Destiny's Requiem

A/N: and so the saga continues....

CHAPTER 7

The more Jack tried to stay focused on his daily activities the more he found his eyes wandering off to find her and Willy somewhere deck. On more than one occasion he had even been caught looking, but now looking could be dangerous. The storm had moved in from out of nowhere and with it came a focus he hadn’t had all day. His mind had been questioning Lizzie’s intentions for him for the evening ahead, he was curious to see what she could come up with for him. But now all he could think about was how to keep her safe. He put the wheel in Cottons hands for the moment as he walked to ensure that the crew was completing all of his demands before quickly running off to grab Lizzie who was standing with Willy just outside his cabin looking off into the distance somewhat concerned. This wouldn’t be her first storm at sea, but it was certainly Willy’s, and his safety was most important to her.

Jack approached her from behind and startled her slightly with a hand to her shoulder. “Relax Lizzie. I’ll get us through this.” His voice was calm and reassuring.

She remembered the days when the words would have been ‘ill get her through this.’ Now it wasn’t just about the Pearl, it was about them all. Jack had certainly changed since she’d met him, almost as much as she had. Surely his stay in the locker had shown him how miserable a life alone, with only a ship, really could be. His words gave her the confidence she needed right now. “I know you will.” She turned to kiss his cheek, “be safe.”

“Stay in me cabin with Willy, luv and promise me ye will stay there until I come to get ye.” His face held the most seriousness she’d ever seen so she could not even argue. “The bed is anchored to the floor, nothing will move it Lizzie, anchor yourself there and hold on to Willy.” He brushed his hand through the boy’s hair. She merely nodded her head in acceptance. Jack laughed, “and to think I half expected the stubborn lass I once knew to fight me on this.”

“I never thought I’d see the day you’d care about anything other than yer ship in a storm.” She smiled up at him, “I guess we’ve both changed.”

“Perhaps.” He kissed her quickly and motioned for her to go into his cabin.

“I love you Jack. Be careful.” With those words the pirate king walked off into his cabin, full of fear but with complete faith that Jack could get them through.

Jack returned to the helm almost reluctantly. His heart beat with the same excitement he always had anytime he had the chance to take on a storm and test his abilities, but somehow it pained him to not be able to hold her in his arms and physically assure her safety. He strapped himself to his wheel and set his sights on the raging ocean ahead of him. This would be quite a storm.

Lizzie lay in his bed Willy wrapped tightly in her arms and surrounded by pillows. The boy didn’t look scared, but why should he? He was too young to understand the potential dangers. She had taken Wills chest out of the place she kept it in case the worst should happen. She couldn’t lose it at sea; she could at least keep that promise to him. Although she hadn’t really broken any promises to him, she still felt a little guilty about her newfound bond with Jack. The thumping of Wills heart calmed her as she used his rhythm to sing to Willy.

She could hear the thunder cracking and the echoes of the men screaming above as she rocked the sleeping boy. She silently begged Calypso to keep the only living man she loved safe. Deep down she knew Jack would never let her down.

On deck Jack watched as another of his crew wash overboard with the receding wave, yet another of his more inexperienced deckhands. He couldn’t be concerned with that, not now. Captain Turner would certainly care for the lad. He shouted an order to the others to cover the lost mans station and turned the wheel hard into the direction of the incoming swell. He would not be lost to this storm, or any. He was getting tired, but he kept fighting, holding strong to his ship and his desire to hold Lizzie in his arms.

The storm had raged for hours, actual time failing to be known or be of that great an importance to him, but he knew the evening to be long gone. Finally he noticed the waves decreasing in size and the horizon growing in illumination, indicating both the storms passing and the suns rebirth. Once he had assured the ships safety he handed the wheel off to Cotton and went to inspect the damage. He found a few holes that would need filling and some patches in the main sail would fix the tears that had occurred. All in all there was nothing too costly. He ran his hand across the rail and spoke a silent thank you to the Pearl for pulling him through.

