comfortable, and the scent in the air was causing the Pirate to feel drowsey. He felt the need to close his eyes and drift off into a dreamless sleep...


"A dance?" Came a very sultry voice close to his ear.


Jack nodded, but kept his eyes closed.


When Jack opened them however, he was met with the sight of a half-naked woman 'dirty dancing' infront of him!

"You don't get women in the Caribbean doing this" He said to himself, thoroughly enjoying the view.


The beautiful Indian woman began to twist her body in ways Jack had never seen before.
It was exotic and erotic at the same time...he felt like his Christmas' had all come at once!


It was a pitty that Elizabeth could never bend her body like that...it would be worth more for saving her then.


Suddenly an idea sprang up into his mind.


He looked at the woman's clothes spread out upon the floor as she divested them one by one infront of him.


'I couldn't have thought of a better plan if I was stripped naked and tied to an apple cart as it dragged me through a field of naked women!'


If he was going to do this...he would have to wait until the time was right...


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"Jack?!"


"He's nowhere to be seen...I t'ink we had better go back to the ship until he returns" Marty told the second mate.


Gibbs frowned.


Although it was like Jack to go off alone for days upon end and not even tell anyone where he had been when he returned...it was VERY unlike him to cause no trouble whilst he was gone.


"It's so quiet" One of the crew said in a whisper.


And so it was.
The coloured lanterns were still lit, and there was no sign of unrest within the small street they were standing in.


Yes, something was very worrying.


"You don't t'ink he could have got captued, do you?" Marty asked, shivering slightly at the thought of it.


Gibb's shook his head.
"No" He said defiantly. "We would know if he had...Jack always knows how to give the sign of danger..."


"By screaming like a girl until we rescued him?" Asked Anna-Maria.


"Yeah....that'll be it" Gibb's agreed.


He took another look at the surroundings before giving up.


"Right men-"


Anna-Maria gave him a scornful look.


"-And women. Back to the boat until we get further orders from Jack!"

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He had to admit that even HE didn't think he could pull it off...


But after getting over the bare-faced fact that if he didn't do it now then he never would...he bravely stepped into the room, looking around anxiously to see if anyone was still awake.


After the 'lapdance' from hell had finished, the woman through her clothes at him...which was lucky really because otherwise he would have just stolen them from her.


So now here he was....head to toe in a fuscia coloured sahri that did nothing to hide his body.


The belly top was riding high And low all at the same time....and to make matters worse, he kept falling over his long skirt.


The ony thing that made up for it was the veil he wore around his face to cover his shameless identity.


As he walked further into the room, he saw a whole host of people sleeping on the cushions surrounding the tables.


'I'll never live this down if they decide to wake up...'

He sauntered closer to the room where Elizabeth was to be found.


'Sauntered? No man saunters!...'to saunter' is 'to flaunt'....I may have feminine ways but I can assure anyone that I am a man through and through!


...Although the silk of the Sahri did make his skin tingle...


Jack slowly approached the yellow curtain, unsure as to whether he should be on his guard or not.

'Bollocks' He swore to himself upon seeing the guards standing between him and his rescuee.


He brought his hand to his beard and stroked it, as if thinking of a master plan.


If he was caught now then that was it.
No more games...he would be put to death for trying to rescue something that was not his...Jack had learned along time ago that nothing was ever easy.


Plucking up the courage to face the guards, he finally bit the bullet in its round, metal ass and went in for the kill.


"Excuse me?" He asked as he approached the first guard.
His voice had automatically pitched itself higher, and his hips began an over-dramatic sway as he walked forwards.


"What do you want?" Asked the guard, looking rather curiously at the 'woman' infront of him.


"I want what every woman wants" Jack giggled at his own innuendo.


Being a woman was easy! No wonder they had so many men wrapped around their little fingers.


"And what would that be?" The guard asked, looking slightly disgruntled.


Jack clasped his hands together and twiddled with his thumbs. "A big...strong...handsome man such as yourself" He fluttered his eyelashed to give a better effect.


The guard laghed at him.


"Aren't you a little too masculine to be a woman?"


Jack took great offence to that.
"How dare you! You think that just because of my big-boned structure that you can laugh and make fun of my size?!"

The guard looked startled by Jack's outburst.


"No, please forgive me. I did not mean that"


Jack put his hands on his hips. "So you're calling me fat, then?"


The guard started to panic.

"No, no, not at all! I simply meant-


"Well don't simply mean anything! ...Now let me through that curtain before I blast your balls off!"


The guard stepped aside quickly as Jack rampaged though the small stone corridor, coming straight out of the other side and into the room where Elizabeth was being kept.


The second guard had a smirk on his face.


"You would have panicked if she would have shouted at you!" The first guard told him, sending a glare in his direction.


"That may be so..." Said the second guard. "But I have never seen a gautilya woman with a sword..."


The first guard turned around inquizitively.


"You mean the one on her hips?"


The second guard smirked.


"No, the one between them"

Both men smirked at eachother.
This was about to get slightly interesting....