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Unfortunately
The Mouse owns everything to do with PotC including Jack Sparrow – curses!

This is the
second story in the What Jack Sparrow Wants series. This will make no
sense whatsoever if you have not already read WJSW (probably won’t make much sense
if you have!!) ;)

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Chapter one:
‘You will know who Jack Sparrow is all right.’

Nine months
later

‘Mr. Valentine,
there’s a couple of men around town asking questions about Sparrow an’ his
woman.’ Tobias Hoskins took a sip of tea from a bone china cup then placed it
back on the saucer and looked at his employer closely.

‘Are there
indeed? What questions exactly?’

‘Where they are,
what ship he sails, where he makes berth, are they married. Those sort of
questions, sir.’

‘I think it’s
time these gentlemen paid me a visit, don’t you Toby?’

‘I shall see to
it straight away Mr. Valentine.’

… … … …

Jenny looked out
at the island shrouded in fog and shivered in spite of herself. After hearing
so many tales of the Isla de Muerta, she had not been looking forward to seeing
the place and now that they were here she knew her fears were not unfounded.
The crew of The Black Pearl had had a successful run on pirating ships
and running rings around the authorities, now they were stashing the latest lot
of booty they had purloined.

‘Ya comin’
ashore luv?’ Jack came up behind her and snaked his arms around her waist,
nibbling her neck.

‘I’m not sure
Jack, the place gives me the creeps.’

‘Aye, it gives
everyone th’creeps which is why they give it a wide berth,’ he grinned, proud
that he was not as superstitious as most sailors. ‘C’mon luv, I’ll look after
yer, eh?’

Jenny sighed
then pushed Jack’s head away from her neck as his bites started to harden. ‘All
right, I suppose I am a little curious about what it looks like inside.’

‘It glistens
Jen. There’s so much gold and gems, the lamplight just bounces off the treasure
lightin’ up th’whole cave. You can have yer pick of what ya want.’

‘Thank you
Jack,’ she replied heavily but he did not notice as he left her and started issuing
orders for the men to start bringing the booty up from the hold. She frowned to
herself, wishing that he would not festoon her with jewels galore as he had
done since she returned to him. But he would not take no for an answer and the
small box she kept her jewellery in was no longer big enough for the gold
chains, strings of pearls, ear-rings, rings and bracelets. Things most women
would dream about owning in such large quantities but she did not want them. ‘There’s
only one thing I want,’ she thought sadly before going to help stow the
things brought up into sacks and barrels.

… … … …

‘We don’t ‘ave
ter answer yer questions. What’s it ter ye anyhow?’

Absolon
Valentine scrutinised the speaker carefully before deciding that he was the
stronger of the two and shifted his attention to his partner, who although was
bigger built, seemed more nervous, more wary of Valentine and Hoskins.

‘It’s not
everyday that two gentlemen from London come to Tortuga asking questions about
Jack Sparrow, I’m just curious that’s all.’

‘We’re here on
private business which is none of your concern,’ the first man retorted,
glaring at Valentine, almost daring him to do anything.

‘Gentlemen, gentlemen.
There’s no need to be so defensive. I might be able to help you find Sparrow
but I would need some information from you first.’ Valentine smiled a charming
smile then nodded to the butler who had been hovering by the door, waiting to
serve tea.

The two men fell
silent as the tea was poured, each wishing they could confer with the other and
wondering just what it was this small, weedy looking man wanted with their
quarry.

‘What’s in it
fer us?’ The second man finally found his voice after sipping his tea, looking
faintly ridiculous with a tiny cup in his huge hands. ‘We’re already workin’
fer someone, like.’

‘I help you find
Sparrow, you give me as much information as you can about him. If you could
give me the location of his ship’s berth, I would make it more than worth your
while.’

‘I dunno Guv,
our punter in England is payin’ us handsomely. I doubt ya could match his fee.’