Lizzie felt the ship calm down and the light coming into the cabin gave her confirmation of the storms departure. Willy had fallen asleep in her arms; he truly could sleep through anything, and slept through most of the storm. Now that there was no risk of being thrown about she removed herself from the bed and moved to fix some of the things that had fallen throughout the cabin and put the chest away for safe keeping. She desperately wanted to go on deck and check on Jack, but she would not leave Willy alone after that. When she had cleaned up she lay back down, hoping to get a little sleep since Jack still had not returned, and she herself was tired.

Jack finally strode into the cabin sometime later. Shocked at its cleaner condition, he looked at Lizzie who had fallen asleep in his bed, having relocated Willy to his own crib. Needing to rid himself of his wet clothes and gain some warmth he removed his effects, setting them down on his desk and began undressing. Carefully placing them over different furniture in his cabin in order to get them to dry. He then walked over to the bed and climbed in.

Lizzie having only recently fallen asleep felt the bed shift and felt a sudden dampness under the covers. She rolled over to face him smiling brightly before reaching out to touch his face. “You’re ok.” She smiled at him.

“So are you.” He smiled back, exhaustion written all over his face.

“You’re freezing.” She stated when she touched his skin and pulled him to her, hoping to radiate some warmth into his body. “And naked.” She chuckled.

“Aye. A condition I rather enjoy being in at the same time you are.” He smirked at her.

“Jack your exhausted.”

“Never too tired for you luv.” He kissed her and pulled her tighter to his body merely enjoying her presence.

“Jack you just battled a monster of a storm, you should sleep.” She kissed him again and felt herself already willing to give in to his advances, despite Willy’s presence and her own lack of sleep.

“What fun is sleeping hmmm?” He moved to flip her below him but found his body to be unwilling to do so.

Chuckling she pushed him over and straddled his waist, removing her shirt while meeting his gaze. “I suppose you do deserve a reward for having kept us safe and I think I know how to warm you up.” She leaned down to kiss him on the lips before rising from the bed and removing her breeches and reclaiming her position a top him. “And I do believe that we had plans before this nasty little storm interfered.” She had spent one night with Jack, and in that one night he’d unleashed a side of her she didn’t know existed; she was wanton, she was lustful, and she knew he would never judge her for being that way. If anything he would encourage it. He never judged her about anything, he let her be herself.

His head lifted to meet her chest and he began nibbling and sucking. “I’m sorry to have ruined those plans” he moved to kiss her neck, “can I make it up to you luv?” He eagerly claimed her mouth, suddenly not as exhausted as he had been.

“I can think of a few ways Captain Sparrow,” She pushed him back to the bed and positioned him at her entrance, “we can start here.”

And as if the storm hadn’t been enough of a hindrance to their plans for the evening, there morning plans were interrupted by the hungry cries of the youngest Turner. With a chuckle she pushed herself off of Jack despite how much she really wanted to stay with him, “Motherhood calls, I’m sorry.” She quickly dressed and went to claim to the boy.

If he had more energy about him he probably would have been a baby about the whole thing. Instead to he took a few deep breaths and grunted, “s’alright Luv.” She walked over to the bed and placed a quick kiss on his lips before taking Willy to the galley. “I was tired anyway” he muttered to himself before moving his hand down his belly to grip his erect member, clearly he needed to solve this little issue before he would be able to get any rest.


Jack awoke a few hours later when the heat from the afternoon sun felt as if it was going to cook him alive if he stayed in his cabin any longer. His clothes were only slightly damp which helped to cool his bones a little. He walked back out on deck and found most of his crew returning to work. It seems they all had the same issue sleeping in the soaring heat. He gave the order to make way as the lone watchman and Cotton headed below deck to finally get some shut eye. He stroked the spokes of his wheel and thanked her for getting through the storm and silently scanned the horizon.

Elizabeth was exhausted. She desperately needed some sleep and Willy was being quite the adventurous handful. She brought him up on deck thinking that maybe a stint in the sunlight would wear him out a bit so he could nap and she could too. She saw Jack at the wheel and figured she’d bring Willy to say hello and check his mood after their earlier interruption.

