Unseasoned Ties

You're utterly captivated by the delicious sight he makes, his tangled dark hair and his beautiful brown eyes staring up at you. You smile sweetly in response and sarcastically counter, "Really? Cause I thought I was playing with you. But if it's fire that I'm playing with, I don't know if I want to. What with the burning possibility and all. I can't imagine that being burned would be all that much fun. And how exactly am I playing with fire Jack? I don't see any on the boat here. Please, do explain."

"Oh do shut up Nymph, do ye always 'ave somethin' else ta say?" Jack questions lightly.

"Of course. You wouldn't have me any other way," you insist arrogantly.

Jack laughs softly, "I would 'ave ye any way I possibly could luv."

You shake your head in astonishment at how he manages to turn every little comment sexual, but you don't mind one bit.

"Come 'ere luv," Jack instructs. He scoots over to the left making more room next to him and pats the empty space with his hand.

Grinning, you huff in faux annoyance and move your body over to sit next to him. It's a tight squeeze but that doesn't bother you in the slightest.

Jack wraps his right arm around you and pulls you down to rest your back against the edge of the small boat. You can feel the muscles along his side pressed hard against you as you relax and rest your head on his broad shoulder. Stretching your legs straight out in front of you, you make sure that the shirt covers you as much as it possibly can. Which is only to the middle of your thighs. You'd be perfectly comfortable if it weren't for how thirsty and hungry you are. 'I can't tell Jack. He won't be able to do anything about it and he'll just feel bad,' you think to yourself.

"No...but I have some things I'm curious about...so I'm just gonna ask them," you firmly state.

Jack raises his left arm in the air and uses his finger to trace around the outline of the sun, then drops it over the side of the boat and into the cool water. "Go ahead then luv, I doubt I could stop ye."

You quickly think of something to ask him since you hadn't actually gotten that far in the thinking process.

"What was your childhood like...how did you become a pirate...do your parents know?"

You stop asking questions when you realize that you kind of fired them off pretty quickly.

Turning your head you watch him think about his answer, noticing his furrowed brow and wondering that maybe they weren't such good topics to touch on right now.

"Me childhood was decent. I became Captain Jack Sparrow after me parents were gone. It was easy, I found I was well suited," he answers all of your questions but keeps them vague.

"What happened to your parents?" you softly ask, wanting him to open up.

Jack sighs and pinches his eyes shut, opening them again he slowly answers your question. "Me parents always fought. The topic never mattered. Mostly it was 'bout me or his drinkin'. They'd fight, father would leave fer awhile, mum would cry, father would come back, it was a circle with 'em. One time though me mum followed him, found him with a another woman. She couldn' handle it. Never even let 'im know that she 'ad seen.......she got back home an' shredded her wrists wit' a broken bottle. I loved me mum...but I wasn' reason enough fer her ta stay around. Father got home and didn' know what ta do, blamed me fer not stoppin' her. He was never much of a father, didn' know how. So he left. Last time I saw 'im."

The entire time you were stunned in silence. You expected his childhood to maybe suck, but never this. "How old were you?" you ask, fearing the answer.

"...Twelve."

Your face just falls. 'Oh my god he was so little,' you think. Tears begin to well in your eyes and you want to say something to make it better, but know of nothing that could do it. Jack turns his head and notices your expression. You can actually see his eyes change as he closes back up and you expect the flippant remark that you're sure is on its way.

"Don' look so sad luv. I've squared wit' it. If none of that 'appened, I may never 'ave been Captain of the Pearl and therefore may never 'ave met you."

Not wanting him to completely shut himself off from you, quickly you ask him a follow-up question, "So how did you come to be a pirate?"

Jack begins to absentmindedly massage your upper arm with his hand. The miniature massage is proving to be very distracting. Your eyes flutter shut for a brief moment when he trails that hand to the back of your neck to knead the muscles there. Opening your eyes, you ask, "What are you doing?"

Lowering his head to nuzzle the side of your neck, he murmurs innocently, "What ever do ye mean luv?"

You feel Jack puff warm breath against your neck and you almost allow your eyes to slide shut again. You have to make your hands into fists to keep yourself from touching him. Just the small project of breathing against your neck is causing your entire body to shudder in response.

When you don't respond, Jack lifts his head to look you in the eyes. "I don' like talkin' bout me past. Never solves anythin' luv. It's the here an' now that interests me."

"Will you tell me one day though?"

"Aye, one day you'll know everythin' there is ta know."

"Thanks," the answer pleases you immensely. 'He said 'one day' which means that he expects me to be around for whenever that day may come.'

"Is there anything you want to know about me? It's only fair that you get to ask me personal questions," you tell him while playing with the hem at the wrist of your shirt.
Jack looks down at your hand and smiles coyly, "Well...more of a favor. I'm feelin' a bit chilly at the moment luv."