Valentine looked
at the second man as if he were a simpleton, shaking his head incredulously.
‘Have you ever been to the Caribbean before, gentlemen? There is probably more
wealth in this harbour at the moment than in the whole of England at any given
time.’

‘Well it ain’t
really Sparrer we’re after…’ The big man looked at his partner in bewilderment
as he made frantic gestures for him to shut up, but it was too late.

‘Not Sparrow? Then
whom, pray, are you after?’ Valentine smiled suddenly as realisation dawned on
him. ‘Jenny Samuels.’

‘N-no,’
spluttered both men together then the first one got to his feet, placing his
cup and saucer on a nearby table. ‘Thank ye fer yer hospitality, Mr. Valentine
but we’re busy men.’ He nodded to his partner and both men exited Valentine’s
mansion as quickly as they could, leaving its owner and his right hand man
laughing in their wake.

‘Well, well,
well. I wonder who in England wants Jenny Samuels traced?’ The small man mused,
looking thoughfully out on the harbour of Tortuga.

‘What do you
want ter do Sir?’ Toby Hoskins hoped it would not involve him travelling across
the Atlantic ocean.

‘Find Mrs.
Samuels first, let those two buffoons know we have her and see if we can strike
a bargain.’

Hoskins sighed
with relief then nodded at his employer and went to send boys out to ask
discrete questions about town as to the whereabouts of The Black Pearl.

… … … …

Jenny grabbed
Pete’s helping hand over the slippery rocks then glanced up, stopping dead in
her tracks as the lamplight showed up the contents of the cave.

‘Beautiful,
ain’t it?’ Pete grinned, pulling her gently to get her moving again.

‘I-I-I… I’ve
never seen anything so…’ Jenny gaped, at a loss for words. ‘I thought
the treasure at Magellanes was unbelievable, but this…’

‘C’mon lads, I
know Jenny hasn’t seen it before but you have, so get crackin,’ Jack ordered as
he made his way over to Jenny and Pete.

‘Jack, what can
you possibly want with so much treasure?’

‘Ah Jen, I’m a
pirate,’ he explained, sweeping his arms around the cavern. ‘I can never have
too much treasure, savvy? Now, what d’ya fancy?’

‘I don’t want
anything Jack, I already have enough.’

He sighed
heavily, his face hardening with displeasure. ‘Y’know, ya can be really
ungrateful at times, Jenny Samuels.’

She stared at his retreating figure, kicking
herself for saying anything but he disappeared to another part of the cave
without looking back and her shoulders slumped dejectedly as she made a start
on unloading one of the barrels of its coins and gems.

… … … …

Jack sat on a
rock looking out at the sea and nothing in particular, casting pebbles and
shells into the water when he looked around at the sound of someone approaching
then back at the sea when he saw it was Jenny.

‘Do you want
some company?’

The only reply
Jenny got was a shrug of the shoulders so she sat next to him, unsure as to
what to say or do. ‘Jack, I’m sorry I
upset you, I didn’t mean it.’
‘Why don’t ya
like any of th’things I give ya, eh? Is it not good enough fer ya, M’lady?’
he asked sarcastically.

‘Jack!
It’s not that.’

‘What then? Most
women would sell their souls fer a quarter o’what I’ve given ya, but you? You
just look at it like it’s cheap tat.’

‘What you give
me is beautiful but what do I want with fine jewels and fancy dresses? They’re
nice when we go ashore somewhere, but…’

‘What do ya want
then, eh?’ Jack did not bother to hide the anger in his voice as he turned and
glared at her. ‘Well?’

‘Do you want to
know what I truly want?’ She picked up Jack’s hand, stroking his fingers
and smiling softly to herself. ‘I want to hear you tell me you love me.’

‘Eh? But ya know
how I feel about ya Jen.’

‘I have never had
anyone tell me they love me. I expect my mother did when I was a child but I
don’t remember it. I know you love me Jack but I’d like to hear you say
it, just once.’

