The Witching Hour

Usual Disclaimer: I do not own “Pirates of the Caribbean.” I know, now I’m being neurotic about it. Haha.

Chapter 7
Tortuga

Jack strolled along with a jaunty step, Otluta following gracefully in his wake. Perhaps it was the fact that Jack was just happy to be off the boat and finally in Tortuga, that Jack greeted everyone he knew with gusto, his hand gesticulations became more elaborate by the minute. Otluta had to keep herself from laughing when Jack finally ended up knocking another person’s hat off while addressing someone he was quite familiar with. This person, of course, was none other than Giselle, one he took to hiring whenever he needed “company.” Of course, Otluta did not know this outright, but she suspected it all the same. She eyed Giselle and smiled, remembering that she was supposed to be just a plain maiden whom Jack was accompanying to find a long-lost relative and to get back her family jewels that had been stolen by another pirate. In other words, the story was that Jack was hired as a privateer. Originally, Jack was against the whole story, for he did not want his dignity beaten down. What would other people think? Has Jack Sparrow become so desperate and so afraid of the authorities that he would hire himself out? Otluta then asked him if she would rather tell everyone outright that Jack Sparrow was carrying a witch around. Jack had thought of saying that he would rather say that, but the fierce look Otluta had given him made him hesitate, and later give in.

“So…my dear Jack Sparrow, what brings you hear this time, if not sex?” Giselle asked bluntly. Otluta thought she saw Jack’s mouth twitch into a slight snarl, but when she did a double-take, she thought she had imagined it.

“Nothing, my petite little flower, my little nest of vipers.” Jack said with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, “I am now a….privateer.” He uttered the word and grimaced as though it was a disgusting swear word. Giselle chuckled, for she knew how Jack was feeling.

“Bad time at the market?” she teased. Jack did not say a word but answered her with the most intense glare Otluta had seen from him yet.

Perhaps his ego is higher than I thought, Otluta said to herself. She would have to remedy that before she moved on to fight the Thrithgal witch clan—the ones who had created the storm that separated her from her clan in the first place. She couldn’t explain how she knew…but she did. Something in the wind told her that it was all of them together, chanting the same spell over and over again to create a tempest that could tear down an entire fort. Indeed, her clan, the Ubaret clan was seeking refuge from both the people who feared witches AND the Thrithgal. While Otluta was lost in her thoughts, Jack suddenly stepped in front of her snapping his fingers.

“HELLOOOOO? AM I TALKING TO MYSELF!?” He seemed more irritable as they had moved on. Perhaps Giselle had riled him up even more with her continuous teasing. As they walked along the streets of Torgua, she saw many of the men leering at her through rotting teeth and filthy, wrinkled faces. Jack hadn’t even noticed them. He was still muttering darkly to himself.

“That’s the last time I pay for her,” he said so quietly that Otluta could barely hear him. Suddenly a man leapt out of an alley that she and Jack passed and grabbed her arm. If Otluta had been in her normal appearance with her black lace gown, men would have hesitated when approaching her. For it made her look intimidating. However, now she had agreed to look like the people in Tortuga. Jack had purchased a dress that would fit her comfortably. Of course, it was the attire most of the whores wore and it made her rather ample bosom really “come to life.”

“How much are ye then?” the man asked, grinning wickedly. Otluta nearly gagged. The man reeked of rum and urine.” Jack stepped in between them.

“She’s not for sale mate,” Jack said calmly, “I’ve already bought her.” This obviously did not suit the man and he blithely pushed Jack aside with surprising strength. Jack stumbled and fell aside on the ground, more out of shock that anyone would dare defy the captain of the Black Pearl. The man cackled and moved his other hand to clutch at Otluta’s breasts.

“I believe I was askin’ the lady,” the man said, revealing a gap in his teeth as he grinned. Otluta flinched as his dirty fingernails raked along the delicate skin of her breasts. She did not wish to start a fight, however. It would bring them too much attention. She decided to try and handle it smoothly first.

“What the man says is true, sir. I am already bought.” Unlike Jack, Otluta had no problem pretending or in this case, playing along, for she had been doing it most of her life. This answer still did not suit the man, however and he tightened his grip on her breasts. Otluta gasped and looked down at him, her eyes burning with anger.

“Sir,” she said stiffly, her temper rising rapidly, “I demand that you take your hands off of me, or I shall have to resort to drastic action.” At that, Jack leapt to his feet. He wasn’t just going to stand there while some worthless man molested his woman. Well, she wasn’t his woman….but he often liked to think of her that way. Jack stood in between them once again and glared at the man.

“Mate,” he said, completely revealing in his tone that he did not think of this man as a friend, “I warn you. You’re not to be messing with my woman. Or I shall have to kill you.” Jack really did not intend to kill anyone…but he would be willing to if he had to. The man looked as though he had become quite annoyed with Jack, and dropping his drunken demeanor instantly, he pulled out a pistol, cocked it, and pointed it right at Jack’s nose.

