The Devil's Bride
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,516
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Devil's Bride
Authors Note; Jacks love interest in this story, Anne Bonny, was an actual pirate that lived around the same time period that POTC took place. Before you read this story, I highly recommend that you google her, and learn a bit about this awesome grrl pirate.
Ahh, it seems like just yesterday that I was but a mere innocent to the world of fan fiction. Then I made the dreadful mistake of seeing Pirates Of The Caribbean. I couldn’t get enough. I became a POTC junkie. I dressed like a pirate for Halloween, started drinking Captain Morgan Spiced Rum on the weekends. I began to slip words like savvy, into my vocabulary, and watched the DVD of POTC like porn. And yet, it was still not enough to slake my thirst for Captain Jack Sparrow. I be cursed, just like Barbossa and his crew. Then one night when my husband slept, Jack came to me and introduced me to the sensual pleasures of POTC fan fiction. So after many delicious late nights of reading fan fics together, I gave my fan fiction virginity to Jack. I have to say, it was incredible! I hope you think the results of our sinful union is at least entertaining. Rum flavored golden-toothed pirate kisses to all reviewers. Tah!
Disclaimer; I don’t own anything, yada yada yada, I don’t make any money from this, I’m just an obsessed fan that needs an outlet for my rabid Johnny Depp lust
The Devil’s Bride
Chapter 1; Propositions and Favors
The rest of the crew had long since dispersed to go and find their pleasures in New Providence. That left Captain Jack Sparrow to his own devices as he wandered the ports twisting streets. He was in fine spirits as he sashayed along, thinking fondly of the large cache of silver and rum he and his crew had “acquired” earlier that day. The rum was a particularly potent batch that made his feet feel as though they were moving of there own accord.
Jack stifled a hiccup. “Have to remember to not imbibe so much next time, must keep me wits about me… yah, riiight mate.”
Jacks stomach gave a growl and despite the difficulty he was encountering with his drunken land legs, quickened his pace. He shortly arrived at his destination, Pierre’s Pink Pirate Pub. He had been looking forward to visiting Pierre’s. It served fine grub and had a tempting assortment of rums, but the company of the fairer sex that it almost always provided was what kept him coming back. Jack made his way to the back of the pub, tipping his hat here and there. Taking residence at a small table in a corner, he gracefully stretched his long legs out on a nearby chair. The seat he had taken allowed him an unfettered view of the room, and he was glad to see that there were plenty of bonny lasses.
“Hopefully more than just me stomach’s appetite will be satisfied tonight”, he thought with a smirk.
Pierre’s pub was like any other pub except for two distinct exceptions. First of all it’s patrons were predominantly women, and not just the “working girl” sort, but women of all levels of New Providence society. Secondly, there was the owner himself. Pierre was perhaps the most celebrated homosexual of the Caribbean. The few other men that frequented the pub were defiantly of the…erm…foppish variety, as hardly a straight man dared enter. Most likely because they were afraid of being accused of being a little light in there boots. However nothing of that sort worried Captain Jack Sparrow. He was quite comfortable…nay, completely comfortable with his own sexuality. Not to mention that he know how to exploit the fact that he was the one man available to the ladies in the pub. The last time he had visited Pierre’s, two lasses got into a catfight over him. He managed to quickly break it up, despite quite enjoying the spectacle. Jack then proceeded to inform the lasses that there was MORE than enough of him to go around. He fully expected slaps for his daftness, yet the next morning there he was, sandwiched in between his brawling beauties. Jack couldn’t help but let out a chuckle for that fond memory.
“Well, well, sitting in a corner, stinking drunk and laughing at your own jokes again are we? Nice to know some things never change” came a slightly effeminate drawl.
“Pierre, ‘ol chap! What’s a scallywag like me gots to do to get some grub for me belly?”
Pierre’s mouth curled into a lascivious smile. “ Is that a proposition Sparrow? Because I can think of quite a few things you could do for a free meal.”
