New Horizons

As the days passed, the Black Pearl sailed on and got closer and closer to Singapore. Lizzie was growing more and more excited as the trek continued; she never once regretted her decision. She was also growing as a pirate. Jack had been continuing their lessons in navigation and he had finally decided that he would allow her to take the night watch. Of course it would mean that he had to spend time alone in the cabin, something he surprisingly hadn’t missed since she found her way into it.

Ever since he proclaimed his love for her it seemed they never so much as disagreed about anything, or at least if they had it never turned into a fight and usually ended with a good romp. They had learned to communicate and Jack had managed to overcome his fears of actually telling Lizzie what was on his mind. His honesty with her often surprised even him. But she was the one and only to have ever broken the code that was Captain Jack Sparrow. He was still the same old Jack to everyone else, but he was something else to her: her buried treasure.

Lizzie had been on watch for a few hours now and she was enjoying having the deck of the Pearl to herself for a change. Suddenly, she heard someone moving up the quarterdeck stairs whispering to what appeared to be himself. She listened closely as she tied off the wheel and walked, sword in hand, towards the noise. She suddenly laughed to herself when she heard a drunken Jack muttering, "Need to find me Lizzie." She returned to the wheel and waited for his grand entrance, as she knew this could be more than amusing. At present day, Jack hadn’t been drinking anywhere near as much as he used to. He found entertaining Lizzie to be much more enjoyable than entertaining his rum. He didn’t mind the sobriety; he often found it to be arousing, or maybe that was just Lizzie that was arousing him. Either way he was happy without it. Lizzie merely marveled at how he had changed. She was even amazed to see what she had always thought to be a drunken swagger was really another one of Jacks misleading behaviors. However, with Lizzie on watch Jack quickly remembered what it was about rum that he loved.

He somehow managed to make the climb and smiled triumphantly as he staggered over to Lizzie’s position. "Hello luv" He went to tip his hat at her and realized he must have left it in the cabin, "bugger that," he stated when he realized his goof.

She couldn’t contain her laughter from him. He was just too funny when he drank this much. "Jack, exactly how much rum did you consume tonight?" She asked trying to suppress her giggles.

He walked around the wheel and put his arms around her waist and spoke into her ear, "I don’t know luv, two or perhaps three bottles," he slurred at her extending his fingers in front of her face, "You ssseee I was sitting at me desk drawing and I was so…" he thought a second "focused, ah that’s it, that I didn’t nearly, what was I getting at again?"

Now she was really laughing at him, "Jack I think you’d better go to bed before you hurt yourself. No more rum either."

"No more rum!?" He yelled it so loud that it actually startled her, "why no rum?" He had let her go and was flapping his arms about in an excessively dramatic fashion.

"Because apparently you have drank enough for the entire crew this evening."

"Aye. But me bed is not as appealing when you’re up here." He smiled at her. She watched as he changed his presence, he was clearly after something; specifically her and it somehow sobered him, slightly.

"True as that may be Captain Sparrow I think its best you leave me to my watch." she tried to say it in as serious a tone as she could bur she felt her desire was building and it was hard for her to mask.

The next thing she knew she tasted rum and the familiar taste of Jack's lips and tongue as he kissed her passionately and explosively almost causing her to lose her grip on the wheel. She managed to push him off long enough to tie off the helm before pushing him back against the nearby rail and resuming it. "So you missed me did you Jack?" She asked him, teasing him slightly.

"Aye. That’s why I brought meself up here to be with me Lizzie." He claimed her lips again. Even a drunk Jack Sparrow could take her breath away.

She broke from his kiss and returned her attentions to the helm before she wouldn’t be able to leave him be. He sat down on the deck beside where she stood and gazed up at the stars for a few moments. "Its times like these I wish you still wore dresses." He muttered as he moved his hand over her leg. She jumped from his sudden touch and she felt herself yearning for him even more. He had to make it difficult for her. Couldn’t he have just stayed in his quarters?

"Its pirates like you that make me have to wear these." She replied sarcastically as she pulled on the front of her breeches to stress the point.

"Aye it is. But you love this pirate." He reached up and grabbed her on the bottom to get her attention. "Cotton relieves ye soon, then we can do naughty things to each other until the sun comes up savvy." He kissed her thigh. Why did I agree to let her have watch? Stupid, stupid.

The fire was building and she desperately wanted to be with him, but she wasn’t going to let it consume her, she had more willpower than that. She wanted to prove to him that she could be just as valuable to the Pearl as every other crew member and that she wasn’t merely on board to bed him. He didn’t need convincing in that regard but she still needed to keep her post, even if the captain was sitting right there tempting her. "Jack I’m not so sure you’ll make it until Cotton relieves me. Your eyes are heavy and you look eerily like this captain I know who drinks too much and then passes out mid conversation. I highly doubt you can last until sunrise." She smirked at him.

Ouch. I can last all right luv. I'll show you right here on this deck if you’re not careful.

