His Pirate Bride

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters!







Elizabeth awoke the next morning to find herself alone, her lover nowhere in sight. Her night of lustful passion had passed, and now their was only the reality of a new day ahead. “What have I done,” she thought to herself as she tried to wake herself from the heavy haze of sleep. Unwelcome sunlight shone through the window as she lie there motionless trying to get her bearings. Images and visions flashed in front of her, the reminders of a night past. It was dawn now and the ship was a flurry with activity again. She could hear the footsteps above her, pounding the deck as if in some state of urgency. The Captains voice could be heard above deck giving out orders as if ready for battle. Voices from the kitchen were laughing, recounting pleasurable tales from a night spent in Tortuga. She lay wide awake now staring at the dress that lay piled in a corner. She felt her stomach in knots and her mind filled with anxiety at the thought of what would come next. “This has been a terrible, stupid mistake she told herself, “how could you have let such a thing happen?” I have to get up, she realized, searching for clothes. She prayed no brave soul would be dumb enough to enter the cabin, seeing as she was still unclothed. Suddenly a jolt of panic struck her as she realized just how serious her current situation was. “Where the hell is he?” she cursed inwardly. Nervous energy was taking over her as she stumbled along to the other side of the bed, grabbing a hold of her clothing. Her hands were fumbling, trying to get dressed as quickly as possible. She was almost in a full state of terror by the time she realized she couldn’t zip her dress. “Damn him,” she cursed, “now what am I to do.” She felt utterly helpless now. One night of pleasure was now turning into a nightmare. Elizabeth calmly tried to compose herself, pushing back those paranoid thoughts that kept creeping into her mind. “Who has he told,” she winced,….. everyone was her answer. They all probably know and are having a good laugh right now, all at my expense!







Elizabeth sat in the chair by the corner, her dress still hanging limply around her. She sat quietly trying to regain the control that she had momentarily lost. It was beginning to come a little easier, especially since she had found the half empty bottle of rum from the previous night. As she lifted it to her lips she began to realize how important it was for her to be in control. She liked to be the one calling the shots, the one with the power. She had lost some sense of that last night. Barbossa had somehow made her forget. She shuttered as she remembered how she had given herself to him. Completely she thought, she gave herself to him completely. She could still see him upon her, his eyes looking into her as if to read her thoughts. His body on top of hers, moving over her, again and again, indulging in his fantasies, taking whatever she would give. She could have stayed their forever, in that moment with their bodies entangled, her hands gripping his painted flesh, his tongue fighting against hers, his hardness pushing in and out. She tried to push it from her thoughts the guilt was almost to much to bear. Her lying beneath him feeling the pleasure of his friction, the heat of his body feeling so much of him, but still wanting more. “Stop it” she balked.







Soon she would here footsteps coming closer, closing in on the room. She could tell right away they weren’t Barbossa’s. She sat rigid with resolve, determined to rise above the indecency of the current situation. “Elizabeth,” she heard a familiar voice whisper. A heavy breath of relief escaped her as she realized who it belonged to. “Mr. Gibbs,” she gasped, “is that you?” “Yes, is everything OK girl, I didn‘t see nor hear ye leave last night,” he spoke from around the corner. Elizabeth winced at the prospect of answering the question. “The Captain sent me down here, he told me to give ye yer things,” Gibbs spoke. Elizabeth’s heart jumped to her throat, “My things!” she yelled out before she could stop herself. “What do you mean,” she gasped. Elizabeth felt a rage overcome her as she listened to Gibbs explain how the Captain had sent a few of the crew to gather her belongings from the inn. “How dare he!, Elizabeth cursed. “Thank you, Mr. Gibbs,” she hurriedly spoke. “Now if you don’t mind just leave my things at the door please.”



Elizabeth stood, nervously putting on the boyish clothing she had grown so accustomed too. So much better she thought , as the sense of empowerment she had lost returned. “I just hope they didn’t try and steal anything of mine,” she said to herself as she tied the lace of her boot. Her return to her old self was almost complete now as she tied her loose waves behind her. Her anxiety had subsided for a moment and she resolved to face any obstacles in front of her head on. She was after all still the Pirate King no matter what the crew knew or thought they knew. She wouldn’t take any chiding or smirks from any of them, much less the Captain, her reputation was at stake, she reasoned. In the midst of the situation she had almost forgotten about her most precious possession. The one she had cherished and protected for so long. “The chest!” she gasped as she dropped to the floor and tore through her things. Her hands began to shake as she sifted through clothes, weapons and trinkets, desperately seeking for her lost treasure. A tear ran down her cheek as her husbands name fell from her lips. How could I be so selfish and careless she asked herself as she frantically searched without fruition, all the while the activity aboard the ship seem to be even more heightened.