“I ‘ent a violent man,” he said in a menacing tone, “But I can get quite nasty when something I want is denied with no real reason.” Jack could do nothing right away. He was too shocked by this man’s deceptiveness to realize right away that his life was in immediate danger. He raised his hands, as though he were surrendering, yet thinking of a way out. While he did this, he furtively glanced over at Otluta, who was behind him. She looked livid. Even Jack would have dropped to his knees and begged for mercy under the look she was giving the strange man. It seemed as though her eyes had turned from a calm blue, like the see on a windless day, to a blue fire. Suddenly, an idea occurred to Jack. It would be for Otluta’s benefit as well, for she looked as though she would shoot blue fire out of her eyes if she did not release some of her anger. He kept his hands raised as though he were still surrendering and pleading for his life. He slowly stepped aside, leaving Otluta to face the man.

“Sorry!” Jack said, simpering, “I didn’t realize that you were that interested in her. I’ll just get out of the way, and…”

“OH NO YE DON’T!” the man barked. And pointed the pistol toward Jack again. “Not with the way ye treated me at first! Hehe…..ye en’t goin’ anywhere. “I’m goin’ to take yer strumpet right here in this alleyway, and yer goin’ to watch!” Obviously, this man did not know who he was dealing with. Jack, in a sudden flare of anger, nearly gave his ploy away, but he stuck to it. In the pretense of looking fearfully at Otluta, he saw that she seemed to be radiating with a cold fury. Though Jack Sparrow didn’t like making ladies fight typically, he knew when he was at the disadvantage and the woman was at the advantage. He knew when it was time to step down and let a woman take over. In fact, often times, women had the advantage, for the men would never suspect them. It was another reason why Jack had taken Annamaria on his ship. The man was saying something but Jack was not listening. He was too busy planning with Otluta. He had allowed her into his conscious again, and though he was in pain, he was hiding it well.

It seems as though we have no choice but to let you use magic. Jack said regretfully.

You are forgetting the fact that I am physically stronger than most men. Also….

Suddenly, the man stopped and let out a piercing yell that made the people who were walking by stop for a moment and stare. For it seemed odd that, with two men arguing, one of them would be in a severe amount of pain when the other hadn’t even touched him. Jack shivered, for it was obvious what had happened. Otluta had penetrated the man’s mind and seemed to have delivered a blow on his consciousness. The pain seemed to leave him as soon as it came, for the man came back to his senses. He seemed to think that he had imagined the whole thing. He glared at Jack and continued telling him what he was going to do to Otluta when Jack was supposedly going to watch. Jack looked back at Otluta and she had an almost demonic glint in her fiery eyes. He now knew that she was DEFINITELY not someone to toy around with. This poor man did not know what he was getting himself into. Especially now that Otluta had almost full use of both arms. She still wore a sling most of the time, but she could now move her arm without much pain. Now, however, the man suddenly grabbed her injured arm and wrenched it. It did not crack this time, but Otluta let out a cry as she was dragged into the alley. The man had the gun to her head now, and was beckoning Jack to follow him.

“I’ll be gettin’ ‘er for free then?” he cackled mercilessly as he released his grasp on her arm and pulled Otluta by the hair instead. Secretly, Otluta liked her hair being pulled, but she pretended to cry out in pain even more and wail like a helpless maiden. The man laughed harder as he tugged. The next thing that occurred, happened very fast. There was a flash of light, a scream, and the thud of a body on the ground. While Otluta’s eyes seemed to have that “fire” in them, she had been collecting all the electric currents from the air around her. The moment the man had touched her bare skin, he had fallen down, unconscious. Had he dawdled to “take her” even more, she would have collected enough to electrocute him completely. Jack stared at her, completely shocked.

“You never told me you could do that!” he exclaimed, slightly angry and slightly in awe.

“A witch has to keep some of her secrets,” she said nonchalantly as she bent down to break every one of the man’s fingers. Jack flinched as each one snapped like a brittle twig.

“Why not just kill him?” Jack felt slightly sorry for the man, for he didn’t have a chance with this woman.

“So he cannot “take” anymore women…not without being a cripple anyway. Had I not been a witch, a woman would not have stood a chance. Besides…” a malicious grin lit up her face, “I want him to suffer. I can only imagine how many times he has attempted this and succeeded. Let us let him live, yet hinder him slightly, so he can be paid back for his wicked deeds. Death would be too kind for a man evil as this.” Her eyes had turned back to the normal blue they had held as she walked away from the now bloody mass at her feet. She turned the corner, Jack running to keep up with her brisk stride. Though her eyes held no more of the blue fire in them, but she still looked just as livid and defiant. People were beginning to stare at such an independent yet fair woman. Didn’t she BELONG to a brothel? What gave her the right to act like that? Men openly pointed at her as she strode down the street, her pace quickening with each step. Jack finally had to break into a very heavy run to keep up with her. Her walking pace was almost faster than his run.