Jack stared at
his lover dumbfounded, then reached out tentatively and cupped her face in his
hands, caressing her cheeks with calloused thumbs. ‘I luv ya Jenny Samuels,
more than you will ever know.’

Jenny closed her
eyes, savouring the moment then opened them again slowly, looking into Jack’s
deep dark eyes. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered just as his lips closed in on hers.

‘Why did not ya
say Jen?’ Jack broke away and pressed his forehead against hers, rubbing noses
and planting small kisses on her lips.

‘I don’t know. I
tried to tell myself it was not important, that I knew how you felt about me
and did not need words. But, well I suppose I did need words.’

‘Ya silly, silly
girl,’ he smiled, shaking his head slowly. ‘I can’t promise it’s something I’ll
say ter ya often but don’t you ever doubt how I feel about ya, savvy?’

‘I won’t Jack, I
promise,’ she whispered before kissing him passionately, only breaking off when
someone approached them.

‘Sorry Cap’n,
Jenny. The weather’s closing in Jack.’ Joshamee Gibbs glanced about him at the
mist shrouded sea which was thickening even as he spoke.

‘Aye, so it is
Mr. Gibbs. So it is,’ Jack smiled, regretfully. ‘C’mon Jenny Wren, time ter go
home.’ He stood and helped her to her feet then led the way through the caves
back to the entrance in the cove where The Pearl was anchored.

‘Where will we
be going?’ she enquired as she stepped into the waiting boat.

‘South America,
sell on the idols an’ stuff they like. Nah, nah, not as far down as
Argentina don’t worry,’ he assured her, laughing at her horrified expression.
‘Just th’northern tip, maybe down ter Fortaleza again, only this time you’ll be
stayin’ on board th’ship.’

‘Good, I’ve had
enough of Fortaleza to last me for quite some time,’ she smiled, thinly,
recalling both times she’d been to the fort town, neither of them being happy
occasions for her.

‘Eh, you all
right luv?’ Jack placed his hand on her knee and squeezed as John Williams and
Billy Wheeler rowed them through the fog to the ship, listening out for the
rings of the bell to show them where she was.

‘Yes, yes I’m
fine,’ she lied, turning her attention to the dark hull of The Black Pearl
looming over them.

‘Ya sure?’ he
looked at her doubtfully, a quizzical look on his face.

‘I suppose I was
hoping we would not be going to Fortaleza ever again.’

‘Ah. We don’t
have ter go, plenty of other places ter trade.’

‘Thank you
Jack,’ Jenny smiled gratefully at him before grabbing the rope ladder and
climbing up to the deck, turning to face him as he hauled himself aboard beside
her. ‘But there is no need. I shall be fine, I promise.’

‘I’ll make yer
even more fine luv,’ he whispered huskily, his hands fondling her backside.
‘Gibbs, we won’t make sail until this fog lifts.’

‘Aye, aye
Cap’n,’ he winked knowingly as his captain made his way to the hatch with Jenny
in tow.

Jack gave a low,
seductive chuckle as her hands started undoing his breeches even before they
entered the cabin then moaned as she pressed him against the door as it closed
behind them, her tongue taking over his mouth and her groin rubbing against
his, sending a jolt through his body that came back to between his legs.

‘C’mon Jen,’ he
panted, trying to push her away. ‘Let’s get ourselves more comfy, eh?’

‘I’m quite
comfortable, thank you,’ she growled softly, sinking her teeth into the soft
flesh of his neck, making him hiss with pain then moan as her tongue soothed
the pain away.

Jack closed his
eyes and leaned back against the wall as Jenny sank to her knees and finished
unlacing his breeches, hitching them down around his ankles then blowing cool
air along the length of his prick to the tip which was already beaded with
pearly drops of his juice.

