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What Jack Sparrow Wants	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 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.

Chapter List
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Any names you recognise, belong
to The Mouse, everything else belongs to me. In a fair and just world, it
would be the other way around……!
With special thanks to Linthilde
and Hilary, my beta readers – you’re stars XX
I have added this
after comments by reviewers. The Jack in this story is not the altogether
loveable rogue per se the film. He is more of a pirate and as such, some of you
may not (or will not) like certain aspects of his character, but I make no
apologies for it. The whole purpose of this story (for me anyway) is to portray
Jack more realistically.
Another addition: I was told by Pirate Aurora (whom I am eternally
grateful to) that this story read funny due to a database corruption, hence I
am re-posting the entire lot – although not in one go!
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Chapter One: ‘Until next
time luv.’
Jenny Samuels woke with a start, forgetting where she was
for a moment, and then sank back onto her pillows as she remembered. Her
stomach gave a lurch, reminding her none to gently that she was on the sea, and
had spent the last couple of days retching and heaving her heart out. She
turned wearily onto her side, fighting down the nausea welling up again, tears
springing to her eyes. ‘I don’t even want to be here,’ she moaned to
herself, cursing her father who had sent her away. Jenny’s husband,
Edward had died six months earlier, and her father had grudgingly taken her
back home, complaining to all and sundry how much of a burden his only daughter
was to him. She recalled the shock she had felt when her father announced
to her that she was to leave her Worcestershire home for Portsmouth, then sail
on to the Caribbean, and become governess to the children of the Governor of The
British Territories, James Norrington. There had been a huge argument
between Jenny and her father, ending when the latter slapped his daughter
across the face, and told her if she did not go then he would throw her out
onto the streets. Jenny bit back the sobs, taking deep breaths to regain
control, ‘I will not shed tears over him, not now, not ever,’ she promised
herself.
Jenny got off the bed and dressed
herself, wrapping up warmly, for there was a strong, cold wind, making the
Atlantic even more formidable than usual, then made her way to the deck,
holding onto her shawl tightly, as the wind whipped her shoulder length, dark
brown hair all ways. She stood with her back braced against the ship,
watching the waves, as they climbed higher and higher, before crashing against
the side of the ship. For some reason, she did not feel sick when she was
actually watching the sea, it was only when her eyes and body could not
co-ordinate the movement of the ship with the movement of the sea that she felt
ill.
‘Do you think it’s wise to stay
on deck M’am?’ Jenny looked at the grizzled face of the first mate, who
was dripping wet from the spray.
‘I’ll be fine here for a while,
thank you Mr. Hughes, I need some fresh air.’ Jenny smiled at the man’s
concern. She had been dreading boarding the ship since she found out that
it would be a merchant vessel she would be sailing on, as the passage was
cheaper, and her father wanted to spend as little money as possible on her, but
the crew had been very kind to her since she boarded, making sure she was
looked after. She was not the only passenger, but she was the only female
one, and felt quite lonely as the other passengers and the crew, by and large,
avoided any familiarity with her. The ship suddenly lurched in the water,
nearly knocking her off her feet.
‘I think it’s time you went below
Mrs. Samuels, it’s going to get a little rough.’ The first mate guided
her to the hatch, hoisting it open, and Jenny disappeared back below, to the
sickness she knew would overcome her again.
This ship pitched and lurched
violently in the Atlantic storm, and her stomach seemed to match the motions,
her throat burning with the pain of retching when there was nothing left to
fetch up. Jenny was dimly aware of there being a particularly violent
shudder going through the ship, followed by an un-earthly groaning and crashing
noise. But she was beyond caring, alls she could think of was the assault
on her body and senses, a small part of her half wishing the ship would sink,
thus putting an end to her misery. Jenny finally sank into a deep sleep,
her body too weak to stay awake, despite the cacophony going on around her.
…
‘Wake up M’am, wake up!’
Jenny was aware that someone was shaking her gently, and pried open her eyes,
blinking several times in the strong sunlight, before finally gaining enough
sight to see who was waking her. It was the first mate, in an extremely
dishevelled state. ‘We’ve taken some damage Mrs. Samuels, we need
everyone to be ready in case we have to abandon ship.’ Mr. Hughes left
the room, giving Jenny the privacy to get dressed. Wearily, she climbed
off the bed, finding the strength from somewhere to pull on her clothes.
She stumbled her way to the deck, realising that the ship was listing to
starboard. There were men running to and fro, each busy with his own
appointed task. Slowly Jenny crossed the deck to the captain standing at
the helm.
‘Captain Adams, what is
happening?’ Jenny clung to the wheel for support, feeling her knees
starting to buckle beneath her.
The captain gave control of the
ship to a crewman and gently guided her to a barrel, sitting her down on
it. ‘We hit some rocks during the storm Mrs. Samuels. We couldn’t
assess the damage until the storm had passed, and it seems we have quite a
large hole just above the waterline on the starboard bow. We have taken
on a lot of water, but there are men bailing out, so the ship should soon be a
little more upright. Now if you’ll excuse me.....’ Captain Adams
crossed to the starboard side, issuing orders as he went, leaving Jenny sitting
on the barrel, feeling weak and rather helpless.
After some time, she became aware
that the ship was indeed starting to right itself, and the captain decided to
risk raising the anchor, making for a piece of land on the horizon, but it was
slow progress as the seas were still quite rough and they were still taking in
some water. Jenny wished there was something she could do, she hated
sitting around feeling useless. Growing up with five brothers had turned
Jenny into quite an independent woman, used to mucking in when the need arose,
always ready to offer an opinion, something which her father hated, for she
never shied from answering him back, whereas his mother and sister, and even
her own mother had always complied with his wishes.   Jenny was
startled from her reverie by a call from the crows nest. ‘Ship ho!’
