Superstition

A/N: 3rd Installment of what i have officially dubbed the legends series! Hope that everyone is enjoying it as much as i am!

Superstition

Jack stood at the wheel one hand gently stroking the spokes of his Pearl the other perched on his hip adding to the dominance he naturally possessed. Lizzie had been sitting off in the distance watching him. He hadn’t known it, but she frequently sat out of sight watching over him while he was at his perch. There was just something magnificent of the man and his ship. Unbeknownst to either of them, the crew had said the same thing of their Captain and Lizzie.

As she watched him she couldn’t t help but think about all the things he had managed to share with her, all the parts of him she knew that others didn’t. He was her hidden treasure. Every bit the good man of her previous suitors but with that much more character and independence on his side. She wished that her father could have just understood her decision before he had passed at the hands of Cutler Beckett: a man Jack had killed for her and a list of his own reasons.

Gibbs strolled up to Jack and said something before retiring below deck with the rest of the crew for the evening. She left him to his ship; merely musing over the care he took for his Pearl, and knowing how much he loved these times. Lizzie appreciated how he took the same care for her own being as he did for his ship, he never needed to say he loved her, he showed her. After a long while and a few unexpected catnaps on her part, she decided that she needed to be with him so she moved to her feet and began a slow, quite stroll towards him. Wanting ever so much to sneak up on him as he frequently managed to do to her.

She paused when she saw him reach for his compass and look at the heading. Her heart warmed knowing he was thinking about her. Ever since they had managed to find love in the arms of each other Jack never bothered with the compass, unless he wanted to find her. He had told her once that she could never leave him, “I’ll always find ye luv. This bloody thing hasn’t been broken all the while. Merely serves as a Lizzie finder these days, as it were.” The sound of the compass closing disturbed her memories as she watched him chuckle to himself, completely aware that she couldn’t be in the great cabin where he had last seen her. She knew she had been found so she merely walked to the rail to stare out at sea and torture him a bit.

Within minutes she felt the familiar warmth of his body press against her back as his arms tightened around waist. He pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before lowering his head to her shoulder and gazing out to sea. Words weren’t necessary as the two enjoyed each other’s presence. Jack clearly enjoying it, as a certain part of his anatomy seemed to be responding to her on its own accord. Finally he lowered his hand to hers and pulled her off toward the wheel. She willingly followed. With expert grace he positioned her in front of the wheel returning one hand to it and the other around his Lizzie. She moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder holding him to her.

“Tell me a story Jack.” She spoke quietly.

“mmm. There aren’t many ye don’t already know luv.”

“That’s not entirely true Captain Sparrow.” She teased.

Rolling his eyes, “of course it isn’t.” He laughed. “But there are many more options for us tonight.” He moved his eyes from the horizon to hers and placed a kiss to her forehead. “I need you Lizzie.”

“You always need me Jack.” She stated rather confidently.

“Aye. But I say its fairly even luv because there are plenty of times I recall when you have needed me.” He smiled devilishly at her, before seizing her lips in a bruising kiss. “Not that I’d ever complain about such things you know.”

She slid down his body and turned her attention to loosening his sash and belts so she could cure him of his so called need.

“Jack, why a chickens foot?” She asked.

“Hmm?” His eyes met hers with confusion, before he realized the trinket on his person to which she had been referring. “Oh, long story. Tell you later.”

“Ill hold you to that Jack.” She smiled wickedly up at him.

“So long as you hold something else right about now Lizzie I may be inclined to share the details of said chickens foot.”

She finished loosening his many accessories and moved her hands to release his manhood from its ever-tightening confines.

She could feel him growing in her hands and it empowered her. She relished the degree to which he trusted her, how much something so simple could please him so much. She moved to kiss him ever so lightly up and down the length of his shaft, knowing full well that her breath would be enough to bring him to his hardest. She could feel his muscles tensing as she moved and she couldn’t help but laugh to herself at his reaction.
After torturing him just enough she placed her lips around his tip and began sucking ever so gently, using her hands to guide him further within her mouth.

Jack held the wheel so tightly that his knuckles had drained of all color, his other hand entwined in her hair encouraging her movements. He fought the urge to thrust as his Lizzie moved her mouth expertly over his manhood. He had everything a pirate could wish for right then and there. He felt himself losing control as she sucked him harder milking him of his desires. She tucked him back into his breeches and rose to her feet. She was met by a passionate kiss from her grateful lover.

“Lizzie, you always know just what I need.” He managed to mutter into her ear, holding her to him as tightly as his now groggy body would allow. “I’ll make it up to you later, savvy?” He kissed her again entwining his tongue with hers before she could respond.

Before she got herself into a position where she wouldn’t be able to wait for later, she snaked her way out of his embrace and leaned up on the rail looking back at him. “So tell me about the chicken’s foot,” she managed to spit out almost breathlessly.

“Nearly forgot about that luv.” He chuckled, knowing full why she had changed the subject. “I got it from Tia.”

“So in other words it’s about as useful as your jar of dirt was?” She laughed at him.

He smiled at her wit, it was one of the many reasons he had fallen for her in the first place. “Maybe, but not so willing to risk it.”

“Risk what?”

“Said to protect you from lwa.” He stated rather seriously.

“Jack did you make that up?” She laughed at him.

“No.” He rolled his eyes at her naivety. “lwa are spirits in the universe. They can be good or bad as it were. Even mount people and cause all sorts of harm to their person. The chicken’s foot is supposed to protect ye from these souls, at least from those that may be harmful. Savvy?”

“Something tells me there are many souls that would want to harm you Jack Sparrow.” She teased as she tossed her hair over her shoulder smiling at him.

“Captain.” He thought about it for a moment, “maybe we should go see Tia and get another chickens foot?” He answered sounding somewhat concerned.

“Jack you can’t be that superstitious.” She gave him a look of seduction, “after all you did convince the crew it was safe to have me on board.”

“Aye. Having a woman aboard a ship has proven to be far better luck than it has been rumored to provide and I for one am not so willing to give up those benefits. So I will risk any ill will brought about by your presence as I am the captain of this ship and I am quite satisfied by my luck since you have been around.” He smiled at the look of confusion on her face before continuing, ”Ghosties never seem to be of the good variety and I am not so willing to risk my luck with any more curses or bad omens as it were. SO…this captain will be carrying around a chicken’s foot.”

She walked to him shaking her head, “Jack, if I can pull you out of Davy Jones Locker, I think I can fight off any lwa that may want to harm you.” She leaned up and kissed him, slipping back into his arms.

“As skilled as you are in the afterlife me Lizzie I think ill hang on to this for a while.” He patted the chicken’s foot as he heard the watch bell sound signifying that Cotton would be up shortly to take his place. “However I can think of some other skills of yours that could be put to use tonight,” he whispered into her ear before patting her on the bottom.

“Funny how you always like to explore those skills,” she laughed at him.

“Don’t forget pillage, plunder, loot, and of course run off with me booty.”