‘Oh… sweet…
Mary…’ he gasped then mewled with desire as he felt her hot lips close over his
prick and began to suckle on it, making explosions pop in his head as she took
more of him into her mouth and started to suck harder, her hands caressing the
tender spot at the back of his thighs. Jack peeled his eyes open and looked
down, almost coming at the sight of his manhood buried in the mouth of his
lover who was starting to moan onto him, sending vibrations coursing through
his length and into his veins. Her tongue rasped along the sensitive underside
and Jack loosed his grip on control, flooding her mouth with his liquid,
grunting with each ejaculation until he was fully spent and satiated. He slowly
eased himself from her mouth and sank down the wall until he was level with her
and grabbed Jenny around the neck, pulling her to him.

‘I though I was
supposed ter make you feel fine luv, not th’other way ‘round,’ Jack
chuckled, running his hand down her still clothed back.

‘You have
made me feel fine Jack,’ she purred, undoing the buttons of his shirt and
running her hand along his chest, rubbing his nipple with her thumb until it
became a hard bud which she took in her mouth and teased with her tongue.

‘Get undressed
luv, please,’ he pleaded, trying to tug at her clothes and growling with
exasperation when she moved from his reach. ‘Jenny…!’

Laughing, Jenny
stood before him and started undoing her shirt, shrugging it from her shoulders
then hoisting the underslip over her head, jutting her breasts forward and
running her hands over them, all the time looking deeply into Jack’s eyes,
enjoying the sparks of desire she was creating in them. Her hands travelled
downwards and she slowly undid the laces of her breeches and slipped her hands
inside, causing Jack to moan wantonly and lean towards her, a hungry look on
his face. She slipped her breeches down then kicked them away, moving her foot
to Jack’s groin and using her toes to caress his balls. She leapt back as he
went to bury his face in her mound of hair.

‘Ah, ah. No you
don’t Jack Sparrow,’ she teased, moving towards the bunk and indicating for him
to follow.

‘That’s Captain
Jack Sparrow,’ he rumbled, scrambling across the cabin until he reached the
bunk then hoisted himself up, making to grab Jenny and hissing as she darted
out of reach. ‘Stop bloody teasin’ woman…’

‘Lie down then,’
she instructed, standing at the foot of the bunk, legs apart and hands on hips,
smiling as Jack went against the grain and obeyed her.

She took his toe
in her mouth and sucked gently on it then moved up his tanned legs, alternating
between the two until she reached his groin, a guttural moan catching in her
throat at the sight of his manhood standing proud. She ran the end of her nose
along it and swirled her tongue over the tip then back down, sucking at the
base then on his balls, taking them in her mouth and moving them around in her
mouth with her tongue, gently grazing her teeth across them and sucking, always
sucking him.

Jack grasped the
sheets, twisting them in his hands as the pleasure almost bordered on pain then
a small sob escaped his lips as Jenny released him from her mouth. She
straddled him and thrust herself on his prick, drawing a gasp of shock from
both of them then slowly rode up and down him, squeezing as she did, ignoring
his pleas for her to go harder, faster, only quickening her pace as her passion
built until she reached her peak, throwing her head back and crying out his
name as wave upon wave of desire washed over her. Then she slowed the pace once
more, largely to get her breath back but also to prolong Jack’s pleasure. She
revelled in the look of rapture on his face as she concentrated on his needs,
sucking and licking the tender spot just behind his ear that he always loved
her messing with and caressing him with just her fingertips until he arched his
back, grabbed her hips and thrust upwards, a low growl rumbling through his
body as he came.

Jenny eased
herself from him and lay beside him, resting her head on his chest and
listening as his wild heartbeat began to slow as she stroked him and whispered
endearments, shivering as he ran his hand down her back and kissed the top of
her head.

‘A bit different
from when yer first came aboard, eh luv?’ he chuckled, hugging her to him.

‘Came
aboard? As I recall Jack Sparrow, I did not really have much say in the
matter.’ Jenny tickled his ribs, laughing as he squirmed beneath her.

