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The Haunting Place	By : Lktwoozee Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 11161 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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See previous chapters for Disclaimers, Warnings, and Notes.

[Chapter Twelve: Old Skeletons]
�Elizabeth, might I
burden yer household with �nother guest?�
* * *
�Drink up, me hearties, yo ho,� that smoky voice, now
singing in absent-minded flats, awakened her.
Jack reclined in a chair he�d pulled up to the bed, boots crossed and
propped on the mattress, bathing in sunlight from the open window. Occasional he�d drink from a wine bottle,
partially empty, �Yo ho, a pirate�s life for me.�
Maren moaned groggily,
rolling on her side and burying her head in the downy pillow, �Jesus, Mary, and
Joseph, can�t ye sing somethin� else?� her muffled voice leaked out.
�Did�n think ye�d be
appreciating a chorus o� �May Done Be the Maiden�, but if ye insist,� Jack
inhaled a mighty breath.
�No! No!� Maren shot
up into a sitting position, blankets pooling at her waist and palm stretched
out to Jack, �Anythin� but that, please!
Ye gots no idea how many bloody times I�ve heard that damn song, workin�
in a pub and all.� Instead of
responding, Jack smiled his devilish grin, lopsided and sly, eyes not quite
meeting Maren�s stare. Suspiciously,
she followed his gaze, glancing down at herself and cried out, quickly pulling
the comforter up to her chin, �Where�s me corset?!� Maren was clothed only in her shift and bloomers, sans dress and
petticoats. The maddening blush, that
almost picked up Jack by his manhood and tossed him into that bed to devour
her, spilled over her cheeks and neck.
She was acutely aware that her dusty white shift must have left little
to Jack�s vast imagination, the exact lining of her curves and the pink color
of her nipples surely must have peeked through the flimsy material.
�No worries, me
medium,� Jack raised his wine glass in salute, �Yer whatnots be in the wash and
I, sad to say, did�n even get to claim the honor o� undressin� ye. Elizabeth and her maid took that pleasure
and kick�d me out o� the room.�
Pouting, Jack stared morosely at his feet, �Did�n even let me watch, no
fair. Ye should be flatter�d though, I
put up quite a fight to be stayin�, but then Elizabeth threatened to castrate
me with the stallions, so-,� he fluttered his fingers out the door.
�How long have I
slept?�
He cracked his neck,
�Four hours. Yer borin� when ye sleep
ye know that? Ye did�n even murmur me
name in ecstasy once!�
�This be the Turner
place?� Maren ignored him and studied the lavish surroundings of the room
around her. Gold-foiled molds and
velvet curtains decorated every surface of the spacious bedroom. Everything was enormous, the bed, the
fireplace the windows, the mirror.
Maren�s heart lurched when she realized that the sheets she laid upon
were satin, like her lovely torn dress, soft with sheen. This wasn�t just wealth, this was [taste]
and even a gutter girl like Maren knew there was an colossal distinction
between the two and it made her acutely uncomfortable. True her quarters in the Black Pearl were
equally luxuriant, but that was different somehow. That was luxury for people who had experienced, or at least seen,
real poverty. This sort of expensive
luxury was bred for the type of gentility that were well aware of the meaning
of �poverty� on an educational level, but that was as far as their perception
ran. Maren�s knuckles turned white,
clenching the blanket.
�Aye,� Jack looked
around the room too and Maren recognized the same restlessness adorn his
features. �Elizabeth also took yer
measurements, hope ye do�n mind. She�s
out now purchasin� ye a new wardrobe,� lowering his feet, Jack sourly hanged
one arm on the back of his chair, �With [me] purse I might add.�
�Really? For me?� cocking an exciting eyebrow, Maren
flashed a smile so gorgeous, Jack decided to memorize it and keep it for his
next fantasy.
�Do�n go thankin� me,�
another long swag of wine, �Liz pitch�d a fit when she found out I kidnapp�d ye
without notifyin� ye �head o� time so ye could be packin� yer possessions. What she want me to do, give ye proper warnin�?� Jack seemed to still be fighting an argument
he obviously lost a little while ago.
�Anyway, she forced me to fork over some money and now she be spendin�
every last shillin� on womansy things.�
The last phrase was uttered with fathomless confusion and intolerance
soaked straight through.