In her fruitless search she could hear the sound of Barbossa’s voice shouting out orders. Everything around her seemed to be at a hectic pace. “Weigh anchor” she heard shouted. Elizabeth shuttered at the realization of what was about to take place. She dropped everything at once. Her sole mission being to stop this at once. She ran above deck as fast as she could, barely noticing familiar faces from the past staring. “Hello Elizabeth,” she heard from Ragetti as she stormed by the crew. “Where is the Captain,” she shouted to any one who would listen. “This ship can’t leave this port with me on it,” she yelled again. “Captains orders,’ she heard a voice reply from the background. She watched stunned as the crew silently went about their routine, pretending not to notice the fit she was having. “Heave-Away!” she heard as some of the members began pulling up the anchor. Elizabeth was now in a state of sheer panic, her eyes searching the ship for signs of the Captain. Her heart sank at the reality of what was taking place and she used every ounce of energy she had left to conjure up enough strength to yell out in protest. “Stop!” she yelled so loudly that every soul on board stopped what they where doing. Confusion spread across their faces as they watched Elizabeth, her face plagued with fear. Suddenly she felt the weight of a large hand sitting upon her shoulder and then a voice. It was him. “Ms. Turner,” he loudly announced, “what be all the commotion about?” A slight relief swept over her realizing he was here again, but that quickly changed. She turned around, finding herself face to face again with him. She so wished to haul off and hit him, but those eyes staring at her weakened her resolve. “Captain,” she barked “ what is going on here?” “I never said I was leaving with you and your crew!” Barbossa watched her intently as she spoke, her angry eyes, her rigid body, her pouty lips. Yes, those lips, the same ones he tasted again and again the night before. “Miss Turner,” he spoke as he gently lead her away from the glaring eyes that were upon them. “I thought we had this all worked out last night,” he quietly growled. “You requested to sail again on the Pearl with me as your Captain, and I graciously agreed, remember?” Elizabeth watched as he raised his brows as if daring her to challenge him. “I said I would think about it!” she angrily yelled. “And besides who do you think you are sending your crew to my room, touching my things without my permission. Elizabeth felt a chill run down her as she felt his hand slide down her back pushing her forward. He gently led her away, walking her down below the deck, away from the onlookers. “Now,” he spoke as he turned her to him, “let’s not go about makin scenes shall we.” “If ye wish to sail on the Pearl than there be no need to be shoutin demands missy. “I thought I was doin ye a favour!” Elizabeth baulked “ A favor, your kidnapping me!” And one of your crew has stolen something of mine, something very precious, and I’m not leaving until I get it back!” “So stop this at once, I demand it!” Barbossa watched as her fury overtook her. He was fascinated by her and her gumption. No woman ever talked to him like this. He so wanted to grab her, take her body against his, and claim her as his possession. Let her know just how much he needed to feel her again, feel her submitting to his desires, gladly accepting his advances. “Were leavin whether ye like it or not missy,” he barked. “Now if you’d like to throw yerself overboard be my guest, if not then calm yerself down! Elizabeth growled loudly with disgust “I hate you!” “Yes, Miss Turner we know that,” he sadistically laughed. “Now follow me, theirs something I want to show ye.







