The Fine Line Between Legends And Lies

Chapter8:

A/N: Okay Jack and Lizzie will be escaping to Calais now, hope you are still enjoying this story! Please let me know what you think!

The moon shone brightly and the crickets could be heard singing all around the bordello. Elizabeth’s chocolate eyes roamed around the bordello taking in all the lace covered throw pillows that adorned the red velvet sofas and the heavy smell of perfume that seemed to permeate every inch of the building. There were mirrors and iron wall sconces that held candles. They had just recently been lit so that the whole bordello was flickering in a warm ethereal glow. A knock on the door startled her out of her reverie and she found herself clutching tightly to Jack’s hands. He looked down at her and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry love, the Royal Navy has more than likely moved on by now.”

“If they haven’t?”

“Ye doubt yer husband’s ability t’ protect ye darling?”

“No, I trust you with my life Jack.”

“Good then jus’ relax savvy?” She nodded and watched as Giselle crossed the room to answer the door. Soon a man with the same color golden blonde hair as hers came through the door. He was tall and lean looking with a slender build. He wore black pants and boots with silver buckles and a cream colored taffeta shirt with a blue vest and overcoat. The tricorne hat that adorned his head was a black leather.

Giselle smiled as she hugged her brother. “Ah brother dear, so good t’ see you.”

“Hello Giselle.” He took notice of Jack and Elizabeth and turned back to his sister. “I could come back? I didn’t know that you had company.”

“Nonsense, they were waiting for you brother dear.”

“For me?”

“Yes, meet Captain Jack Sparrow and his lovely wife. I’m sorry darling but I didn’t get your name?”

“It’s Elizabeth Sw- um Sparrow.”

“Right, his lovely wife, Elizabeth Sparrow.”

“Pleased to make your acquaintance Mrs. Sparrow, and Captain Jack Sparrow, it’s an honor sir.”

“Thank ye lad.”

“I’ve read so much about you.”

“Ye can’t believe everything ye read lad.”

Giselle interrupted them. “Jack this is my brother, Gabriel Smith.” Turning to her brother she took his hand softly. “Gabriel, I need you t’ do something for me?”

“Name it.”

“Please take Jack and Elizabeth with you to Calais? They are being hunted by the Royal Navy.”

“Of course, I would be honored to help Captain Jack Sparrow make his escape from the Royal Navy.”

Jack extended his hand to Gabriel and shook it firmly. “Thank ye for everything mate. My lovely bride an’ I greatly appreciate it.”

“It’s my pleasure Captain Sparrow. Follow me back to the Intrepid.”

Gabriel turned and hugged Giselle before he led Jack and Elizabeth out of the bordello towards the docks. Jack noticed Elizabeth shiver when they stepped out into the damp night air. Seeing that she was still clad in only the thin silk and lace dress that she had worn at their wedding he quickly took off his overcoat and put it around her shoulders. She smiled up at him and she pulled on the much too large coat eager to shield her scantily clad body from the cool air. They walked quickly underneath the cover of night towards the pier careful to not draw any attention to themselves. Jack held Elizabeth’s hand tightly in his own much larger and calloused hand. He was prepared to sweep her up over his shoulder and make a mad dash with her should the need arise.

Soon they were at the very end of the pier and standing in front of a grand vessel with large white sails and the name Intrepid painted in beautiful navy letters outlined in gold along the side of her. Gabriel turned to Jack and nodded back at the ship. “There she is, the Intrepid.”

“She’s marvelous mate.”

“Well she’s safe passage away from the Royal Navy at least.” Jack nodded in agreement as Gabriel ushered them onto the ship. “You can take my quarters and I will bunk with my first mate in his cabin.”

Elizabeth spoke before Jack could. “Thank you for all the kindness you have shown us Captain Smith.”

“Oh please Mrs. Sparrow, call me Gabriel.”

“Then you shall do the same and call me Elizabeth and my husband Jack.”

Gabriel looked to Jack for approval. “She’s right mate, ye have more than earned the right t’ call me by me first name.”

“Well then, Jack, Elizabeth let me show you to the captain’s quarters.” They followed him up the steps to the captain’s cabin. It was much smaller than the captain’s cabin aboard the Pearl but it would serve to keep them comfortable through their journey to Calais.

Gabriel soon left them to their privacy but not before telling them that one of his crew would be bringing them their dinner. A short time later a man entered the cabin carrying a tray. On it were two wooden bowls filled with piping hot stew, a couple of spoons, a small loaf of bread and two wooden casks that were marked with the letter w to indicate they held water. “Here you are sir, ma’am.” Setting the tray on the table the sailor left them alone to enjoy their meal.