‘No regrets
Jen?’ he asked, the merest hint of doubt in his voice.

‘None
whatsoever,’ she smiled.

‘Good,’ he
murmured, rolling them both over and curling himself around her body. ‘Glad ter
hear it.’

… … … …

Jan Baans
hurried to the tavern where his two clients were waiting for him. He could not
believe his luck when they approached him with a view to being their guide. He
had not had a berth on a ship for a while and was living hand to mouth, so was
very grateful when the two Englishmen came into his life. He knew they only
hired him because he was cheap but Jan did not care. He had food in his belly
and coins in his purse, that was all he wanted.

‘Mr. Boothe. I
have found where The Black Pearl is heading. She is going to South
America.’ Jan eased his lithe frame into a seat and looked at the smaller of
the two men expectantly.

‘South
America?’ Thomas Hall echoed, dismay written all over his face. ‘How
th’bleedin’ hell are we supposed ter find them in South America?’

Nicholas Boothe
waved his hand to silence his partner and looked with anticipation at the
Dutchman he had hired, knowing there was more to come.

‘Sparrow always
goes to Fortaleza, he has a business contact there. Now if the rumours are
true, he is going to be trading with the natives up and down the coast, so if
you make it to Fortaleza first, you would be in with a very good chance of
catching him, especially if what you tell me about him avoiding Tortuga for a
while is true.’ Jan Baans knew all about steering clear of Tortuga. He had
crossed too many people in the town to risk ever going back but he did not mind.
He liked his new home town of San Juan just as well. He indicated to the
serving wench to fetch him some refreshments and settled back in his seat,
feeling very satisfied with himself.

‘How do we get
there then?’ Hall asked, finishing off his ale and slamming the mug down on the
table, making the other two occupants jump.

‘It is all taken
care of. I have arranged passage on board a ship going to Salvador in the
morning. For a little extra, they are willing to stop off at Fortaleza. How you
get back though is your problem.’ Baans downed his ale in one gulp and held the
tankard out to the maid who scurried off to fetch him another.

‘How do we know
Sparrow will stop off there? We might miss him,’ Boothe pointed out, wishing,
not for the first time, that he was on his old stomping ground of the back
streets of London. At least he knew where he was going and who would be around
when he got there.

‘Yes, you might
but I doubt it. He is likely to stop off on the way down and then again on the
way back. It is his way.’ Jan Baans shrugged nonchalantly then smiled at the
barmaid who brought him another mug of ale.

‘How will we
know who ‘e is?’ Thomas Hall demanded, scowling at the slight Dutchman who
laughed at him.

‘You will know
who Jack Sparrow is all right.’

… … … …

‘So… South
America?’ Absolon Valentine mused whilst running his fingers along the length
of the piano keys. ‘He will be going to Fortaleza then.’

‘Aye, Mr.
Valentine, that’s what I reckoned,’ Tobias Hoskins replied, standing
subserviantly at the side of the instrument, awaiting his next instructions.

‘Tell Croft to
get The Nomad ready to sail. You shall be going with them as you are the
only one who knows what Jenny Samuels looks like.’ Valentine dismissed his
right hand man with a wave of his hand and turned his attention fully to his
music.

…

‘Geoffrey!
Th’gaffer wants us ter go to Fortaleza, sooner rather than later.’ Hoskins fell
into step with the captain of The Nomad as he strode down the street
towards the wharf.

‘Sod it!’ Geoffrey
Croft swore. He had been looking forward to some leave with his wife who was
heavily pregnant. ‘Why?’

‘He wants
Sparrow’s woman, Jenny Samuels.’

‘Eh?’

‘It’s a long
story Geoff. I’ll fill you in when we get going.’ Toby Hoskins clapped his
friend on the back in sympathy then left him to go and start arranging for
supplies to be sent to the ship while he went back to his quarters in Absolon
Valentine’s house to pack a few things for his journey.

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