Possession

Title: Possession

Genre: Romance

Pairing: J/OC

Rating: R/NC-17

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am serious. Even this machine is a rental. Pirates of the Caribbean, all its characters/places/things belongs to Disney. The song “Possession” belongs to Sarah McLachlan and is taken from the Nettwerk Records release “Fumbling Towards Ecstasy.” I take no credit for the recognizable. I make no profit from this.

Summary: pre-Curse of the Black Pearl.

Notes: ****** surrounded words denote thoughts, song lyrics and flashbacks. Use your discretion to determine which. I'm too lazy to format my italics on here.

WARNING: This piece explores non-consensual sex issues, and is heavy in sexual content.

Comments: Here is the promised sequel to “Into the Fire.” Tessa’s story continues, though I fear there will be more questions asked than are actually answered. The addition of song lyrics to the last piece received mixed reviews, and so it was with great consideration that I’ve decided NOT to remove them. They’re very important to the creative process on this end, and provide a shameless plug for one of my favorite musicians. Therefore, the Sarah McLachlan theme continues. ~Cheers

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"I really don't have much more to offer you than cold broth. Business hasn't been as good since the Madam's passing."

The pirate shrugged, seating himself at the well-used table and accepting the offered meal, meager as it was. His clothes clung to his lean frame, were soaked straight through, and smelling something retched. He was also without boots, much to her distress. The storm howling outside was a good enough reason for her not to ask how he was, though she was dying for news. "I've some bread left over too, tis a few days old, but if you soak it in the soup, it shouldn't be too bad. It'll at least fill your gut." He grabbed for the bread, ripping it to shreds with one hand while shoveling broth in with the other. Offering no thanks, she noted, as he was too heavily concentrated on sustaining himself. If her memory served her right, it seemed the he had lost considerable weight, and he was much filthier this visit. That could easily be remedied. The Rose had recently acquired a new tub for customer’s use. She doubted there would be much fuss over her commandeering it for a few hours. Seating herself opposite him, she contented herself with simply watching him eat. His bowl soon grew empty however, and she rose to fill it without question.

**Too eager too please, Tessa, you’d best be backing off a bit.**

Sighing, she finally broke the silence with her questions. "Have you nothing to say to me Jack? It's been six years with nary a word from you. I've heard awful rumors about you and your ship. What have you been up to these past years?" There came no reply, save for the rolling of eyes and a deep sigh. His fist slamming down on the table startled the bejesus out of her, and she flew from her seat opposite him, placing a comfortable distance between herself and the pirate.

"I did not come here to answer questions. As it were, I've found myself stranded, and this was the closest Port o' interest nearest me, and with ol' Tethys brewin' outside, it seemed within my best interests to find a bed for the night. That said, luv, I've no idea who you are in the slightest, much less that I care. If you'd be so kind as give me lodgin' and show me where I can take of a bath, I'd be much obliged." Slumping tiredly back into his seat, he awaited her response.

Her eyes widened in shock at the last bit of his outburst. He hadn’t remembered her? How could that be? Her hands instinctively moved toward her neck, where his charm hung securely on the silver chain. The charm itself was hidden beneath her blouse, rendering it useless in speeding his memory. She felt the tears hovering at the corner of her eyes, and struggled to stop them from falling. "If you'll follow me, sir. I've prepared you a bath." It took everything she had to bite her tongue as she stepped slowly from the room. She could here the soft footfalls of his un-booted feet behind her, following closely. "You are aware, sir, this establishment also caters to your finer needs? If you'll be wanting company, don't hesitate to let one of the girls know. Business will undoubtedly be slow this eve." Her voice shook even as she said it, her mind begging him to decline such a crude offer. Decline he did not, and she felt her heart speed up angrily in his chest. Leading him into the small bathing room, she withdrew clean towels from the chest on the far wall, and departed swiftly, leaving him to himself.

**Of course he wouldn’t remember you, Tessa. Fool of a girl, have you any idea how many women the scalawag has taken to his bed? Nary a few.**

Resigning herself to the death of her foolish dreams, Tessa Sinclair retired to her chambers. She’d spent far too much time pining over Jack Sparrow.

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*****flashback.....****

This here is the last will and testament of Madame Lanois. Wherein it is stated, the contents of her estate are to be left to one Theresa Sinclair…

Tessa read the letter again; just to be sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. Madame Lanois had left everything she’d ever acquired in her life, to her. Upon her deathbed, the Madame could be heard saying that Tessa was the daughter she’d never had the opportunity to have. It broke the young woman’s heart to learn of this fact, if only because she’d never had the opportunity to give her thanks. Sighing, she returned the parchment to the desk, and leaned back heavily into the worn armchair. Weariness consumed her as it did every hour. With so much to be done, there was little time for rest, and even less time for thinking.
What the next step would be was her primary concern. Despite her own bitterness toward the path her life had taken, she could not close down the establishment the Madame had worked so hard to build. There were others that had come to rely on Madame Lanois’ generosity, and Tessa could not afford to sour her own relations with the Madame’s supporters. She would need all the help she could get if she were to run this establishment half decently.