“Ahh, as much as I know that we would enjoy ourselves immensely, I unfortunately have more than enough pieces of silver for me meal and rum. Besides, I’m not that easy.”
“Oh how veeery disappointing.” Tsked Pierre. “Really Jack, when are you going to come around and realize that you are missing out on sooo much fun?”
“Oh I’m awares of it, b’m s’m saving meself for the right lad. I’d be just another notch on yer bedpost.” Sighed Jack, with a cocky grin.
“Oh! You are such a tease Jack! And to think that yer still a virgin…well, to men that is.”
“A virgin! I’ve been called a lot of names mate, but that is buy far the most ridiculous,” laughed Jack. And then with a look of mock innocence, twirled a dreadlock around a finger and batted his eyelashes. “I promised me mum I’d wait till me wedding night.”
“How you frustrate me, showing up here looking good enough to eat…literally. Teasing me with what I can’t have and then giving it to one of my wench customers.”
“Sorry mate, really wish I could help you out, but I’m a sucker for the lasses.”
Pierre was silent for a moment and when he spoke again all hint of playfulness was gone. “Actually Sparrow, all lightness aside I really could use some help from ye.”
“Aye?” Jack realized that he was still twirling his dreadlock like a maiden and abruptly stopped and tried to transition it into a head itch so as not to look silly. “Ahem…Well I wouldn’t mind listening to your problem on a full stomach, savvy?”
“Of course.” Pierre turned to one of his barmaids. “Deary, go fetch Captain Sparrow a tankard of rum and some dinner, and smartly now.” Pierre returned his gaze to Jack. “I’ve a favor to ask, a favor that could prove most rewarding to ye.
“Aye, mate? Lets hear it then.”
Well before first light Jack had managed to round his crew back to the Pearl. None of them being too happy with the shortened leave, and most of them still stinking drunk. Yet he heard not a complaint, once he announced the sizable sum of gold Pierre had promised. Not to mention the risky port of destination raised there rum soaked spirits. The crew always looked forward to a challenge and Port Royal would certainly serve as one.
Ahh, it seems like just yesterday that I was but a mere innocent to the world of fan fiction. Then I made the dreadful mistake of seeing Pirates Of The Caribbean. I couldn’t get enough. I became a POTC junkie. I dressed like a pirate for Halloween, started drinking Captain Morgan Spiced Rum on the weekends. I began to slip words like savvy, into my vocabulary, and watched the DVD of POTC like porn. And yet, it was still not enough to slake my thirst for Captain Jack Sparrow. I be cursed, just like Barbossa and his crew. Then one night when my husband slept, Jack came to me and introduced me to the sensual pleasures of POTC fan fiction. So after many delicious late nights of reading fan fics together, I gave my fan fiction virginity to Jack. I have to say, it was incredible! I hope you think the results of our sinful union is at least entertaining. Rum flavored golden-toothed pirate kisses to all reviewers. Tah!
Disclaimer; I don’t own anything, yada yada yada, I don’t make any money from this, I’m just an obsessed fan that needs an outlet for my rabid Johnny Depp lust
The Devil’s Bride
Chapter 1; Propositions and Favors
The rest of the crew had long since dispersed to go and find their pleasures in New Providence. That left Captain Jack Sparrow to his own devices as he wandered the ports twisting streets. He was in fine spirits as he sashayed along, thinking fondly of the large cache of silver and rum he and his crew had “acquired” earlier that day. The rum was a particularly potent batch that made his feet feel as though they were moving of there own accord.
Jack stifled a hiccup. “Have to remember to not imbibe so much next time, must keep me wits about me… yah, riiight mate.”
