Sushi?

First off: Thank you for even wanting to read this.

Second off: Author Notes

1. I'm a procrastinator.
2. Reviews are nice, but I don't demand them so that I post chapters.
3. I'm a artist before a writer and note#1 before either of those.
4. Most, if not all, of my fanfiction will have art or (doujinshi)comics to go with them.
5. You one stop shop for all the crap I make : http://ayadragonsheart.powweb.com/

As a final note: We've determined that my brain lives off of filth. Any attempt to remove said mind from the gutter, would be like removing an animal from its natural habitat. It would die... taking me with it. Not that it wouldn't happen eventually anyways... With that said, muses amuse me, but they tend to taste kinda funny.

Thirdly: Review Response
Thanks so much for the reviews and encouragement, it has spurred me on to not only edit this story, but start working on another chapter... so soon, this may no longer be a oneshot.


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So here he was.

Knelling on a rotting deck, waiting to bargain for his life upon Davy Jones’s Flying Dutchman. And all because of some fool crew he had signed up with just to get him as far as Tortuga.

Yet, even with all the bad luck he had been having with his current pirating career, Jack felt it was on the curb of a better turn. Yes indeed, even despite the currently gloomy atmosphere with crashing waves, heavy rain, lighting split sky, and that annoying wet bubbly sputtering noise that was driving him nutters.

Of course, it could also be the small amount of rum left in his veins talking to him, such a sweet lass she was.

Well all that was until the dead man next to him was being tossed off the ship by a couple of cursed pirates. He could fill his skin crawl just watching the crabs climb around one’s head in his nose and out the hole in his cheek. Left a right nasty taste in his mouth it did. “Bugger…”

“You there!” The squid faced man pointed at him with his crab shaped claw, or was it a hand? “ Whelp! You are neither dead nor dying! Why have yeh come aboard me ship?!” Ah, Captain Jones he was then. ‘Ol Jack should have been paying more attention to the goings on next to him rather than the giddy outlook on life alcohol was giving.

It also seemed that the beard of tentacles was to blame where the bubbly noise was coming from. He just figured his ears had broken after hitting that sharp rock with his head.

“Perhaps yeh be the only swimmer amongst your now dead crew?” Currently said captain was beating down one of the fishy looking sailors with his clawed arm while ranting. “Or perhaps addle brained Marcus here picked up another live one! Even af‘r I told him the ‘LAST TIME‘! To do No! Such! Thing!” Each word was ended with a heavy hit to the weird looking head of whom the pirate assumed was Marcus.

Eventually they all turned to looked at him, waiting for a response. That’s when Sparrow knew if he didn’t start doing some quick talking with that silver tongue all the harlots said he had, he would end up just like the old sea dog that had been by his side earlier. Mackey! Mack. Michael. Mackerel? Oh! Whatever bloody hell his name was! Not like it mattered, the bugger was dead anyways.

“Well, s’not like I had a choice mate.” Standing up even with the surrounding crews protest along pointy objects being shoved to his throat, he came eye to eye with a octopuses face. A quick leer, and then a smirk to cover the former, Jack began his story.

“First off, my name is Jack! Jack Sparrow! Nice to, um, err, meet you.” Failing to find a hand to shake, the pirate gave a flourish of arms, and a deep bow quickly popping back upright. Sparrows eyes did a quick once over the rest of the captains grotesque body hold his arms at a distance as the other simply stared him down with a glare.

“Get to the point whelp.” It seemed Captain Jones was irritated, yet was also thrown off at the display placed before him. Just right where the sneaky, circle talking, kohl rimed eyed sailor wanted him to be.

“Well you see, I made the honest mistake of sneaking aboard a thus currently sunken and broken ship, from which I came to be here as I‘m sure you are aware of already. Seeing as how you stabbed all of the threw and toss‘d ‘em overboard already…” Lying never hurt anybody right? After all, who was going to tell on him, the rest of the crew? “ A damned shame if you ask me. I find myself all broken up, along with me sense of respect, for her now destroyed loveliness. However! If I were her captain, said ship never would’ve wrecked into the obviously large and looming cliffs right in front of it like that. Captain not having a sense of wit about ‘em to have made such a grievous error.”

“ You be trying to make a deal with me, Sparrow… “ At least tentacle face seemed in a humorous mood, perhaps? Jack couldn’t tell to be sure really, with the popping sounds and twitchiness. “And how yeh explain to me the part where yeh didn’t drown escaping where it was you had hidden rat?!” Oh Bugger it all, figures his luck would fail him now. If only to stall as long as he could until he could find or make up an answer to that question.

