Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis, by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – NC-17

Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.

Typing convention. / and * are used for thoughts. * - * - * is used for scene or perspective changes, and elapsed time.

Summary: When checking out a port he’d never seen before, Jack runs into the WRONG woman. G/B, N/C, M/F, J/W, Slash, Lemon.

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Chapter 6 – High, Long, and Many: The Honeymoon

She was sailing the pearl through the storm, her corset getting tighter and tighter, her skirts flying up and into her face as she tried to keep control of the ship. A large wave came over the starboard side and plucked her from the helm, heaving her into the sea. She tried to swim; knew she could swim like a fish...but to no avail; the skirts of her dress pulled her down...down...down...

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Jack woke with a gasp and sat up, her hands at her own throat. Will opened his eyes, sat up and automatically reached out to hold her as he’d done so many times before they’d gotten married. Jack hugged him, but didn’t cry as she’d done before her memory returned. “Lad, I’ve GOT to get my body back. This one is causing me nightmares.”

“Jack, you’ve only been yourself in this body for one night. Give yourself a chance to get used to it.”

“You sound as if you want me to stay this way.”

Will blushed. “Just say I’ve gotten used to you that way.” He hedged. “Yes, I’ll admit it. I do love that body on you. A LOT. But I am IN love with YOU...not the body...well, not JUST the body. I’ll help you get back any way I can, but...I just don’t know how. And if you never got back to being a man, I’d still be very happy with you.” He kissed her on the upper lip, looking at her seductively.

Jack smiled. “I know you would, love. But I’m not really a woman when everything is said and done. Would YOU be content with staying in a body like this when you KNOW what you really are inside?” She looked down at herself and a small moan escaped her. “Never mind for now.” She cupped her breasts and dragged a fingernail across her own nipples. “Oh William. You have no idea...make love to me...”

Will lifted an eyebrow. /So when she starts missing her old body, fondle her breasts and she’ll forget all about it. Ok. I can handle that./ He grinned. “Yes. I think I would like that a lot.”

Jack lay down on her back, pulling Will on top of her. She grasped his hands and brought them to her breasts. “Will...please...” He started playing with her breasts; tickling her nipples. She took his throbbing member and positioned it against her dewy womanhood and started to raise her hips. “Push.” Her voice was a throaty whisper. Will moved his hips forward, plunging his longing manhood deep within his wife and started moving it in and out of her body as he continued his ministrations on her breasts.

“Jack...Oh God...you are perfect...” He couldn’t get over the feeling she gave his manhood. He was completely obsessed with making love to his wife. “Jack...stay like this...I love you.” He drove hard into her, butting the crown against the back, making her grunt and moan.

“Gods this feels so wonderful whelp! Keep doing that...ahhh....YEEEEEESSSS!” Jack started cumming, her hips bucking wildly. Motivated by her reaction, Will thrust faster and harder, dragging his length against a spot that made Jack scream, surprised; cumming harder. Will grinned and kept moving, driving her to even greater heights, unable to get a coherent word out of her mouth as she screamed in her complete rapture. As she started to come down from her peak, Will managed to hit that spot again and she peaked even higher, her mind going blank but for pure pleasure. Words were totally beyond her comprehension as her back arched to almost the breaking point.

Will wanted to see how far he could take Jack in this body. Her mind was gone from what he could tell; her eyes had rolled back into her head and her mouth was stretched wide and frozen there, her tongue slack. He brought a hand to her breast and fondled the nipple, triggering a new explosion in her mind and her loins. Jack’s peaks continued for over a minute, finally, her body started to twitch uncontrollably as if she were possessed, her eyes still rolled back in her head.

Will got worried and rolled off of her, his length falling out, bobbing in its need. He watched her lie there, twitching less and less; finally, her eyes focused, her body so drained of energy that she lay there, breathing in gasps, her chest heaving, her face completely slack. “Are you all right?”

“Uh huh...WOW.” She closed her eyes, concentrating on her breathing so that she could speak properly. “My gods, Will...I’ve never done THAT before! Men can’t do that...or I’d have definitely done it. I think I must have peaked six or seven times.”

“Then I take it you LIKED it?” Will was hopeful.

Her voice was throaty. “Oh yes. Definitely.”

“So why not just stay in this body and do that regularly?”

“I wish I could, William. But I need to get back to the Pearl, and that means getting back my own body.” She turned her head, looking at him. “I love you, William. I want you with me on the Pearl.” She looked down at his raging hardness. “But I think I’d better do something for you now.” She pulled Will back on top of her, positioning his length at her now soaking entrance and embedded it inside, rocking her hips and contracting all of the muscles in the area, effectively massaging his manhood. “Love me, my husband.”