Her thoughts turned to more personal matters as her fingers grasped the silver chain hanging from her neck. She focused on the charm that hung from that chain, a well-worn silver ring bearing the markings of Sparrow. Turning the jewel in her hands, twisting it about her fingers as she always did, she wondered over her lost Captain. Not once, in the five years since Jack Sparrow’s silent departure had she been parted from his gift. She’d never allowed herself to forget all that she had been blessed with, and Jack was counted among her blessings.
She sighed heavily, and wondered where the pirate’s travels had taken him. How many exotic countries had he visited? How many ships had he plundered? How many beds had he warmed? Gazing out towards the sea, and that ever present, yet ever distant horizon, she wondered: would he ever have cause to return?

*Listen as the wind blows from across the great divide
voices trapped in yearning, memories trapped in time
the night is my companion, and solitude my guide
would I spend forever here and not be satisfied?*


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“I’d heard The Black Pearl is a vessel cursed by the devil himself, Captained by a man so fierce in his evils, that hell spit hick ock out again.” The washing woman gathered her wears and stepped away from the basin. Her companion, a dark man who’d been under the Madam’s employ for a decade or more, made to assist her with the laundry, and act for which she was grateful.

“Aye, spit im’ back out did ye say? They was probably afraid the bastard would take over, so it were. Lucifer was a shakin’ in his boots at the mere sight of Captain Sparrow.” The fellow laughed, a hearty chuckle that enveloped all those present in the small courtyard.

“Nay! Blessed be, Jack Sparrow no longer has command of The Black Pearl. Why, his mutinous crew had done away with him years ago. It’s Captain Barbossa whose demons wreck havoc over the Earth.” She replied sternly.

“Now where did ye hear such talk as that?”

“I heard it from the man hisself! Seems Cap’n Sparrow came to the house last night, seekin shelter from the bitter cold.” The woman mocked. “O’ course, when I went ‘round to the customer’s rooms this mornin’, I came across him, rambling away in his sleep. Tis a terrible shame, eh? I remember how he used to be, and now he’s wasting away to naught. The poor Lady didn’t catcha wink O’ sleep last night, frettin’ o’er him she was.” She squeaked in mild surprise when the lady of the house appeared as from air before her, nearly losing her grip on the linens as she toppled backward. “Milady! Goodness child, ye scared the bejesus out o’ me!”

Tessa managed a weak smile at the reproach. “My deepest apologies, Sara. I couldn’t help but overhear you speaking of Captain Sparrow.”

A wary expression took root upon Sara’s face. “Honest Madam, I didn’t mean no ‘arm. I was just pickin’ up the washin’, that’s all.”

“Don’t worry Sara. I just meant to warn you that you’d best keep away from Captain Sparrow. He’s not in the best mood of late, but I expect he’ll be departing rather quickly.” The older woman nodded her head in response, and watched the quickly retreating figure of her lady until the younger was out of sight.

“I think that bastard broke ‘er heart.”

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Jack Sparrow lay among the soft pillows in the darkened room, idly wondering where it was he’d seen the proprietress before. She seemed vaguely familiar. He knew this port had once housed one of the only decent pleasure houses in the Caribbean, and that this place was most likely what was left of the former. The room was nice enough. Clean, though the furniture and linen’s were well worn, and would be in need of replacement quite soon. If his internal clock were correct, it would be midday soon, but try as he might, he simply didn’t have the strength to pull himself from the bed. So, he contented himself with lying in the peaceful quiet. It had been so long since he’d allowed himself such a pleasure.
The warm body sharing his bed stirred from her slumber, and Jack smiled. T’was not often the ladies stayed the whole of the night, but he must have inspired this one, for she had wrapped herself firmly about his body, with no intention of leaving anytime soonorniornin’, lass.”

A low groan issued from the girl’s throat, and she borrowed her face deeper into the crook of his neck. Jack stretched, and turned abruptly, gently laying his conquest on her back to get a look at her. While the light in the room was dim, he could vaguely make out her features. She was a pretty thing, though a bit young. Her honey-slicked strawberry locks where thick and smooth, and smelled of sweet wild flowers. Her skin was white and supple, smooth and soft. She’d been great fun. Naughty as they come, Jack had had a hell of a time taming her. He’d gone looking for company in the dead of morning, only to find this sweet morsel practically waiting for him in the parlor. What kind of girl stays up all hours of the night anyhow? He smiled again. Ah yes, Katrina, that was her name. She was a new addition to this establishment, he’d learned. She certainly knew her craft though. Jack’s body ached to feel those pleasures again. It’d been so long since he’d been paid attention to. “Wake up, luv.” He poked her gracelessly with his fingers, tapping her annoyingly until she gave a low growl. Rolling over, she glared at him, a devilish pout on her lips.

“Good morning, Captain.” She purred, blinking her eyes sleepily. “I trust you slept well?”

He grinned. “Aye, that I did, luv. But you see, I seem to be having a bit of a problem.” He directed her to his groin, a proud erection standing amid a delicious tangle of black curls. Normally, he would have made an att tot to be suave, romantic even. This morning however, his need was rather on the painful side, and he knew he’d require assistance to quell it, so long as there was assistance to be had. He grinned suggestively, and drew her into his arms. Whispering softly, “Care to help me, luv? I’ll make it worth your while.”