You look up at him with your eyebrows raised in confusion, 'The sun is melting me and he's cold? Why do I think he's got ulterior motives?'

"I'd like me shirt back, I'd be awful nice of ye ta take it off..." Jack trails off suggestively.
You immediately start laughing.

"Sooo...tha's a no?"

"I don't think so Jack. I think I'll just keep it on for now."

"Only fer now luv?" Jack hints with a sexual undertone to his voice.

"Yes, for now," you reply happily. Leaning up, you place a kiss to his stubbled cheek. Before you can pull away, Jack reaches up with his left hand and holds your head still. His hand is cold and wet from the water he was dipping it in. Leaning his face down, he stops to rest his forehead against yours. He's so close that you can't help but look into his eyes and you notice them change into a darker shade of deep brown. His lips are parted slightly and you can feel his breath puff against your lips. 'Oh my god, I'm gonna pass out,' you warn yourself while biting your lip, 'It's just not fair he can do this to me.'
Jack's eyes move down to your mouth and you suddenly hear and low rumbling sound emanating from his throat. 'Is he growling or is he purring?' you wonder briefly. The next thing you know, Jack's mouth is on yours and he's having devilish effects on your coherency. The kiss is the most intense thing you've ever experienced. 'He seems to only get better,' you admire. Once he starts nipping at the lip you were just biting, followed by his tongue soothing his nips, all chance at rational thought flees. Melting into his body, you give back as much as you can. Jack uses the arm wrapped around your shoulders to pull you in tighter against his body and begins to massage the back of your neck with his other hand, holding you still.

You find yourself feeling the need to breathe but can't bring yourself to pull away from his hold. Almost as if he could read your mind, Jack pulls away and makes a loud exaggerated smacking noise with his lips. Your head is spinning and you breathe in deeply, bringing as much air as possible into your lungs.

"Hmmm.....hold still fer a moment," Jack tells you. You have no idea why he wants you to, but you couldn't care less. At the moment you're still trying to get your limbs to move upon command. He's leaning forward, you're sure that Jack's going to kiss you again and you aren't sure if you can handle it. But instead of kissing you like you expected, Jack licks up your cheek.

"Uuuummmm.....Jack?"

"Hmm?"

"You just licked my face."

"Aye. I like the way ye taste," Jack simply says while seeming to be in deep thought. You don't know what to think about that. And then you suddenly remember that you haven't taken a shower in far too long for your liking. 'Oh my god. I'm dirty. Do I smell?' you wonder as you try to vaguely smell yourself, 'I don't think I smell. Crap I need a shower. And water and food.' The thought of food makes your stomach growl loudly and you wonder if Jack noticed.

"What do I taste like?" you cautiously ask.

"Melon. Pretty sure it's melon. Somethin' else too, not sure yet," Jack answers distractedly.

"Ohhhh," you sigh in relief, "That's the soap I use. It's Cucumber Melon."

"I approve."

You laugh in response and pull away from Jack a little bit to give yourself more room. Glad that the lusty moment has passed, you aren't sure if you can take another one without passing out.

"So I get ta ask ye a question huh?" Jack muses. Your amazed that he remembered, 'I completely forgot everything that had happened prior to the smooch session.'

"Yep, fire away."

"Is there anythin' that makes ye happy? Other than yer pirate man o'course."

You smile at his cocky use of 'pirate man' and are surprised that his question was nonsexual. 'Makes me happy? Okay. Happy. This is hard,' you think to yourself. You've never felt that pure happiness could be attained and you were never too keen on the idea anyway. 'The only thing I can think of is books, and that answer sounds sad.' Ever since you were little, you have used books as an escape from all things crappy.

"I guess just books. That answer sounds pathetic, but I've always found them to be one of the only things that doesn't hurt me," you answer.

Jack cocks his head to one side in an appraising manner.

You start feeling self-conscious at his silent stare, "What? It's not that weird. Lots of people like to read."

"No tha's not it. Jus' thinkin 'bout somethin'," Jack reassures you with a smile.

Before you can ask him what he was thinking about, Jack suddenly jumps to his feet causing the boat to rock. Gripping on to both sides, you look up wondering what the hell he's doing. Looking out into the direction he's looking, you don't see anything to warrant jumping up so quickly.

"What the hell are you doing Jack?" you ask while trailing your eyes across his back and down to his butt. 'Oh my he has a nice little tushie,' you euphorically think.

Jack reaches down and grabs your arm to pull you up next to him. Leaning down to your height, he reaches out with his left hand and points, "Right there luv."

Squinting your eyes, you finally see what he's talking about. 'A ship! Food! Water! Soap!' you think getting excited. It's straight ahead and you wonder how you didn't notice it and how Jack did. It's pretty far off, but not too far where you can't tell that it's a ship.

"It's the Pearl."

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AN: It took longer than expected. I'll try to get the next one up very soon. I realize that this is freakishly short compared to the others but this is all I've had time for. Read and review!