He jumped to his feet, a little too quickly as he flailed his arms around trying to regain his balance, "Is that a challenge?" lips pressed right up to her cheek, eyes locked on hers. He was trying to crack her and begin their contest right then and there.

"Take it as you wish Captain Sparrow. But, if you accept," She ran her hand over his bulging manhood, "-you’d better not disappoint." When has she ever been disappointed?

"I have it on good authority that lil Jack never disappoints." He leaned into her and started nibbling on her ear.

"Jack-" she laughed at him "-does your ego ever stay in its cabin?"

"I don’t know about me ego luv, but lil Jack wants more than anything to visit yours." He snarled into her ear making her shudder.

"Where is that Cotton, hmm?" She asked before leaning in and kissing him. She clearly needed him now.

"I’ll get em!" and he spun on his heels and staggered back across the deck and down to the crews quarters.

Shortly thereafter, Cotton emerged to relieve Lizzie and she ventured below to find Jack. Sure enough, the drunken captain had passed out on the bed and was snoring loudly when she found him. "Bloody pirate." she whispered to herself before walking to his desk and picking up a rum bottle that he had mistakenly left somewhat full. She took a long swig before she noticed the drawing on the paper below. She focused her eyes on a swan appearing to be riding on an ocean wave. The wave appeared to meet another one that was crashing into it. Pictured just above the second wave was a sparrow with its wings spread flying towards the swan. The waves seemed to form a heart where the waves’ lips met. She couldn’t hold back the tears as she stayed staring at the picture he had drawn.

She slowly got up from the desk and lay in bed next to him placing her head on his shoulder and finagling her way into his arms, if she couldn’t have him she wanted to be as close to him as possible.

Jack awoke sometime later with his heartbeat in his head and a sleeping Lizzie in his arms. I like the effect me Lizzie has on me the next morning much more better. He slid himself out of the bed and went over to his desk and took a long swig of the rum, after all nothing would numb the pain in his head like the thing that caused it. He looked down at his desk and noticed the drawing he had left. Bugger I never put it away; I hope she didn’t see it. Look at her sleeping over there so peaceful, so beautiful. He rose from his desk taking the drawing with him and placing it in the small box under his bunk. He removed a large feather from the box before he rejoined Lizzie in bed.

Propped up on his elbow, he ran the feather over her cheek and ghosted it around her lips enticing her to lick her lips in her sleep. He then slowly trailed it over her chin and down her neck to the collar of her shirt. He then began unbuttoning the shirt ever so tenderly as he tried not to wake her as he pushed it open revealing her small perfectly shaped breasts. Why didn’t I indulge myself in excess Lizzie last night instead of me rum? Did I really just admit to liking something more than me rum? Damn love thing. She better awaken soon lil Jack is getting impatient. He resumed teasing her body with the feather as he trailed it down her chest and around her belly causing her to squirm.

When he saw her face showing signs of waking, he positioned himself on top of her. Her eyes slit open, and he greeted her with a passionate kiss.

"Morning luv." He pressed another kiss to her lips "I missed you last night."

She smiled at him "Morning." She leaned up and kissed him again and she realized that her shirt has somehow opened. "Jack, I can’t imagine how my shirt got opened while I was sleeping" she cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Oh that," he laughed "that was me onesie. Needed to wake you I did." He leaned into her again.

"Funny. I needed you last night and you were too drunk to even care." She looked somewhat hurt by the memory of it but somehow her voice still contained a measure of playfulness.

He looked at her slightly bewildered before a twinkle came to his eye, "I'll make it up to you."

"How?" She asked eager to see what he would say.

"I think it would be more better for me to show you." he stated as he moved to trail kisses over her neck.

Words seemed to be lost as was their clothing. They found each other’s pleasurable embrace, trembling bliss, and absolute satisfaction.

They had been silently holding each other and communicating their deepest emotions with their eyes when she decided to break the silence. "Jack, how long until we get to Singapore?"

"Still a few weeks off, luv." He kissed her forehead. "Not getting second thoughts I hope?"

"Never." She kissed him to assure him, "Do you regret my decision to stay?" She teased, knowing full well he didn’t.

He laughed, "Funny Lizzie. Why would I ever-" he hugged her tighter to him"-regret having this in me arms forever?"

"Forever?" She had never really put a time frame to their rendezvous and was kind of surprised to hear him say something along those lines.

"Aye. I like having you around all the time." He kissed her.

"So I guess I don’t have to worry about you running off to some whore house when we make port in Singapore?"

Does she not understand how important she is to me? No whore has ever given me what she does. He looked at her with a somewhat hurt, but completely serious expression, "Lizzie, I could never," he paused, "after having you I want no one else." Yeah, cause that’s a fearsome pirate talking? Oh shut it. She needs to know that.

"I know, was just curious to hear your answer." She laughed at him before she kissed him. "Just wanted to see if you’d say it."