Will grinned and started to move his hips, feeling the peak climbing in his loins. It didn’t take long for him to crest, spilling deep inside Jack. He rolled off of her and they cuddled in each others arms as they both dozed.

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As the week went on, the couple had barely gotten out of bed, let alone done any shopping or even much eating. Will had gotten water from the pump every morning, but that was the extent of leaving the house. He’d even neglected going to the smithy, figuring that even a blacksmith needed a little time for his honeymoon.

At the knock at the door, Jack rose to her elbows. “I’ll get it. Now...William, where are my clothes?”

“Huh? Oh. The wardrobe. Yours are in the left-hand wardrobe.”

Jack climbed out of bed and opened the wardrobe, choosing a housedress and robe. “We really do have to do something about my clothes, William. I’ve nothing to wear.”

Will chuckled. “You’ve plenty to wear, Jack...for a woman. I’ve bought you an entire wardrobe...you picked it out yourself.”

“I did? Well, they may fit my body, but they don’t fit my mind. I need some breeches and a shirt.” She finished dressing. “I’ll be right back, love.”

Walking down the stairs in her bare feet, Jack answered the door to find Norrington there with roses and a tray of food. “Good afternoon, Mrs. Turner. May I come in?”

Jack looked nervous. “Commodore? What are you doing here?”

James looked surprised, but smiled. “Commodore? I thought we were beyond that, Jacqueline. I’ve heard the most horrible news. You and Will haven’t been seen since the wedding, and I’m sure that you haven’t stocked up on groceries. I’ve brought you some lunch, and have instructed my cook to bring you meals until you are ready to present yourselves to the public.” He walked in and set the tray down on the table near the door.

Will came down the stairs in his breeches. He looked weak and tired; like he’d been starved and tortured, but the grin on his face said otherwise. “Good morning, James. I apologize about my appearance; I’m afraid we just woke up.”

“You look starved. I’ve brought you and Jackie lunch. Are you sure you’re well?”

“Better than I’ve ever felt in my life, James.”

James chortled. “I do wish I had what you do. You two complete each other. I have a hellcat for a wife whose jealousy knows no bounds.”

Jack was curious. “How’s that? I’d always thought Lizabeff was headstrong and knew exactly what she wanted and got it. That shows no room for jealousy.”

Will looked meaningfully at Jack, hoping she wouldn’t give away any more, since Jackie only knew Elizabeth as a jealous bitch. James looked at Jackie, puzzled. “Indeed. One would think you’ve known her for years. Yes, she did used to be that way, but she chose me over your husband only for the prestige I could bring her. She’d had every intention of keeping Mr. Turner on the side, and she made no bones about it to me in private. Your appearance in his life, however, ruined her chances for that, even if she did think that Will would think of agreeing to be a kept man like that. I’m afraid you have an enemy through no fault of your own, Jackie.”

Jack grinned. “I simply MUST have her over for supper. Please have her come over tonight. We’ll have a nice chat.”

“You really don’t want to face her, Jackie. She’s pitched such a fit that I’ve had to lock her in her room for fear she’d come here and kill you.”

“Nonsense. Please tell her I invited her over so that we could become good friends. And don’t worry about me. I can handle her.”

James shrugged. “I take it you don’t want me here?”

“Correct. You take William out. Show him the smithy or something. Have him show you what he was working on when we got married...or just feed him. He hasn’t eaten in near a week. That way, it’ll be just ‘us girls’ talking about our men, savvy?”

James’ eyebrow rose. Will looked nervous. Jack realized what she said and bit her lip. James recovered first. “Savvy?”

Jack blushed. “I heard it down at the docks just before I met my husband. It sounded like it meant ‘do you understand’ in a meaningful way.”

“Yes, it does. However, you are only the second person I’ve heard the word from that said it comfortably.”

“I say everything comfortably or not at all. I suppose it’s the way I was raised. I’m sorry if it insulted you.”

“No...not at all. What time would you like us to come calling?”

“Seven o’clock, if that’s not too late.”

“That would be fine. I’ll have the cook make something nice for the occasion to bring over.”

“I thank you, James. You are truly a gentleman. We’ll see you at seven.”

James left, assuring them they’d be there promptly at seven.

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“So, Mrs. Turner. James told me you wished to talk to me about Will. Well?” Elizabeth sat at the table opposite Jack, the coolness of her demeanor not lost on Jack in the least.

