A Pirate's Daughter

A/N: I decided to write a story about Jack Sparrow finding out that he is a father. Please read and review to let me know if you like the story!

My skin burned like it was on fire wherever the handsome pirate known as Captain Jack Sparrow touched me. Jack looked down into the pools of gray that stared up at him in a drunken stupor. He chuckled as he nuzzled the soft creamy skin of her slender neck. “Mmmmm...Jack!” He then ran his tongue ever so lightly across her pulse making her shiver involuntarily.

“I think ye’ve had a bit too much rum love.” She smirked at his remark and rocked her hips against his quickly growing arousal. “Now now Miranda, if ye keep that up ye’re going to be sorry.”

“The only thing I shall be sorry about Captain Sparrow, is not letting you take me while I have the opportunity.” Jack’s coffee colored eyes grew wide at her admission. “So are you going to ravage me or not Captain Sparrow?”

“Are ye sure `bout this Miranda? Ye have had an awful lot of rum.” Miranda grabbed Jack by the collar of his white shirt and yanked him down towards her face. She pressed her petal soft lips against his rough sea weathered lips in a bruising kiss. Jack pushed her back gently and stared into her deep pools of gray. They reminded him of the color of the ocean when a storm was about to hit. “Miranda, please behave love. I don’t want ye doin’ anythin, that ye will regret later.” She rolled her gray eyes at his properness which come to think of it, was very uncharacteristic of a pirate.

“Jack, I want you to fuck me! Can you do that for me? It’s not because of the rum I drank, I have wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you. Now will you give me what I want?” Jack remained silent not really sure of what he should say to her. Miranda sighed heavily and pushed Jack backwards so that there was some space between them. He watched Miranda as she began to remove her dress. Her slender fingers worked quickly to unclasp the row of small buttons that held her cream colored taffeta dress securely onto her body. Jack’s brown eyes grew very large as Miranda allowed the taffeta dress to slip down her arms and off her tiny body. She stood before him in only her tight white bodice and knickers. “What’s the matter Jack, haven’t you ever seen a woman in her knickers?” He nodded stupidly unable to speak.

She grinned as she quickly and skillfully unlaced her bodice. Miranda yanked the undergarment her her petite body and tossed it to the floor with her dress. She stripped off her knickers as well and stood before Jack wearing nothing but a devilish grin. “So what do you think Captain Sparrow?”

“Ye’re beautiful love. Are ye sure that ye want me to have ye virginity?” Miranda nodded quickly as she strode over towards her large canopy style bed.

“Come here Jack Sparrow.” Jack began to quickly remove his clothing. Miranda chuckled as he kicked off his leather boots and then yanked his trousers down to his ankles. Jack stepped out of his trousers and then hastily pulled his white shirt up over his head. Miranda’s gray eyes widened at the sight of Jack’s arousal as it brushed against his stomach as he walked over to join her on the bed. He was huge, twelve inches at least. She swallowed the large lump that had begun to form in the back of her suddenly very dry throat. Jack gently guided Miranda down onto her back and lay over her. She looked up at his handsome face and could see that he was not in any hurry to ravage her. “Jack?”

“Yes love?”

“You won’t hurt me will you?”

“Not if I can help it darlin’. Are ye afraid love?”

“A little, but I want this. I want you Jack, I always have.” Jack smiled at Miranda tenderly. She was a lovely young woman of twenty years old with long sandy blonde hair and piercing gray eyes. Her smile could light up any room that she walked into and her body was like that of an angel’s. He had known Miranda Elliston since she was eleven years old. Her father, Captain William Elliston of the Normandy, had been like a mentor to him. Captain Elliston was a pirate like Jack but he had tried to keep his young daughter Miranda sheltered from the life at sea. Miranda had eventually coaxed her father into allowing her to stay abroad with him all the time and she grew accustomed to a life of piracy.