“ Look. All I be saying is that were I a captain, no such thing would’ve never happened. He twas a right ’Poor’ captain ‘e was!” With a finger poke to Jones chest, Jack jumped from the frying pan into the fire. “ If you let me Captain, I’ll prove it as well… Savvy?” And with a toothy grin, “As for the not drowning part, sea turtles mate!” he did his best to seem as if he were telling the truth.

The whole shipped roared with laughter, though the man, err, squid… crab? Whatever. The ‘captain’ didn’t join in on the ruckus going about. Several of the cursed sailors called out insults as the two stared at each other “Sir! This one be a loony! “ Sparrow broke eye contact to glare at that one, he was quite sane as far as he knew. But luckily for Sparrow, Jones seemed to give in to a idea.

“Since yeh’s not dead yet… Serve One-hundred years aboard me ship… and I’ll make ‘yeh a captain and raise you own ship from the bottom of me sea.” The popping bubbly sound was sorely starting to get onto Jack’s now currently un-rum filled brain.

The crew mumbled, making rude comments about just killing him already as Jack mulled over in his mind on whether or not the offer was a trick or just his luck finally taking a turn for the better.

“Just one question mate.” Putting on his best smile and leaning away slightly, which of course managed to keep him just barely balanced. “Just how long do I get to ‘Captain’ this said ship upon the ‘fair’ seas, and am I to serve before or after my captainship?”

Jack himself being a pirate and future captain; captain, Captain Jack Sparrow, that had a nice ring to it! Knew that things usually unsaid or asked, could be assumed by such parties differently and un-accordingly to previously assumed parameters. “Savvy?” But the good feeling of fortune he had earlier was beginning to drop as the smile appeared on ‘ol Jones fish face.

“Ten years to this day, and one day no later to the hour upon which we agree our deal.” Don’t octopus only have eight legs… oh well. Not every day you see a crab and squid apart of one body. “As for your time of servatude, I shall wait until after your career seeing as how I don’t tend to like giving up good sailors. Isn‘t that ‘right‘ Marcus?!?” The whole crew was laughing again at the others embarrassment.

Ten years was also not exactly what Sparrow had been hoping upon either. Far to short a time to do any proper pirating or pillaging for very long. He had a name to make for himself! Let alone think of some way to weasel out of the deal and keep himself a ship.

“If I may… perhaps there is a bargain to be had upon said time of servitude to begin ’n end.” Another toothy grin normally would’ve won over several women of Tortuga for the night, and Davy Jones was no harlot, but that wasn’t going to stop Jack from trying. Fish face did seem to be mulling over the idea.

With a quick flourish of hands he hoped to stop any frivolous debate with his own suggestion, err, persuasions. “ A task perhaps! Or even a service of supply.” or… “ Perhaps some sort of treasure or item that is of use to you that needs stealing?”

Ah! ‘ol squid breath like that idea, this might work out after all. Err… or he could be angry, wasn’t quite sure yet if twitchy tentacles meant laughter or murder. Jack held his arms elbow with one hand as he stroked his bead with the other trying to gauge the emotions of the Flying Dutchman‘s captain.

Davy Jones scanned over his crew as he contemplated the potential negotiation. Much like he was worried about something, scaling the goods verses the ills. Finally drifting his gaze back to young scallywag before him.

“ ‘al right then!” That popping sound was really getting on Sparrows last nerve. “ I’ll give yeh one task! And when you return with said item I shall grant you ten years atop the other! No more than so, but perhaps less…”

“ Fif’teen years perhaps? “ Toothy grin and all.

“ I can make it five it your persist!” A snappy glare and a stomp let Jack know he would budge no further.

“Ten it is!” Bugger… he wanted to toss his hands in the air, but thought better of it.

“ I want you to retrieve a certain compass for me. It be black, not point north, ’an certain women has it.” Oh bugger, as if the sputtering wasn’t enough he just had to light a pipe. Nasty fish face bugger of a… however!

“ ’N if you don’t bring it back afore the end of the tenth year, I’ll reduce yeh extend it to three years! And yeh best hope yeh don‘t have it upon ‘r self when I sees yah!“ ... Oi! What’s with that… just a broken compass, what good was it going to do him.

“ I don’t believe that’ll be a problem mate. Shall we shake on it? “ He wasn’t sure to shake the claw or tentacle. “Savvy?”

Jones began to laugh and Jack decided he didn’t like the weird sound either, it was even more annoying than the water bubbles popping.

“ No need to shake on this one, Captain, Jack Sparrow… No, no, you’ll simply have to perform a service for my dear departed friend aboard the Black Pearl in exchange completing our deal. It will also give you a chance to back out with a chance to keep your wretched life.” Ah, back to the assumptions of parties among a deal who’s views were decidedly different from the actual agreements exact words used, per description.

“ The Black Pearl? “ Curiosity drowns the cat.