“Not exactly, Lizabeff. I wanted to speak to you about ‘us’. And about me. You see, we have much in common, you and I. You love William; I love William. You fought against skeleton pirates; I fought against skeleton pirates.”

Elizabeth started. “Skeleton pirates? You weren’t there. Anamaria and I were the only two women in that entire area, and she was in the brig at the time.”

“Yes, that’s true. But I was there, nonetheless. You DO still believe in curses, do you not?”

“Yes, of course. It’s hard not to after what I saw.”

“Exactly. And you’re looking at one again, or at least the lasting effects of one.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I was not born looking like this at all. I was about a half foot taller, and was not in the habit of wearing corsets and dresses. Lizabeff, it’s me...Jack. Jack Sparrow.”

“No...you can’t be Jack Sparrow. He’s a pirate...a scoundrel. You’re a lady.”

“You saw me before I got my memory back. I’ve not been much of a ‘lady’ since the wedding.”

“If you’re Jack, and don’t think for a moment that I believe you, prove it.”

“You mean beyond you teaching me that lovely song? Or me attempting to seduce you and you getting me so drunk that I passed out? Or waking up to find that you’ve burned all the rum? How about the cave...when Barbossa stabbed me through the heart and I turned into a skeleton myself? Aye, Lizabeff. It’s me. William has my trinkets in the desk upstairs, but I haven’t had a chance to put them back in my hair.”

“Then how can you love Will? You said we both love him. But if you’re really Jack Sparrow, how could you love a man?”

Jack grinned. Though it lacked the gold he was known for, the grin was not lost on Elizabeth. “I can love a man, Lizabeff. I love young William just as I loved his father. Time at sea without ladies changes a man’s perspective, as it were, and Bill and I became very close. VERY close. I haven’t told William that...I don’t know how he’d handle it. But I love William the same way, and not because he’s his da’s son. He’s a fine swordsman, and his bravery is genuine, though he is a little stupid on some accounts. But nevertheless, I DO love him, Lizabeff, and you won’t take him away from me. When I get my body back, I’ll take him to the Pearl and you’ll never see him again. Had things been different and you’d have married for love instead of station, this conversation would not be necessary. Oh, and Lizabeff...if you have a mind to tell your husband, he’ll have you in a bedlam faster than you can say ‘I was joking’, savvy?”

“Why is that, Captain Sparrow? He was there too, and saw the curse at its fullest. Why would he disbelieve that you were now a woman?”

“He remembers me acting like a lady too, Lizabeff. It was he who invited us over to your home for dinner. And while you had your little jealous snit, I apparently acted much the lady, whether I can remember it or not. Now get over that jealousy of yours, missy. Even had I not shown up to steal William from you, he’d have never agreed to becoming your kept man. He wanted you out of love, but you spurned him out of greed. He’ll never forgive you for that. Now. Can we be the old friends we used to be? Or do you choose to be the jealous shrew that you’ve become?”

Elizabeth turned red with rage, but then calmed herself. “You really ARE Jack Sparrow, aren’t you?” Jack nodded solemnly. The temperature of the room melted as Elizabeth smiled sincerely. “Jack, while I’ll probably always love Will, I do have a place in my heart for you. You did save my life not once but twice. Yes, we can be friends.”

Jack rose, walked around the table and gave her a hug, kissing her on the forehead. “Good. I do so hate losing friends to something stupid like jealousy. You and Will made a nice couple. Why did you really choose Norrington?”

“I needed to marry my station, or my father would have been shamed. James loved me, so it would be natural to marry him. But I still loved Will, and after a while, James agreed that I could take Will as a lover, just as I’d given Estrella to him. So we would both have our pleasures with the ones we wished, while maintaining social requirements. But Will refused. So when you showed up...”

Jack put an arm around her shoulder. “When I showed up, you saw your chances shattered.” She nodded. “Love, William loves you, but you hurt him to the quick. And since his principles would never allow him to make love to a woman who was spoken for, you really had no chance even without me showing up.”

Elizabeth hugged her hard. “I was such a fool to marry station over love. You deserve Will far more than I. He’s such a tender soul. And I’ve been such a bitch.”

“I’ll not argue that point, Lizzy, but now you have the chance to redeem yourself to your husband, and to be friends with mine.”

Elizabeth giggled. “It sounds so strange, since I know who you are, to call Will your husband, Jack. I can’t help but laugh.”

Jack laughed. “Now that you mention it, you’re right.”

They ate the rest of dinner talking about everything that had gone on in both their lives since Jack had been hanged.

When the men walked in, Elizabeth and Jackie were both laughing in the living room, and when they saw the men, laughed all the harder.

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TBC

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