“’Ello Luv,” he smiled at her.

“Judging by your cheery tone I guess you aren’t mad about earlier?”

“As much as I’d like to be I can’t compete with ‘im for your affections,” he frowned.

“Don’t worry, you’ll always run a very close second.” She smirked up at him before leaning on her toes to kiss his cheek.

“Warms me heart, luv.”

“Jaaaaa CCKK” Willy’s little voice immediately pulled their attention aside.

“What did you say?” Lizzie and Jack said in complete sync.

“Jaaaaaa CCKK” the boy repeated, a little too much spit coming out on the second part.

“That’s right Willy, that’s Uncle Jack!” She hugged the boy to her and looked at Jack for a reaction.

“Smart lad isn’t ‘e?” he looked at him and at Lizzie in amazement. He would never admit how much pride he had in that moment, yet something about his name being the boys second major word fulfilled him deep down. Feeling the need to change the subject he commented, “Ill take the lad from ye, go get some sleep luv.”

“Jack, I couldn’t. The ship…”

He placed a hand to her lips briefly and reached for the boy who immediately reached for his Uncle Jack. “We will be fine. You go get some rest. After all, I need ye all rested for later, savvy?” He smirked his signature Captain Jack smirk at her and knew he had her convinced.

“Fine.” She huffed, smiling to herself as she turned around, “that’s why I love you” she muttered barely audible enough for Jack to hear as she walked away from them.

The afternoon passed fairly uneventfully as the Pearl sailed on at a leisurely pace and made the necessary repairs from the storm. Jack left Willy with Marty and went to grab some fruit from the galley before heading up to his cabin. He walked in to find Lizzie’s clothes draped over a chair and the sleeping form of a naked Lizzie in his bed. Ever the opportunistic one Jack stripped himself of all effects and shirt and lie in bed next to her slowly eating the apple he had brought with him.

His munching startled her awake and she was greeted by the ever-knowing smile she had come to love.

“I love finding a naked Lizzie in me bed.” He stated in between chews. “Greatest treasure in the world that.”

“Really Captain Sparrow I never would have known if not for the immeasurable grin on your face.” She smiled back at him. “How’s Willy?”

“Boys fine I hung him from the main mast and he’s currently swinging around having a grand ole time.”

“JACK!” She said sternly and somewhat overdramatically.

“Just kidding I’m not that much of a daft ole bugger. He helped me steer and inspect some things and then he ate. Currently he’s playing with Marty and has plans of having a sleepover down below so his mother can amuse me for the evening.”

She smacked him playfully. ”Must you always?”

“Must I what? Be devilishly handsome, irresistible…”

She pressed her hand to his lips to quite him, “Prove to be such a wonderfully difficult, bloody insatiable pirate?”

“Aye.” He replied quickly and leaned in to kiss her. “I believe that’s why ye love me? Is it not luv?” He smirked at her, making her aware that he had heard her earlier statement.

“Aye it is.” She leaned into him and kissed him again. “Now are you going to let me show you just how much I love you or are you going to lie here eating your apple with that smug look on your face?”

His only response was to throw the apple clean across the room and roll over onto his back and stare at her, waiting patiently for her to make her move. He then turned his head to look at her and stated in a rather matter-of –fact tone, “by all means show me Lizzie” the husky tone in his voice sent chills up her spine but she moved to straddle his waist.

“Well it seems Captain Sparrow that there are some rather hindering fabrics in my way.” She nodded to his pants.

He licked his lips before replying, “I’m fairly certain those can be lost right quickly.” He moved to stand and remove his breeches when her hand grabbed him and yanked him back in place.

She moved to straddle him again and slowly trailed soft kisses down his torso until she met the waistband. She seductively winked at him and moved her mouth to the laces that she expertly untied using her teeth. Jack was left wondering when she had become such a seductress and questioning what in the hell had taken him so damn long to get to this point. Before he knew it she had slid her hands into the waistband and was slowly pulling them down his legs, tossing them like a rag to the floor and turning to inspect her handiwork. “I would say that you are very aroused right now captain.”

