Nightmares By The Sea

A/N--It seems I forgot the disclaimer a couple of times. I wouldn’t want to get sued, so here I go: I don’t own Pirates or anything pertaining to them. Disney owns all. Disney the all powerful. (I wonder who he has behind HIS curtain?) I would just like to add for posterity that if Jack Sparrow were real and not just the imagining of Das Mouse that nothing, absolutely NOTHING on God’s green Earth could keep me from kidnapping him and locking him away for my own person…..entertainment. And now: On with the show…..



Shortly before midnight, a light rain began to fall. Shortly after, it began to pour. It could have been raining toads and she wouldn’t have noticed; all she could think about was Jack. Gibbs cuffed her on the shoulder, not for the first time that night, and hollered at her.
“Hey, girlie,” he cried “What’s in yer head? You’re supposed to be navigatin’. Navigate!”
Evangeline apologized and sighed.
“I don’t know how without the stars. That’s all he taught me.”
“He’ll teach ye more before long, I’ll wager,” Gibbs said under his breath.
“Pardon?” she asked.
“I said: This rain won’t be blowin’ over till after dawn, I’ll wager. Why don’t ye turn in?”
Evangeline nodded in agreement and headed to the cabin. When she got there, she paused with her hand on the doorknob for a long time. Jack was in there and it was still long hours till dawn. She could still find a bunk with the crew, or….
She threw the door open with much more force than she intended and it hit the wall outside the cabin with a crack that echoed like a gunshot. Jack was still awake, lamps lit, and was reaching for his pistol until he saw who was standing in his door. Evangeline was soaked to the bone, the clothing she wore leaving nothing to the imagination. Her eyes were wild and she seemed unwilling or unable to enter the cabin. He raised an eyebrow and motioned for her to come in.
She shook her head and it was all he could do to keep from getting up and collecting her. From the way she was breathing, chest rapidly rising and falling, pert little breasts straining against the wet fabric, he knew if he moved, she’d bolt and he’d not get her to return.
“I don’t want to talk,” she finally said.
Jack put his elbows on the desk, tented his hands and cocked his head.
“What did ye have in mind, luv?” he asked, struggling to keep his voice level.
With a sigh, Evangeline entered the cabin, closed the door, and then backed up against it. Jack slowly got out of his chair and crossed the room with even, measured steps. When he reached her, he placed his hands on her waist and pulled her to him. He leaned down to kiss her and she stopped him with a word.
“Jack?”
“Yes, luv,” he all but groaned.
“When you said I was yours, what did you mean?”
“I-”
“Am I your for tonight, a week, how long are we talking?”
Jack smiled.
“Are we discussing terms?”
He tried to kiss her again and she pulled back.
“I’ll not be your Tortuga whore,” she informed him.
Jack stared at her hard for two beats, then removed his hands from her waist and took a step back.
“Christ,” he muttered “You’re already planning your trousseau, aren’t you?”
“Not the marrying type then?” she countered.
Jack swept his hand to encompass his cabin and himself.
“Do I look like the marrying type?”
Evangeline could form no answer or retort, the words stuck in her throat like glue. Her eyes burned and she turned her head from Jack so he wouldn’t see her tears. Jack turned her back to him with a finger on the chin and kissed her. She returned the kiss, but the passion she’d felt earlier had fled. He pulled back and looked at her, brushing a thumb across her cheek. She leaned into his caress and bit back a sob.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“If you can’t promise me anything, then you can have me,” she said coldly “But it will never be all of me.”
He sighed and pulled her to him in a hug, resting his chin on top of her head.
“Would it help if I told you I loved you?”
Evangeline stopped breathing and looked up at him.
“You barely know me,” she said, voice unsure.
Neither of them said anything for a minute, then Evangeline broke the silence.
“You love me?”
Jack smiled.
“Lust, I know, but his is different. I feel something here,” he said and patted his chest with a bejeweled hand “And maybe a little bit here.”