“ Hahaha! Your new ship Jack! I will raise her from the bottom of the sea as per our agreement. “ Oh yeas, he definitely hated the laughing more then the annoying popping noise.

Smirking, he truly hoped this favor wasn’t going to be, dangerous. “ And what favor may I perhaps be performing for this departed friend of yours? “

Jack, by no means an average pirate, but like all pirates, he was very superstitious, greedy, and could often smell a lie even if he didn’t know what the lie was. And right now the shiver going down his spine was a bad sign. A very bad sign.

“ Oh Sparrow! If I were to tell you that, you wouldn’t have the chance to ‘null and void our deal. Lets just say, should you choose to not fulfill your task, you may die, or live and not obtain you own ship. “

Do or die, sounded fair, by pirate standards at least. “ And, abouts the location of said compass? “

“ You’ve got thirteen years to figure that out whelp! And I do believe that this be your stop now Mr. Sparrow, as we have traveled far since our dealing stated.“ Davy Jones gestured to railing then turned to his crew barking out orders, if that’s what you could call it. “Toss him overboard!”

Two shell shaped bodies and a reef looking man grabbed his arms and hauled him towards the starboard railing, “Lovely visiting the Flying Dutchman Captain! I Look forward to our next visit! ” and threw him several feet over board. “WoahOHOAH YO!” Sending him splashing into a water filled sideways captains cabin? What the bugger? Said ship just happen to be quickly draining the sea from its lower decks as it breached the surface.

Swiftly Jack grabbed one of the legs of a wooden table bolted to the floor before the ship turned proper way up to bobbed atop the sea nearly tossing him back out the broken windows in the process. Leaving the pirate sputtering to catch a breath as his soaked body melded to the wooden floor.

“ ‘Is not so bad. “ Now empty of almost all the water that once filled it, the room looked rather fit for his needs as a Captain. “ That does have a wondrous ring to it… Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow. “ Hopping up off the water soaked wooden floor, he began to survey his new, hopefully permanent surroundings, if he could work it out. Even as his water soaked clothes made a dripping sound of piss, the chilled night air seemed to not effect wet ‘ol Jack the least bit.

“ Well, seeing as how supposed spoken of person needing ’service’ appears to be no where about. “ Swiveling eyes double scanned the room for movement and skeletons, never could be to sure. “ I suppose it couldn’t hurt to search this lovely little lass of a ship for some rum then now could it! “ Patting the table top he was standing next to, Jack began to walk out of the cabin leaving a trailing puddle of water behind him, intent on finding said treasure in the lower decks. “ Yoah ho, yoah ho, a pirat-”

“ Em ‘Ol Jones send yah?” Bugger, didn’t even make it out the door before bad luck could strike again.

With a large sigh and drooping limbs, Jack didn’t even bother to turn around while answering the raspy worn voice. “That he did… something about a service to you before I could captain this here ship.” He waited for a order to be sent to some task for quite some time, and he waited a little longer, before finally turning a questioning eye back into the room to see if the man had appeared ,or had just went up and died.

“ ‘Ello?” Oh yes, this just had creepy bad idea written all over the situation. But being as how he had a deal to yet complete, he couldn’t just run. Even though he really, really wanted to, but then again after all, he really wanted the Black Pearl as well as what ever rum she currently carried.

Sparrow heard some sick, wet almost, movement in the room. Walking back inside a few feet he imagined the sounds were coming from under the large wooden bed. He could hear slopping sounds and other movement as he bent to his knees to get a better look into the shadows under the bed from a few feet away. “ ‘Ello?”

Quickly he realized that he was staring at some sort of extremely large squid or octopus, just a little to late to turn and run though.

Two slimy tentacles sprang out to wrap around his ankles and yanked him towards the bed knocking him to the floor with which his head made hard enough contact to rattle even his fake teeth. Maybe even slightly bite his tongue, all in all, his head hurt and his eyes spun after all the abuse of the day.

“ You’s wants me ship eh? “ Feet dragged under the bed, yet the rest of his body was free at the moment. Jack twisted to his side to get a better view into the darkness under the wooden bottom at his captor. The pirate had a nice little opened mouth ‘what the bugger’ expression going on, since he had yet another squid face talking to him. But at least this one didn’t make that annoying popping sound.

“ This be your last chance to leave me ship, that is unless you want her. “ AH! Ok, it makes sense now, I can leave the ship, or help him get up and leave the ship, that must be the service, since he’s all squildly and probably having a difficult time moving about with the lack of water and all.

“ Well actually I’ve grown quite fond of her already. I like my women. “ Jack forced a smile, even with his hurting teeth and rattled still rum-less brain. He never could think quite right with out the stuff in his system. “ I could… help you off, Savvy? “

The others raspy airy chuckle made Sparrow remembered something, “ That you can meh boy… “ assumptions by separate persons in conversation and or deals, plus bargains, tend to differ greatly when applied to reality. “… and that you ‘WILL’. After all, good ‘ol Jonesy did promise a reward f’r watching h’s wreck‘d toy.”