He looked at her grinning, "Ye always have to make me tell ye how I feel and all. Not very good for my…"

"I know, I know, it’s not good for your reputation." She finished it for him, making him chuckle.

He kissed her before removing himself from the bed. "Funny lass, but I need to attend to me ship." He dressed himself and looked back at her with the child like glint he always managed to have in his eye when he was with her and smiled before he left the cabin. She lingered in bed a little longer before getting up and dressing herself and walking on deck to attend to her duties.

It was sometime mid afternoon when Jack came up to her, she was patching up a sail with Ragetti. Well, Ragetti was trying to help but spent more time stabbing himself in the finger, but at least he was making an effort and she found him to be quite amusing company. Suddenly she felt a set of all too familiar hands on her shoulders.

"Ragetti, go relieve Cotton in the crow’s nest."

"Aye Captain." He was quick to his feet and gone.

Jack then assumed the vacant seat and looked at Lizzie who was laughing.

"What’s funny?" he asked slightly confused.

"Oh nothing... but you just sent a one-eyed pirate to be a look out."

"Not like he’s blind!" he shot back before softening his tone, "If you were anyone else, luv, you’d be in the brig for that remark." He smiled slyly at her.

"You wouldn’t send me to the brig captain." She stated rather matter-of-factly.

"Oh, really?" Not without me you won't be going to the brig. He tried to concoct a serious voice to scare her a little.

"Nope" she whispered seductively into his ear.

"And why is that?" He asked trying to retain his edge.

"Cause you," she kissed him, "me."

"Aye, I do." He laughed at her Bloody woman’s never going to let me forget it, is she? "Come with me." He grabbed her arm and pulled her along side him as they walked below deck.

"Where are we going?" She asked him.

"Brig."

"Jack, you can’t be serious!" She started to get a little concerned.

"Ye challenged my orders and then ye dare suggest that you could get
away with it. Not on me ship." He pulled her along.

"Jack I was merely playing with you, I would never…"

"The longer ye keep your mouth flapping Miss Swan the longer ye will spend down there by your onesie, savvy?" Her face suddenly drained of emotion as the truth in what he was saying dawned on her.

He finally reached their destination and he pulled his keys to unlock the cell before he pushed her in and stalked in after her, the evil darkness she had seen in his eyes that day when he boarded the New Life returning. She went to speak but he placed a hand over her mouth while pushing her back to the wall reaching a shackle and fastening it around her wrist. "I thought I told you not to speak?" He reached for another and closed it on her other wrist.

She bit his hand and he pulled it away in sudden pain. "I don’t care what you told me Captain Sparrow. I don’t deserve this and you will let me go now!" She demanded pulling on the shackles trying to get them off.

"Ouch, bloody hell, you bit me Lizzie!"

"When I get out of these…" She was cut off by the impact of his lips crashing on hers and her body begrudgingly relaxed under his touch.

"Now that I have you where I want you." He snarled into her ear. "You didn’t really think I’d leave you here alone, did you luv?" He began kissing and sucking her neck, marking her.

The anger seemed to vanish from her eyes and she chuckled. "I thought you were serious." she kissed him, "Bloody pirate."

"Aye." He dropped to his knees and began untying her breeches. He looked up at her with a devilish grin as he dropped them to her ankles and slipped his tongue between her folds to taste her. "Mmmm. Lizzie you’re delicious." He stated huskily before he ran his fingers up her inner thigh and into her now moistened center.

"Jack," she moaned as his fingers moved inside her.

He kissed her lower stomach before he returned his attentions to her eager opening. He slipped his tongue inside and hungrily lapped up her juices. He found her most sensitive spot and sucked wildly on it until she started trembling and moaning his name as she came.

As she regained some composure he returned to his feet and unchained her. Turning her to face the wall she had been shackled to and separating her legs enough for him to gain access. He lowered his own breeches and plunged into her before she could so much as speak.

"Jack!" she shrieked, surprised to feel him there but increasingly happy he was. He had never taken her from behind before and she couldn’t believe how wonderful it felt. "You feel so good. So big. Please don’t stop." She begged as he wrapped an arm around her stomach pulling her closer to him and placed the other on the wall beside her.

"Believe me luv, I won’t stop until the crew hears me bloody name on deck." He whispered into her ear and began sucking on the lobe before he moved to nuzzle her neck. She began pushing back against him and quickly picked up this new position. They moved slowly at first merely enjoying the intimacy of their activities but as the fire built within them their movements became more frantic and lust driven. He lowered his hand from her stomach and into her right when he felt she was ready to explode. Soon enough she was shaking and screaming his name as he released his seed within her. She rested her head on her arm as he placed his head on her shoulder while they regained some sense of consciousness. When she felt him slip out of her she turned and draped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately as she pulled him into her. They stayed there for a few minutes before separating to fix their clothing. Once fixed they embraced each other again, Lizzie spoke lips barely touching his, "I’m sorry I bit you."

He merely chuckled at her before seizing her lips in another bruising kiss.