The captain ordered the distress
flag to be hoisted, after looking through his spyglass and seeing the flag of
another British merchant vessel flying from the mast. The other ship
changed course, showing their sails as they did.   The effect
on the crew was immediate, as they all spotted the black sails. They ran
at their captain’s order to make ready for being boarded, every man checked his
pistol and armed himself with a cutlass.
‘What on earth is going on,
Captain?’ Jenny felt a shiver of fear jolt through her body.
‘There’s only one ship that has
black sails Mrs. Samuels, and it’s a pirate ship. Please go below and
lock yourself in your room. They won’t suspect there being a woman on
board and you might escape their notice.’
Jenny made her way to her room,
stomach churning up again, but with fear this time. She watched through
the window as the other ship got closer, part of her marvelling at the sight of
the majestic ship speeding its way towards them, the flag of the skull and
crossed swords flapping wildly in the wind. She heard Captain Adams
calling to his men to surrender without a fight as he could not afford to lose
any hands with the state his ship was in. The black ship drew alongside The
Galton and Jenny heard the sound of the grappling hooks landing on the deck
above her, followed by the shouts and jeers of the pirates as they swung
aboard. Jenny wedged herself into a corner, away from the door, and
prayed that she would not be discovered. She listened to the footsteps
running all over The Galton, and the whoops of delight as the pirates
came upon booty. Jenny froze upon hearting the door to her cabin rattle
as strong hands tried to open it.
‘Now, what could possibly be in
here that the Cap’n don’t want us to know about?’ The voice sounded
rough, harsh. There was a loud bang, and the door flew open, the lock
having being shot off. She tried not to whimper, pressing herself back
further into the corner, watching the men searching through her effects and
finding some jewellery. ‘Well, well, well. It seems we have a lady
aboard Davy.’ The second pirate chuckled, and they both looked around the
cabin, stopping when they spotted Jenny in the corner. The larger of the
two grabbed her, hauling Jenny to her feet, and roughly shoved her towards the
door, hands pawing her backside as she went.
Jenny looked at the scene on deck
in shock, seeing the crew and passengers of The Galton were herded
together by the mizzenmast, guarded by some of the pirates.
‘Wotcha got there lads?’
The voice sounded lazy, nonchalant.
‘A woman Cap’n, we found her
locked in a cabin.’ Davy held up his hands, showing the necklaces, pearl
studded hair combs and ear-rings to his captain.
‘Good, good.’ The pirate captain walked over to Jenny, looking
her up and down, and smiling as he took in her long, rather bedraggled hair,
the generous curves of her body. She was slightly taller than most women,
and the pirate looked down at her skirts, wondering whether she had long legs
beneath to concealing fabric. He grinned salaciously at the
thought. He saw a spark of fire in her green eyes, which she either quickly
subdued herself, or she was overcome with fear. He stroked the two braids
hanging from his chining thoughtfully, trying to decide which it was. Jenny
recoiled from his rum fuelled breath and tried not to notice how he was looking
at her.
‘Well M’lady, what other
treasures do ye possess?’ Coarse hands reached behind Jenny’s neck,
unfastening the pendant of gold and pearls, slipping it into a pocket in his
tatty, once grey coat. He then reached for Jenny’s face, gently stroking
her cheeks, his eyes never leaving hers as he removed the ear-rings she wore,
stowing them with the necklace. The pirate brushed his hands down Jenny’s
bare arms, making her shiver. ‘Like that do we luv?’ His impossibly
dark, black lined eyes glinted dangerously, his crooked smile showing a
mouthful of gold teeth. He lifted her hands, feeling slightly
disappointed to find only a wedding band on her finger.
‘No!’ Jenny snatched her
hand away. ‘You’re not taking that.’ She held her hands
close to her chest, hiding the ring from sight.
‘I don’t think yer in a position
to decide what I can and what I cannot take luv.’ He pulled Jenny’s hand
away from her body, his fingers brushing the tops of her breasts as he did, his
smile broadening, then he tugged at the ring, trying to remove it.
‘Please, I ask you, please
don’t take it, it’s the only keepsake I have of my late husband.’ Jenny
struggled to release her hand from the man’s iron grip.
‘Oh, ye ask me do
ya? Would ya beg me luv?’ He crooked an eyebrow, implying a
different proposition altogether.
Jenny fought to get her breath
back, not realizing she had been holding it, and ignored the hidden
meaning in the pirate’s words. ‘I beg you, please don’t take this
ring.’
‘What would ya do to keep
it? What lengths would ya go to luv, eh?’ He moved closer to Jenny,
causing her to back away until she reached the ships side and had nowhere left
to go. She tensed as the man pressed his body against hers, lips nuzzling
her neck, ‘Would ya offer yerself to me in exchange fer th’ring?’
‘Let her be, you bastard!’
Captain Adams tried to pull away from his captors, who beat him back.
‘No, please don’t hurt
him.’ Jenny was started to feel panicked, ‘Here, take the ring.’
She snatched it off her hand and held it towards her own captor.
He smiled at her, his face mere
inches away from hers. ‘It’s a good job I’m feeling generous today, eh
darlin.’ He wrapped his hand around hers, closing it, with the ring still
in her grasp. ‘You’ll always remember this day luv, as the day you almost
got seduced by Captain Jack Sparrow.’ Jack brushed his lips and
tongue against Jenny’s mouth, his eyes still locked on hers.
‘Shake a leg yer scabrous dogs,
we ain’t got all day.’ With a flourish Jack turned away and strode across
the deck of The Galton, swinging back to the deck of his own ship, his
crew swinging back after their captain, having sent the loot over earlier. Jack
caught Jenny’s eyes as the ships parted, and doffed his battered tri-cornered
hat elaborately. ‘Until next time luv.’
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