“What…the bloody hell…” he panted after a while, “….are you playing at? You….need to stay…..with me!” He had to stop, for he nearly ran into an approaching cart. Otluta had merely sidestepped it and continued on her way.

“STOP!” Jack had to bellow, for she was nearly halfway down the block already. His hands were on his knees as he was bent over, gasping for air. He had never run that hard and that fast for so long, including the time he had to escape from Commodore Norrington. Otluta stopped abruptly and turned, walking briskly back to Jack. Jack winced slightly and he knew he was in for it.

“What do you think I’M playing at? I think I should be asking YOU, oh, my CAPTAIN!” She suddenly began to shout at him. “YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST TAKE ME HERE AND WALTZ AROUND WITH YOUR WHORES, AND TELL ME YOU’RE SHOWING ME THE SIGHTS? WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO SEE SUCH A WRETCHED PLACE? YOU WERE THE ONE THAT TOLD ME WHAT A GREAT PLACE IT WAS! YOU, MY CAPTAIN, ARE A LIAR! A DIRTY, THIEVING, SCOUNDREL AND LIAR WHO DOES NOT EVEN DESERVE THE BLESSING OF DEATH! YOU ARE NO BETTER THAN THAT MAN BACK THERE!” She gestured toward the alleyway from which they had come. By now, Jack was standing upright, but he was cowering inside. Why had he shown her Tortuga? She was expecting it to be beautiful! Not filled with whores and rapists. She was glaring at him with what looked like utmost hatred in her eyes. She wasn’t finished, however.

“LET ME TELL YOU WHAT ELSE I THINK OF YOU, JACK SPARROW! I THINK YOU ARE A HORRIBLE, ARROGANT, DEVIL! I DEMAND TO BE TAKEN BACK TO THE SHIP THIS INSTANT! I--” But she didn’t get to finish her sentence. Jack felt a wrench in his chest, and it felt as though she were tugging at his very heart and attempting to tear it out of his chest. Almost without thinking, he reached out quickly, and grabbed her weaker arm. A cry of indignation rang out and Jack ignored it. He proceeded to drag her away from the street. She was attracting too much attention as it were. He also had to ignore the heavy blows from her good arm that were raining down on his head. She was immensely strong and if he didn’t get her away quickly, he would be unconscious or dead. Finally, Jack reached a secluded alley where they could no longer be heard.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DON’T YOU DARE THINK THAT YOU ARE GOING TO HAVE ME! YOU SHALL NEVER HAVE ME! I HAVE NEVER MET SUCH INSOLENCE! YOU—” But Jack quickly covered her mouth with his. His original intention was to shut her up. She spoke to him as though she were royalty! Ha! But her scent overwhelmed him. The sea, white tea and ginger took over his senses until it was a part of his being. With this and the touch of her soft lips, he was gone. He kissed her, chastely at first…just brushed his lips over her impossibly soft mouth. But then he slipped his tongue into her mouth and tentatively touched hers. She hesitated at first, but then kissed him back. Soon their tongues were battling for dominance and Jack had her pressed against the wall of the alley. He heard her make a noise of surprise in her throat but then it seemed that she couldn’t resist either. It seemed as though all her anger was being translated into lust. She moaned softly as Jack’s engorged member pressed into her body. Jack was breathing hard and seemed to be trying to kiss every inch of her—her neck, her ears, her mouth, her cheeks, her nose…

Slowly, very slowly, he moved his hands up to her body, stroking her smooth skin, caressing her. Otluta answered with another soft moan which seemed to make Jack become even more aroused. He pressed into her harder. Finally it was to the point where she couldn’t breathe because she was pressed so tightly against the wall.

Suddenly there was a round of cannon fire not far from them and they each broke out of their state of passion, both gasping for breath. Jack looked behind him, and Otluta straight ahead. Jack had Otluta’s hair gripped tightly in one hand, the other, firmly around her slim waist. There was another round and they looked at each other. This was not a good thing. Jack recognized those cannons. He had the feeling they belonged to the fleet of Commodore Norrington, the man who wanted Jack hanged. They both saw worry in each other’s eyes. Without a word, Jack backed off and Otluta stepped forward. They needed to get out of here. Jack looked around the corner before he and Otluta were leaving the alleyway and pelting away toward the Pearl.


Urgh…I don’t know about that. It’s kind of some sexual tension that was broken, but it wasn’t because they were particularly horny….yeah. I don’t know, I’ve never written anything particularly sexual before. :-