Jacks stomach gave a growl and despite the difficulty he was encountering with his drunken land legs, quickened his pace. He shortly arrived at his destination, Pierre’s Pink Pirate Pub. He had been looking forward to visiting Pierre’s. It served fine grub and had a tempting assortment of rums, but the company of the fairer sex that it almost always provided was what kept him coming back. Jack made his way to the back of the pub, tipping his hat here and there. Taking residence at a small table in a corner, he gracefully stretched his long legs out on a nearby chair. The seat he had taken allowed him an unfettered view of the room, and he was glad to see that there were plenty of bonny lasses.
“Hopefully more than just me stomach’s appetite will be satisfied tonight”, he thought with a smirk.
Pierre’s pub was like any other pub except for two distinct exceptions. First of all it’s patrons were predominantly women, and not just the “working girl” sort, but women of all levels of New Providence society. Secondly, there was the owner himself. Pierre was perhaps the most celebrated homosexual of the Caribbean. The few other men that frequented the pub were defiantly of the…erm…foppish variety, as hardly a straight man dared enter. Most likely because they were afraid of being accused of being a little light in there boots. However nothing of that sort worried Captain Jack Sparrow. He was quite comfortable…nay, completely comfortable with his own sexuality. Not to mention that he know how to exploit the fact that he was the one man available to the ladies in the pub. The last time he had visited Pierre’s, two lasses got into a catfight over him. He managed to quickly break it up, despite quite enjoying the spectacle. Jack then proceeded to inform the lasses that there was MORE than enough of him to go around. He fully expected slaps for his daftness, yet the next morning there he was, sandwiched in between his brawling beauties. Jack couldn’t help but let out a chuckle for that fond memory.
“Well, well, sitting in a corner, stinking drunk and laughing at your own jokes again are we? Nice to know some things never change” came a slightly effeminate drawl.
“Pierre, ‘ol chap! What’s a scallywag like me gots to do to get some grub for me belly?”
Pierre’s mouth curled into a lascivious smile. “ Is that a proposition Sparrow? Because I can think of quite a few things you could do for a free meal.”
“Ahh, as much as I know that we would enjoy ourselves immensely, I unfortunately have more than enough pieces of silver for me meal and rum. Besides, I’m not that easy.”
“Oh how veeery disappointing.” Tsked Pierre. “Really Jack, when are you going to come around and realize that you are missing out on sooo much fun?”
“Oh I’m awares of it, b’m s’m saving meself for the right lad. I’d be just another notch on yer bedpost.” Sighed Jack, with a cocky grin.
“Oh! You are such a tease Jack! And to think that yer still a virgin…well, to men that is.”
“A virgin! I’ve been called a lot of names mate, but that is buy far the most ridiculous,” laughed Jack. And then with a look of mock innocence, twirled a dreadlock around a finger and batted his eyelashes. “I promised me mum I’d wait till me wedding night.”
“How you frustrate me, showing up here looking good enough to eat…literally. Teasing me with what I can’t have and then giving it to one of my wench customers.”
“Sorry mate, really wish I could help you out, but I’m a sucker for the lasses.”
Pierre was silent for a moment and when he spoke again all hint of playfulness was gone. “Actually Sparrow, all lightness aside I really could use some help from ye.”
“Aye?” Jack realized that he was still twirling his dreadlock like a maiden and abruptly stopped and tried to transition it into a head itch so as not to look silly. “Ahem…Well I wouldn’t mind listening to your problem on a full stomach, savvy?”
“Of course.” Pierre turned to one of his barmaids. “Deary, go fetch Captain Sparrow a tankard of rum and some dinner, and smartly now.” Pierre returned his gaze to Jack. “I’ve a favor to ask, a favor that could prove most rewarding to ye.
“Aye, mate? Lets hear it then.”
Well before first light Jack had managed to round his crew back to the Pearl. None of them being too happy with the shortened leave, and most of them still stinking drunk. Yet he heard not a complaint, once he announced the sizable sum of gold Pierre had promised. Not to mention the risky port of destination raised there rum soaked spirits. The crew always looked forward to a challenge and Port Royal would certainly serve as one.