Laughing, Katrina threw her head back, tossing her honey-slicked tresses over her shoulders. “Why, Captain, aren’t we naughty this morning? Just so, I believe I can spare a few minutes to see to your comfort.” She leaned down, and teasingly swept her tongue over Jack’s lips. The tease didn’t last long however, before Jack had turned the tables and effectively pinned his willing prize beneath him. He plundered her mouth with his tongue, tasting of her essence. She was like a fine brandy, to be savored. **Oh yes Jack, it’s been far too long since you indulged in the taste of a woman…**

*And I would be the one, to hold you down, kiss you so hard, I’ll take your breath away, and after I’d, wipe away the tears, just close your eyes dear…*

“Someone likes to be in charge.” Kat gasped beneath him, her head rolling back and forth on her pillow in ecstasy while Jack teased her nipples. He coaxed one aching bud to hardness between his lips, suckling softly. Growling in response to her declaration, he held her down on the bed with increased force. His kisses were tender however, and he certainly had naught the intention of hurting her. Nay, causing the lass pain was the last thing on his mind. His beard and mustache scratched against her sensitive flesh, flooding her with sensation. “Captain, “ she moaned, her mind unable to produce much else in the way of articulate sound.

Her cries became louder as he descended between her legs, kissing her in places few had been brave enough to dare.

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Tessa wandered the halls in revere. Her thoughts were jumbled, her stare blank. How long she’d been wandering, she could not tell. There was a fierce storm being waged inside her, both her heart and mind battling for dominance over her weary soul.

*Through this world I've stumbled so many times betrayed trying to find an honest word to find the truth enslaved oh you speak to me in riddles and you speak to me in rhymes my body aches to breathe your breath your words keep me alive…*

She was in love. Had been since the moment she’d awoken one beautiful morning and discovered her lover missing, only a small trinket left behind to prove he’d ever been there. Did he promise to return? Nay, Jack Sparrow does not make such promises. It had been the only thing to ever give her joy in this life. Hope. Hope that one day, Jack might return, and rescue her from the dim. He’d been so gentle that night, and the pleasure she’d felt while lying in his arms was unsurpassed in all the following years.

nd Ind I would be the one, to hold you down, kiss you so hard, I’ll take your breath away, and after I’d, wipe away the tears, just close your eyes dear…*

****“No! Please don’t, I beg of you!”
“Relax, ye pretty lass, Ol Rogue ill take good care O ’ye.”
Her voice cracked harshly before fading completely into a dull moan. Agony ripped though her flesh, rendering her unable to move. Ever so brutally he forced himself upon her, taking, always taking, never giving….
The tears that crept past her closed eyelids were shed in silence, even as she endured that gravest of atrocities.****

Her memory of those happenings was fuzzy, having been blocked by her mind with the passage of time. And yet, the memory of Jack was fresh and plain in her mind. It was a pleasant memory, and oft she’d had to force herself to believe that it hadn’t been fiction. A thought invented to ease the suffering she felt everyday. **He gave me so much…**

“I must speak with him.” She whispered to herself. There were things between them that needed to be resolved, regardless of how good the Capts mes memory may or may not be.

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“Captain!” The hoarse cry of ecstasy was thrown from the lips of a weary Katrina, even as Jack continued his assault on her pleasure center. “Please, Captain Sparrow, take me!”
It was rare these days to have a woman so eager for him, so eager to please him. Jack took advantage of her eagerness, and sank within her moist folds quickly, eager himself to complete the act and reach his blessed release.

*I’ll take your breath away…*

His kiss was passionate, reaching within to claim her as she’d never been claimed before. There was no going back. Once set upon this course, the waves would seal her fate for eternity. The rhythm he set was fierce and possessive, animalistic. Harder and faster he thrust, drawer her ever closer to the edge. **Almost there luv…**

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*Into this night I wander, it's morning that I dread, another day of knowing of, the path I fear to tread
oh into the sea of waking dreams, I follow without pride, nothing stands between us here and I won't be denied…*

She neared the chamber she’d deposited him in the eve before. Despite her initial reservations, she found herself looking forward to this conversation. If her knight in shining armor would not come to her, perhaps she’d be best goingoing to him. Reaching for the doorknob, she paused, hearing peculiar sounds emanating from within.
**It could not be…**

Unable to help herself, she pushed the door open, grateful it hadn’t been locked. It was with great shock, and heartbreak that she surveyed the site within.
Their flesh entwined, heated, moist. The most intimate of acts, intruded upon.
Captain Jack Sparrow entwined in acts of passion with one of the younger girls. He was completely oblivious to her entrance; so busy was he in completing the task at hand.

She promised herself not to cry. It simply wasn’t worth it. After what seemed an eternity, the young woman in his arms gasped in surprise, and Jack turned towards the door, his eyes widening in shock.

“Bastard,” she seethed. “Remove yourself from this house, immediately. You are no longer welcome here.” She turned on her heel, and fled from the room.


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TBC


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