Even as complete realization hit his mind the only thing Jack could force out his mouth before being completely drug under the bed was a high pitched yelp.

Soon enough a slimy tentacle wrap around his head acting as a gag while two others pinned his arms at the wrist. Panic filled his throbbing brain as more began exploring under the still wet shirt, and began pulling him free of his vest, scarves, along with the pants. All that eventually remained was the red wrap and beads in his hair with some jewelry as the sickly slimy sucked covered appendages moved against his exposed skin.

Sparrow shut his eyes tight to the sight before him, not wanting to see what was happening thus confirming it’s reality. Even going so far as to try biting down on the sucker lined flesh in his mouth, which only succeeded in half way suffocating him as it decided a simple gag wasn‘t enough and felt the need to explore the inside of his throat forcing Jack to fight the urge to toss the contents of his stomach.

Attempting to move his arms and legs only ended up with one set pinned behind his upper back, bringing his forehead pressed against the underside of the bed, and the lower set to be spread apart firmly planted to the floor.

Bugger! Bugger! Bugger! Bugger! The pirate chanted it like a mantra, over and over as he struggled to keep his hips away from the roaming legs.

A cold firmness wrapped around Jack limp member squeezing firmly while a different almost warm one started to explore and probe his tight entrance, not yet entering fully.

Wuth that, all thought left Sparrow’s mind as he struggled to move any limb he could, trying his best to escape, moving tentacles grabbing at him and the sound of popping suckers filled his ears. He continued anyways to only fail, having his body dragged closer to the monster every time until he was no longer able to move.

Jack was doing his best to gasp at the air his lungs were screaming for at the moment, and thankfully the tentacle that had been used as a gag moved away to allow him air. He took in one lung full after another until the now heated flesh rapped around his manhood started to stroke him in a most arousing way.

He couldn’t help but to moan.

Being in a situation were he could no longer do anything, Jack did the only thing a defeated man with a will to live could do. He promised himself to kill it, then drown himself in rum and whores at the first chance he got. Not to mention he was doing his dammed best to ignore the currently pleasant stimulation happening to his body.

It wasn’t much later when he could no longer keep himself from whimpering and moaning his cock stiff and rigged, weeping white pearls onto both his and the monsters flesh.

More appendages had began busying themselves with massaging his nipples, thighs, and testicles While still others had started stretching and moving within the sweet heat of his anus. Curling and flicking to and fro, sliding only a small way in before darting out again. Much like the tongue of a snake or cat.

Poor Jack Sparrow was going mad from the attention.

He could care less of what was doing what to him now, even the fact that he was no longer being held down to the degree he had been previously. All he wanted was that tantalizing release that was so close. Even when the tentacles had removed themselves from his entrance, and were replaced by a larger hot more solid feeling one, every time it moved into and out of him, Jack could feel the knotting pressure in his stomach building to almost impossible peak.

The sounds that had repulsed him before now only seemed to heighten his current arousal, and he began to beg for more with unintelligible words, curses, moans, and groans.

It finally boiled over when the large tentacle inside him rubbed a different direction, just so and speed up to a almost bruising pace, suckers rubbing the globes of his backside raw.

He felt himself tighten, break, and fall over the edge of ecstasy, letting go of reality and consciousness even as the other released inside of him with large copious amounts making him feel fuller and fuller. He no longer cared as the darkness around his eyes pushed him inwards and unconscious.

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Snoring loudly Jack woke suddenly to relative darkness under the bed popping his head up and managing to barely miss colliding with wooden bottom. A single sliver of sunshine was to blame for his quick awakening, hitting him in the eye that had drifted in from the broken window across the room.

His head hurt, not to mention other parts of his body were both raw and leaking large amounts of sour smelling fluid.

But reality soon snapped back to him as he wildly scanned the rest of the area under the bed for the monster from last night. Only to be greeted by his discarded and now crusty dry clothing, a large mess, and a slimy note on the floor just out from under the bed.

Grabbing his clothes he looked over the rest of the room warily before he grabbed the nasty note and dragged in back under the bed with him.

Keeping one eye on the empty cabin he began trying to read the note, unfortunately he couldn’t read the writing on it one damned bit. So instead he folded it up and crawled out from under the bed, put his clothes back on stuffed the note in his vest and decided it was a task best left for later as the first thing on his agenda was getting clean, drinking some ‘needed’ rum, and just in case the squid came back… a sword, or some other sharp pointy object.

Because ‘Captain’ Jack Sparrow ‘hated’ sushi…

...and had probably even developed a slight fear of squid.