Jack pulled out a chair at the round table for Elizabeth and she sat down smiling up at him as he scooted her closer to the table. He took a seat in the chair across the table from her and they began eating. The clearing of Elizabeth’s throat made his eyes raise up to look at her.

“Jack?”

“Yes love?”

“Where will we go once we get to Calais?”

“Haven’t got that far yet love. However, I will be asking Gabriel if he has heard of the Pearl’s most recent whereabouts.”

“I see. Do you think that my father and Commodore Norrington will find us in Calais?”

“No.”

“You sound awfully sure of yourself.”

“That’s cause I am.”

“How so?”

“Cause we won’t be staying in Calais long enough for them t’ find us there darling.”

“You just have everything all planned out don’t you Jack Sparrow?”

“Not everything love, jus’ most everything.” He grinned at her as he lowered his head back to continue eating. She did the same and the rest of their meal was consumed in silence. Elizabeth pushed her empty bowl away and finished what was left of her cask of water. Jack watched as she stretched and yawned before standing up to move away from the table.

“Tired love?”

“A little.” She moved over to the bed where she had placed the burlap sack that contained the rest of her belongings she opened it. “I think I’m going to sleep in my men’s shirt.”

“Whatever ye want darling. I’m going t’ take this stuff below t’ the galley an’ then I’m going t’ have a word with Gabriel. Be back shortly love.” Jack crossed the room to kiss her forehead lightly before heading for the door.

“Don’t be too long darling.”

“I won’t love.” He left her alone to get changed for bed. Elizabeth pulled the shirt out of the burlap sack and then glanced back at the door. Smiling devilishly she placed the shirt back in the sack. Stepping out of her boots she then stripped off Jack’s overcoat and placed it on the back of the chair he had been sitting in. Elizabeth stripped out of her silk and lace wedding dress and placed it into the bag. Now completely naked she pulled back the heavy navy blue quilt and climbed into bed.

Deciding she wanted to utterly surprise Jack she crept out of bed quickly and moved over to the table. Blowing out the flickering flame in the lantern she scampered back to bed quickly. Elizabeth pulled the quilt up to her neck and waited for her husband to return.

Jack had just returned from the galley and found Gabriel at the helm of the ship talking with the sailor that was currently at the ship’s wheel. “Have a word with ye Gabriel?”

“Certainly Jack.”

“Ye haven’t heard any mention of the Black Pearl’s most recent location have ye?”

“As a matter of fact I do. Just two days ago I heard that she was making port in Port-Au-Prince.”

“Ah Port-Au-Prince eh? Thanks very much Gabriel. As I said before mate, me wife an’ I owe ye a great debt of gratitude for helping us t’ escape.”

“You owe me nothing Jack, it’s an honor to help one of the greatest pirates in all the Caribbean.” Jack grinned at the younger man and tipped his hat as he headed back to the captain’s quarters where his wife waited for him.

Once back inside the cabin Jack found that the room was dark safe for the small amount of moonlight that filtered in through the window that adorned the wall that the headboard of the bed was nestled against. Figuring Elizabeth must have fallen asleep waiting for him he toed off his boots quietly and then began stripping off his clothes. Once naked he grabbed his pistol and placed it on the small night table that was next to the bed on his side.

Pulling back the covers Jack gently climbed into bed next to his wife. Suddenly he remembered their wedding bands. Climbing back out of bed he went over to his coat and reached into the inside pocket. His fingers closed around the two identical silver bands and he returned to bed with them. Jack climbed back into bed and scooted closer to Elizabeth. His mouth fell open when he felt her skin against his. A crooked smile crept onto his face as he thought of a wicked way to wake her. Slipping underneath the covers quietly Jack carefully parted Elizabeth’s creamy thighs. Elizabeth bit her bottom lip to keep from gasping when she felt Jack’s warm breath caress her sex gently.

Then she felt a weathered and calloused hand slide up the inside of her left thigh. Soon his thumb and index finger were spreading her lips apart exposing her womanhood to him. Elizabeth willed her body to stay still as she felt Jack’s tongue dip between her silky folds to tickle her sensitive clit. As he pushed his tongue deeper into her slick cavern Elizabeth found herself unable to resist the urge to whisper his name. “Jack!”

He grinned against her entrance before he spoke from underneath the covers. “Ah so ye are awake darling?”

“How could I not be when you touch me so intimately Jack?”

Giving her sex a wet open mouthed kiss and a gentle suckle upon her throbbing clit Jack slid back up to look into her eyes. “I have something for ye love.”

“Yes I know, I can feel it pressing into my thigh Jack.”