Miranda was an excellent marksman with a pistol and she wasn’t too shabby with a sword either. She had helped with many lootings while Jack had sailed with her and her father. Then when Jack had gotten his ship the Pearl they had went their separate ways. It had been four long years since Jack and Miranda had seen each other and when Miranda had saw him in that tavern she nearly fainted. It was at that moment that she had decided that she would sleep with Captain Jack Sparrow. Miranda had been saving herself for Jack ever since she had become old enough to desire a man’s touch. She was desperately in love with Jack Sparrow and if all that she got with him was one night then she was going to give him everything that she possibly could.

Jack and Miranda met each other in a desperate storm of passionate kisses. Their tongues dueled playfully at first then for dominance of the kiss. Miranda broke the kiss first to draw some much needed air into her burning lungs. “Jack, make love to me!”

“I’ll do m’best love.” She grinned as Jack positioned himself over her. Her hands slipped around his muscular waist and pulled him down to her. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage so fiercely that she knew that Jack could feel it. She shivered when he began placing light open mouthed kisses along her neck. “Ye’re trembling love, do ye want me to stop?”

“No! No Jack, don’t stop!” He chuckled and then descended towards her delicate collarbone. Miranda her her eyes droop shut and a soft almost inaudible moan slip from her partially open lips as Jack’s tongue caressed her collarbone. “Mmm.” Jack licked a trail down between Miranda’s perky breasts and towards her stomach. Miranda grabbed his head and yanked it back up to her breasts. Jack chuckled as he understood her gesture. He took a rosy peak into his hot mouth and began to suck it hungrily. She arched her back pushing more of her milky breast into his mouth. “Jack, yes!” He switched his attention to her other peak not wanting to neglect any part of her body.

Once he had succeeded in making both of Miranda’s nipples stiff he kissed a path down her flat stomach towards her secret place between her thighs. Miranda whimpered when Jack pushed her thighs apart and dipped his head between them. He leaned in and parted her delicate folds with his tongue. Jack’s brown eyes closed as he ran his tongue across her heated satiny flesh. “Mmmm, Jack!” Jack continued to probe his tongue into her wet core. She tasted like the sweetest wine he had ever drank. Her thighs clamped tightly against the sides of his head desperately trying to keep him between her legs. “Moorrrree!!” Jack began flicking his tongue in quick circles against Miranda’s little bundle of nerves. Her gray eyes squeezed tightly shut and she let out a loud moan as her orgasm surged through her body. “Jaaaaacckkkkk!!! OOhhhhhhhh!” Jack grinned to himself after he had lapped up some of her honey. She was definitely ready for him now.

He slid back up to her beautiful face that was glistening from the light sheen of sweat that had covered her skin. “How was that darlin’?”

“Oh Jack, it was wonderful!”

“Well I’m not done yet love.” Jack grabbed Miranda’s hips and rubbed the tip of his arousal against her slick entrance that was still tingling from her orgasm. “Relax darlin’ this may hurt jus’ a bit.” Miranda spread her legs wider for Jack and then nodded as if to give him permission. Jack began to push his large arousal into Miranda’s tight entrance. He groaned as her tight walls hugged his thick length securely. Miranda’s breath hitched when she felt Jack reach the barrier of her innocence. Jack gave one quick thrust and felt himself slide the rest of the way inside Miranda’s tight entrance. Miranda’s mouth fell open in a silent scream and she gripped his shoulders tightly. She blinked and tears leaked out of the corners of her eyes. They fell and immtelytely disappeared into her thick mane of sandy blonde hair that was strewn out underneath her like a golden sheet. “I’m sorry love, just relax. I promise that I won’t hurt ye anymore.”

Miranda relaxed and drew in a slow breath as Jack began to move inside her. It felt horrible at first, like someone was tearing her in two. Then her body seemed to adjust to Jack’s large arousal being buried inside of her. She began to feel a wonderful tingling sensation each time Jack would thrust into her body. Miranda raised her hips to meet Jack’s strong thrusts. Jack grinned at her boldness. “I see ye’ve gotten over the pain then love?”