She was back in Barbossa’s study again. He sat down at his chair and motioned her to come to him but she just scoffed at the request. He reached down below his desk searching for something. He dreaded pulling it out, hated that it even existed. It was the only thing standing between him and what he thought should be his. That boy didn’t know how to love her, to protect her, to satisfy her, he thought to himself. He had contemplated just throwing it overboard, letting it sink to the place that it belonged, but he didn’t. He wanted to, why didn’t he? He couldn’t answer that question. So as she stood glaring at him with hate in her eyes he gently lifted it and sat it upon his desk. “Is this what yer searchin for,” he asked as if it pained him to do so. “Yes, she spoke barely above a whisper. A great peace filled her at the sight of it. “I thought I had lost it,” she softly spoke. She was shocked he had remembered even more so that he had kept it for her. Maybe he had changed a little she thought to herself as she held the small box in her hands. “I’m ashamed Captain,” she confessed “ashamed that I could be so careless and ashamed of what I have done.” She felt foolish saying these things, yes she was ashamed but why admit it. “You must forget these things ever happened!” she demanded.” Barbossa stood up and walked toward her, stopping in her presence. “What is it ye be ashamed of more Elizabeth, that ye succumbed to yer desires or that ye indulged in them with me?” he spoke, his eyes piercing through her. Elizabeth, she heard him say as tingling sensations fluttered within her. She didn’t want to admit the truth. Would she have felt the same guilt if it where someone else, someone more decent? Yes she would have but….. She knew the answer but wouldn’t admit it. “Wrong is wrong, Captain, it has nothing to do with you,” she assured him. “It was a moment of weakness on both of our parts, and I hope you want let it cloud your judgment of me in the future Captain,” she spoke, forcing herself to sound confident. “I just hope,” Elizabeth spoke dreading her words, “I just hope you’re capable of using a little discretion in this matter.” Elizabeth glared at him, hating herself for allowing him such control of her. This was the worst of all. He could say anything and probably already has she realized as she stood filling sick at the thought of it. Her heart beat faster and faster with his silence, as she waited for some kind of response. “Well say something!” she demanded.



“Elizabeth,” he spoke in a gentle yet firm voice “The Pearl will be settin sail any moment now with or without you, “I’ll not be makin any woman do something shes not willin to do, he growled with distaste. “If ye wish to leave I’ll alert the crew.” Confusion filled her as she listened to his words. Why couldn’t he just ask me to stay she wondered. Why does it have to be so hard? “I see no point in my staying on board,” she haughtily spoke. As you said before you don’t need a woman on board, besides I won’t be the butt of your jokes.” Stupid woman, Barbossa thought as he watched her performance. “So Captain, I guess this means farewell, goodbye.” she spoke. Strangely her eyes stung and her throat felt heavy as she turned to leave the room, but she turned one last time to look at him. She began to speak but was finding it hard to form words. Why should I say such a thing she scolded herself but proceeded anyway. “Thankyou Hector,” she softly spoke. Barbossa was taken aback, his eyes giving away his thoughts. Elizabeth swallowed her pride “for last night, for your gentleness, your kindness, your…. Suddenly he stepped forward, his body next to hers, his hand upon her lips. “Shhh, enough of that, he spoke, his lips getting closer to hers. “Never thank a man fer givin him the best pleasure of his life,” he purred, as he grabbed a hold of her hip. Elizabeth found herself looking away, not wanting to look into those eyes. “Look at me,” he growled as he took her face in his hands. “Stay with me, not because I’m askin ye too but because you want to,” he spoke, watching her hungrily. His hand slid down the softness of her face, feeling the velvety surface on his fingertips. His eyes taking in it’s bareness, still as beautiful even without enhancements. The face of a woman who still bared the traces of a innocent child, behind those eyes. He couldn’t help his self, she called to him. His hands where on her again his lips trying to relive the excess of the previous night, but she pulled away. “Will,” she spoke as if he where the answer to an unspoken question. Barbossa pushed her aside, his pride injured, his heart stinging. “Ye best be makin up yer mind MISS TURNER, he loudly announced, his coldness hitting her hard in the face. “Were leavin with or without ye,”missy. His poker face was back on again much to her dismay. She had never perfected how to read it, maybe with time, the thought occurred. She watched him admiringly as he looked over his maps, the look of intensity on his face while doing so was quiet attractive. “I’m staying on board Captain,” she announced. “Suit yerself Miss Turner, I’ve got work to do. After all I am the Captain!” And with that he disappeared up the stairs.







Elizabeth sat down for a moment contemplating her decision, anxiously pondering it’s meaning. Wondering what the next few months would hold. A twinge of sadness was within her as she looked at the box in her hands. Will, she thought, but the thought quickly went away. She heard his voice. That deep commanding voice, bellowing out orders from above, the way only his could, behind it footsteps shuffling in haste, and with that she felt her smile return.