He chuckled as he shook his head. “No no love, not that, well at least not yet anyway. I have something else for ye.”

“What is it?”

“I meant t’ give it t’ ye at the chapel but seeing as things got rather complicated with yer ex would be husbands showing up an’ all.”

“Jack, what is it?”

He opened the palm of his left hand to reveal the two silver bands. “Here we are love.” He slipped one on her finger and then placed the other on his own. Seeing her eyes beginning to water from tears he leaned forward and kissed her softly. “No need for tears love, it’s jus’ a simple silver band.”

“No Jack, it’s much more than that to me. It’s our wedding bands, simple silver or not, it makes it the most precious thing I’ve ever owned.”

“There’s an inscription on the inside of the band love, but it’s a bit dark t’ read right now.”

“What does it say?”

“They say I am my beloved’s an’ my beloved is mine.”

“Oh Jack, that’s beautiful.”

“An’ I mean every word of it love.”

“I love you Jack Sparrow.”

“Ye mean more t’ me than anything in this world Elizabeth Sparrow.” She smiled as she recognized his silent admission of his love for her hidden in the words that had come out instead. Tangling her hands in his dreadlocked hair she pulled him down to her and kissed him hungrily.

Jack’s calloused hands slid up Elizabeth’s stomach to ghost over her breasts making her nipples harden against his palms quickly. She brought the insides of her thighs to rest against his hips lightly as she raised her hips to try and brush against him. Jack moaned into her mouth when he felt the slick warmth of her sex sliding across his throbbing length. Reaching between them Jack took his erection and rubbed the head of it between her folds coating himself in her juices. Elizabeth looked up at him and nodded urging him to slide inside her. When he remained still she bucked her hips making the head of his shaft dip into her core. Jack hissed through clenched teeth as the hotness of her tight sheath engulfed the head of his throbbing erection.

“Jack please……need you……need you inside me now!”

“As ye wish my darling.” Jack slid the rest of the way inside her with a swift rock of his hips making her arch into him. He had to grab her hips to keep her still while he adjusted to being buried inside of her again. It never ceased to amaze him how gloriously tight she was every time they laid together. After a moment Jack was sure he was ready to begin moving inside her. He thrust forward a bit sinking deeper into her welcoming body. Elizabeth lifted her legs up higher to wrap around his waist pulling him further into her core. Jack leaned up pressing his palms flat onto the bed on either side of Elizabeth’s hips as he rocked against her. He grunted when he felt the heels of her feet press into his backside as her legs squeezed his waist tightly.

Jack could feel the inner walls of her sex beginning to quiver around his cock and he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before she found her release. He slammed into her roughly quickening his pace making her breasts bounce with his movements. Elizabeth slid her arms over Jack’s shoulders and raked her nails down his back roughly making him grunt. She leaned up and whispered huskily against his neck. “Fuck me harder Jack!”

His cock twitched at hearing those scandalous words fall from his pretty little wife’s mouth. Jack was only too eager to consent to her request and began pounding into her. With every thrust Jack got a little rougher with her making her moan and whimper against his neck. She began kissing and nipping the flesh at his throat tasting the salt from the beads of sweat that had begun to trickle down from where they had formed on his forehead. Her heels dug harder into the flesh of his backside as she thrust her own hips upward trying to take more of him inside of her. He quickened his pace yet again now the sound of his balls slapping against her backside as they thrust against each other echoing in his ears.

Elizabeth dug her nails into Jack’s shoulders drawing blood as her orgasm crested over her in a tsunami like wave making the muscles of her womanhood quiver and contract wildly around Jack’s cock. She whimpered out her release against his neck. “Ah….yes! Fuck…so good….Jack!” He grunted as he felt his own release rapidly approaching. With a few more hard thrusts he was at his release and grunted as his seed spewed from his cock into her body.

His voice was raspy as he cried out his completion to her. “Fuck…..Lizzie…..my Lizzie!” His arms trembled before they gave out and he collapsed on top of her. He lay there panting desperately the weight of his body pressing down upon his wife. Suddenly realizing that he must be crushing her he pulled out of her and rolled onto his back beside her. He could hear her panting just as deeply as he had been. They looked at each other and smiled lazily. “Well that was…….wonderfully exhausting love.”

“Mmmm yes it was.”

“Ready t’ sleep darling?”

“Very.”

“Goodnight love.”

“Goodnight Jack.” They leaned in and kissed each other softly before Jack slipped an arm around Elizabeth’s waist and pulled her so that her head lay on his chest. They needed to sleep for in two days time they would safely be in Calais. And once in Calais Jack would have to find a way for them to head to Port-Au-Prince to see if they could catch up to his precious Pearl.

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