“Harder Jack!” He chuckled and obliged her request. Miranda raked her nails down Jack’s back roughly as he pounded into her. She listened closely to their skin as it slapped together each time Jack would thrust into her. “Yes Jack, yes!” Jack grabbed Miranda’s hips tightly and pumped into her mercilessly. She felt that same heat beginning to pool rapidly in the pit of her stomach. Miranda screamed out when her second orgasm surged through her body making her tremble even more than her first orgasm had. “OOHHHHHH JAACCKKKK!!”

Jack pumped his thick length into Miranda’s contracting warmth at an incredible speed. He moaned hoarsely as his climax finally hit him. Miranda felt Jack’s length throb inside her entrance. Then she felt the huge burst of warmth as his seed filled her womb. “Mmmmmm Miranda.” Jack pumped into her one last time to feel his length give a final throb as the last of his seed was emptied into her body. He kissed her forehead gently as he pulled his now flaccingthngth from her still pulsating warmth. “I love ye Miranda Elliston.”

“I love you too Jack Sparrow. So are you going to take me with you?”

“I suppose if that’s what ye really want love.”

“I want to be with you Jack.”

“Darlin’ ye know that the sea is no place for a lady.”

“I’m no lady Jack Sparrow. My father was a pirate.”

“I know that love, but things are different now.”

“Ho?”

“Times are much more rough and ye haven’t been at sea since yer father died.”

“I know that Jack, but I’ll not let you take my virginity and then run off to god knows where in the Pearl!”

“Miranda, will ye please just stay here in Tortuga? I don’t want ye gettin’ yerself into trouble.”

“Jack please?”

“No Miranda, I will not let anythin’ happen to ye. Now stay here and wait for me in Tortuga. Can ye do that for me?”

“Only if you promise to come back for me.”

“I promise love.”

“No wait, give me your word because I know that a promise doesn’t mean anything to a pirate!”

“Okay love, ye have my word. Now I best be gettin’ back to the Pearl.” Jack kissed Miranda passionately and then quickly redressed. Miranda watched sadly as the love of her life walked out of her room. She cried herself to sleep to dream about Jack Sparrow.

(Flash forward nine months and one week later.)

Miranda looked down at the beautiful newborn baby girl that was nestled safely in her arms. She had a beautiful olive tone to her skin and dark brown hair that was soft and shiny like silk. The tiny baby girl looked up at her mother. She had the most beautiful coffee colored brown eyes Miranda had ever seen. The baby girl was her and Jack Sparrow’s daughter from that passion filled night that they had shared nine months ago. Miranda had named her Olivia Sparrow, giving the girl her father’s last name even though he knew nothing about her. It was a warm summer day in May. It was the seventeenth to be precise and it was Miranda’s twenty first birthday. She knew that Jack would be docking in Tortuga to celebrate her birthday. Little did he know that he would be meeting his brand new baby girl for the first time as well.

Miranda looked out at the horizon and grinned when she saw the tattered black sails of Jack’s ship the Pearl coming into Tortuga’s bay. “Have I got one hell of a surprise for you Jack Sparrow.” The Pearl quickly docked and the crewmembers began to unboard the ship. Last to exit the Pearl was Jack himself. He swaggered over to where Miranda was standing. She was dressed in a pale yellow taffeta dress with a matching pale yellow parisol shielding her from the sun. His coffee colored eyes grew wide when they noticed the small bundle wrapped in a white blanket tucked securely in Miranda’s arms. “Hello Jack, it’s been a while.”

“Hello love, what’s that?”

“Thapphappens to be a baby girl.”

“I know it’s a baby love, but what are ye doin’ with a baby? Ye haven’t met someone and got married have ye?”

“No Jack, I’m not married.”