He moved his hand slightly up and to the left. Evangeline snorted and hugged him tight.
“I’m tired,” she said and walked across the room where she got dressed for bed as discreetly as possible.
Jack struggled to remain calm, knowing any anger he felt was just disappointment. Evangeline crawled into bed and pulled the covers up.
“I think I’ll take my watch early,” Jack said tightly.
Evangeline rolled her eyes and patted the bed next to her.
“I won’t bite,” she said.
“I’m afraid I might,” was his answer, but he locked the cabin, undressed and crawled into bed next to her.

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Evangeline lay there for a long time, trying to go to sleep, but her mind wouldn’t let her drift off. She played the days’ events over in her mind wondering how so much could have happened so fast. Eventually, Jack began to snore and she opened her eyes. Rolling over, she regarded the Captain with a lover’s eye. She longed to reach over and run her hands along the hard planes of his stomach, wanted to trace the twin bullet holes with her fingers and try to kiss them away. Asleep, all the cunning was gone from his face and he was simply beautiful. He loved her. Evangeline played with that idea and began softly to cry. She reached out for him and had almost touched him when he opened one eye. She gasped an pulled her hand back. Jack saw her tears and closed his eyes again, groaning.
“I didn’t do it,” he said “And if I did do it, I didn’t mean to. And if I did mean to, it seemed like a good idea at the time.”
Evangeline giggled and wiped her tears away with the back of her hand.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, rolling over and propping himself up on one elbow.
“I think I think too much,” she said mournfully.
“I’ll attest to that,” he said a beat later.
She smacked his arm and he smiled.
“Again with the hitting, woman! Pirates who hit their Captain get thrown in the brig.”
“You wouldn’t dare,” she said, very sure of herself.
“You’re right,” he answered “I’ll just tie you to my bed and never let you go.”
Evangeline gave an audible gulp.
“Do you really love me?” she asked.
“I think I do,” he said, sounding very surprised “And what of you?”
“I don’t know,” she answered “I’ve never been in love before. I like the idea of being yours, is that the same thing?”
He shook his head.
“No, but it’s in the same neighborhood. Though you would have made me a happier man if ye’d just of said yes.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
Jack shrugged, though the off-hand gesture did nothing to quell the heaviness that had settled in his heart.
“The heart wants what the heart wants,” he said “Never apologize for that.”
“What does your heart want?” she asked after a moment.
Jack didn’t answer, but got up and retrieved one of the lengths of silk she had been using. He wrung whatever water he could out of it onto the floor and climbed back on the bed.
“Close your eyes,” he said and she did what she was told
He doubled the silk over onto itself and put it up to her eyes. She tried to pull back, but he had the ends tied behind her head before she could make much of a protest.
“Jack….” she said, voice laced with fear.
A kiss was his only reassurance. He gently tugged on her bottom lip with his teeth and she leaned into him. Jack reached behind her and grabbed the hem of her nightshirt, lifting it up and over hear head. Instead of pulling it all the way off, though, he left her wrists in the sleeves and twisted the fabric until her wrists touched, held fast. He looped the nightshirt over one of the posts on his bed and made gentle shushing noises when her breathing became erratic. Straddling her hips, he leaned down and kissed her neck biting just below her ear. He reveled in the little mewling noises she was making, knowing he was the cause of them and he was the first to be the cause of them. He pinched on of her nipples between his thumb and forefinger and she made a cry like a bird, arching her back off the bed.
“Like that, did ye?” he chuckled and dipped his head to her breast.
He continued to roll one of her nipples with his fingers and sucked the other one into his mouth, alternately licking and biting it. Evangeline had stopped breathing altogether. He laughed against her breast and it rumbled in her chest, making an odd counter-rhythm to her pounding heart.
“Breathe, luv,” he said “Yer no good to me unconscious.”