“Excellent observation luv. And just what do you plan on doing about it eh?” He squinted playfully at her as she moved slowly back up his body to sit on his thighs. He could feel her eagerness almost as much as he could feel his own so he reached out to touch her at the source.

“No, no,” she playfully pushed his hand away and leaned down to kiss his lips, she pulled back just enough to utter her next words which nearly made his heart stop, “I want to pleasure you with my mouth the way you did for me.”

“Lizzie,” he gasped. But his attempted response was too late she had already slid back down his body and was staring wide eyed at his engorged member.

“Hmmm, like this? She began slowly kissing it and running her hand along its length until her fingers brushed against his balls eventually cupping them. “You like that hmm?” Jack either out of complete shock or real inability could not respond with more than a head nod. As his squirming increased she took his head into her mouth and began sucking on it, increasing her pace as she heard his breathing becoming more and more irregular.

Jack was in heaven. Never had he expected this from her, especially not this soon. He figured it would have taken more time to corrupt her. Sure she had reached for it and gave it a little loving before, but never had it been this thorough of an examination. It warmed his heart that she was this comfortable with him, this willing to experiment. His mind raced with the possibilities that were now clearly within his reach. He felt himself nearing his end so he grabbed her and pulled her up to him before he would be of no use to her. She looked at him searching his eyes for approval “Did I do something wrong?” Her tone was dripping with sarcasm but he ignored it, merely kissing her, hard and passionate before replying.

“Absolutely not luv, you are bloody fantastic.” He kissed her again, “but ye need to allow an old man his fun eh?” Before she could respond he had taken over the situation and reversed her to her back. He slowly pulled her by her feet down the bed until her toes hit the floor where he dropped to his knees in front of her glistening treasure. “Let me return the favor eh?” He ran a hand over her belly to relax her a bit and ordered her to close her eyes. He was determined to make her feel every one of his ministrations.

His fingers brushed across her ever so lightly causing her to moan and beg for more. But he wouldn’t give it to her, not just yet. He used his fingers to expose her core and blew a light puff of air into the opening. He had barely touched her and she was already trembling from the sensations he was causing deep within her being. When he finally applied his tongue her mind boggled to the point of no return and all she could do was scream for him to enter her. Damn his teasing she needed him and she would not wait a second longer.

She sat herself up, still very much on the edge of the bed and jerked him near violently to his feet, her impatience eliciting a large laugh from her cohort. She tried to pull him back onto the bed but he refused wanting to agitate her just enough. Instead it did the opposite. She was his equal and could play his game just as well. She slid herself back on the bed, spread her legs wide, knees high and met his eyes with the most wanton gaze he’d ever seen. She then proceeded to slip her own hand into her weeping entrance.

“Well played my Lizzie,” were his only words as he pounced onto the bed and was quickly atop her and positioning himself between her legs. It didn’t take more than a second and he had slid himself home showing no quarter as he thrust deep within her.

“Jack….I…I…want to lead,” she managed to state between ragged breaths and at her command he rolled them over so she could ride him high. He managed to bring his hips up to meet her descend and with every movement she felt him deeper within her. They’re motions became less rhythmic and more frantic as his hands came to caress her breasts while she bounced unmercifully atop him. Sensing his end coming he lifted his lips to her nipple and sucked down hard, eliciting a scream of pleasure as he felt her innermost muscles clench down around him granting him his own release.

She collapsed atop him coated in sweat and completely satiated. When he went to remove himself from within her she stopped him. Begged him to stay there, she couldn’t bare being separate from him right now. With no questions he obliged her. They lay silent like that for a few more moments before Jack spoke. “So wherever did you learn all that?”

She blushed, “You know there were maids in the governors house and I did spend time in Tortuga. I’m inquisitive and like trying new things.” She should have known he’d ask her such a thing.

“Maids hmm? And Tortuga’s finest…interesting teachers for a lass like you.” He smiled at her.

“Are you complaining?” She feigned hurt.

“Absolutely not luv.” He kissed her again removing both of their minds from the conversation at hand until they fell asleep intertwined.