She gasped in a breath and he began to kiss his way down her stomach, tongue slipping briefly into her belly button. He kissed her hips, the top of each thigh, and pushed her legs apart. She felt his warm breath against her and wondered what he was doing. He placed a kiss against her nether lips and slipped his tongue into her folds.
Evangeline cried out and turned her hips away. He turned her back and she clapped her legs shut.
“Have I ever given you reason not to trust me?” he asked.
“Up till now, no,” was her answer.
He simply clucked his tongue and pushed her thighs apart again. She felt his breath again and then his tongue. He swirled it around her opening and then licked up, flexing it so it rasped and flicked against her clit. Evangeline forgot completely why she was protesting. In fact, she hoped he would continue to teach her a lesson for protesting in the first place. It would serve her right…..
She wasn’t disappointed.
Robbed of her sight, she was drowning in sensation, not even remotely able to predict what he’d do next. She felt the pressure building up in her lower belly and was near singing with joy because she now knew what came next. Then he moved his mouth. She let out a wordless cry and , had her hands been free, he was sure she would have hit him. He massaged her thighs with his fingers and kissed his way back up her body, giving each breast a reverent kiss, before settling on her mouth.
She wanted to tell him to go back to what he’d been doing, but she wasn’t sure how to ask for it. As if reading her mind, Jack went back to that part of her that was on fire. He pushed on finger into her, then two and she wiggled a little against this new sensation. He began to slowly move his hand inside of her and sucked the nub of her clit into his mouth in much the same way he had with her nipple. He exerted constant pressure on it and in the same moment, bit down gently upon it and curved his fingers ever so slightly upward.
Her whole world shattered into a million tiny little pieces. She didn’t merely see stars, she saw the entire cosmos. Worlds upon worlds and at the center of each was Jack Sparrow.
When her vision cleared, she realized he had taken the silk from her eyes and was looking at her with unbridled lust. He loosed her hands and looped them around his neck. He pushed into her wet heat and she groaned as she stretched to accommodate his size. He stopped when he reached the barrier that was the testament to her virginity. He leaned his forehead against hers and looked into her eyes.
“My heart wants you,” he said.
He pushed forward through her innocence and she cried out, fisting her hands into his hair. He stopped, his whole body shaking with the effort to remain still. He kissed away the few tears that had escaped from her eyes and whispered comforting words against her lips. Finally, she wiggled her hips, testing, and he wiggled back. Her eyes grew wide and he took this as his cue to move. He pulled out until only the tip of his cock was in her and plunged back in with as much force as he dared. She threw her head back and arched into him. He increased his pace and she matched his rhythm. He noticed how her skin glowed silver in the half-dark and how his hands looked like hold against it. Silver and gold moving together.
Jack threw her legs up, hooking her knees on his shoulders and the new angle was too much. She cried out, her release causing his. He have one last, hard thrust and buried himself deep inside her. Fire seemed to course through his veins and he emptied himself into her wet, hot depths.
He collapsed on top of her and she held his head in her arms. Soon, then both drifted off to sleep.
Shortly before dawn, there was a knock at the door. Jack awoke and began idly playing with Evangeline’s beasts. She smiled drowsily at him.
“Cap’n,” Gibbs called “I’m done with me watch.”
“I’m sick,” Jack called back.
“Cap’n?”
“I’m dead,” Jack yelled, smiling at Evangeline when she laughed softly. He placed a hand between her legs and continued talking to his first mate.
“Horrible flesh eating disease. Happened during the night. Very tragic. Very sudden.”
Jack could almost hear Gibbs trying to work this out.
“Oh, for crying out loud, man! Give Cotton the helm. I’m busy.”
“Oh,” Gibbs said, understanding, and they heard him walking away, yelling for Cotton.
Evangeline giggled, then gasped as Jack entered her without warning.


A/N: Thank you to all the lovely, lovely people who have taken time to review. It really makes a story worth writing when you hear how much people enjoy it. That being said, please review. (he he) Thanks to Jesse, for her help, also. Next comes battle, blood, and piracy. Look for it soon!