�I never,� her voice
cracked and she gulped loudly before she continued, �I never thank�d ye
suitable for the dresses ye gave me back on the Pearl. Only one fit, but I just want ye to know, it
was the finest thing I�ve ever own�d.�
Mournfully, she petted the satin sheets, so much like that olive dress,
�I�m sorry it ripp�d., satin bein� near impossible to mend and all.�
�Now,
is this an apology for just ruinin� that dress,� Jack rubbed his beard
thoughtfully, �O� are ye tryin� to apologize for escapin� [and] ruinin� that
dress?�
Maren
almost screamed in frustration, here she was attempting to civilly thank him
and he insults her, �What the devil should I apologize for?� In her anger she almost released her grip on
the comforter to throttle that conceited smirk off his cursedly handsome face,
but decided it best to tuck it securely over her bust and under her arms, so
her hands could rant unimpeded, �I was in me rights to free meself from that
prison! Did I ever agree to come along
on this cock-in-bull adventure? I think
not!�
�We
had a deal,� he held out one finger and leaned forward.
�New
deal Jack,� Maren mimicked his motions, only her finger came up right under his
nose, �Tell me everythin� �bout what happen�d with Barbossa. Every God damn�d thing! I want to know how a two-year-dead ghost
manages a possession miles away from his hauntin� place. I want to know how he can see Kristy, where
the hell is she anyway?� distracted, Maren concentrated on her mentor and
sensed her poking around about half a mile away. Satisfied she continued, �But most o� all, I want to know what
yer part was in this drama! Answer
fully and honestly, �cause that bastard Barbossa show�d me quite a bit, I�ll be
catchin ye if ye try to lie. Appease me
curiosity and [maybe] I�ll be concedin� to accompany ye back to the Black
Pearl.�
It
was on the tip of his sassy tongue to remind her that she would have little to
no choice in the matter, but on an island inhabited by the British Navy, Jack
decided pushing her buttons could wait.
Besides, all Maren demanded was a story and good Lord, Jack loved
telling stories. The tiny restriction
of honesty was a bit of a handicap though.
* * *
Jack was a marvelous
storyteller. During the depiction of
his odyssey, Jack had progressed from chatting casually in his chair to
parading around the room, pantomiming the action sequences, mimicking the
players voices, including a ridiculous falsetto to imitate Elizabeth that
tickled Maren silly, and loosely rearranging the furniture to better illustrate
the fantastic places he described. All
Maren had to do was sit back, eyes transfixed and dancing with a childish glow,
and occasionally interrupt Jack to remind him about not exaggerating or
embellishing. Immediately Jack would
forfeit with something like, �All right, maybe it weren�t no five hundred pound
gorilla, perhaps it �twas �bout a five mark shop monkey, but �twas a pretty
vicious littl� fucker none the less!�
Jack had two things going for him, he saw the world through animated
eyes and he loved to hear himself talk, excellent traits for a storyteller.
Maren
was the perfect audience. Hypnotized,
she hung on his every word, laughing at his jokes, clapping at the exciting
parts, booing the villains, and even pretended to wipe away tears when Jack
described the horror of the burnt rum.
And Jack thoroughly appreciated her attentive nature, being a hopeless
mumma�s boy himself, he had lived his childhood in a brothel and with his
mother and countless �aunts� doting over his every whim, he was somewhat
spoiled and relished in absolute female attention. In short, he was a ham, moreover, Maren�s raptured interest in
him was starting to seriously turn Jack on.
�So
I tumble on this ruddy wall, practically ruinin� me grand exit, and fall head over
heals in the chilly waters below,� Jack was balanced on the back of his chair
and leapt onto the bed, bouncing Maren up and down, �But no worries, �cause
there she be! Me Black Pearl returnin�
for her one, true Cap�n! And we all
liv�d happily ever after, sans Norrington, who will die old and �lone and very,
very homosexual.� Grandly, Jack bowed
to the four corners of the room, jumping playfully as he rotated to each
direction, �Thus concludes the epic tale o� the great Cap�n Jack Sparrow and
the Curse o� the Black Pearl. Thank ye,
thank ye,� Maren enthusiastically clapped from her perch below him on the bed,
blanket still clutched over her chest, �Yer too kind! Please, no encore tonight.�
Blowing kisses to an invisible audience Jack blubbered, �If ye lik�d
this ye should see me perform Hamlet.�
�Bravo,
bravo,� Maren cheered, �Ye be a natural Jack!
Ye really ought to play in the theatre.�
At
last, he flopped down on the bed, somewhat breathless from his excursions, �Any
more questions, luv?�
Maren
bit her lip, thinking things over, �I suppose the curse might be accountin� for
Barbossa�s aptitude after death, but then any other formerly curs�d pirates
might have the same abilities, if they end up hauntin� that is.� Pensively, she
studied Jack, who was laying on his stomach, head propped up, supported by the
elbows, and staring up at Maren who sat with her back against the headboard,
�Ifen that be the case, ye might be possessin� them same abilities too.�
This
gave Jack pause for thought, �I do�n feel any different,� he stated carefully.
�Still,
I�d like to see if I can sense somethin�,� leaning forward, hands stretched out
towards his face, Maren added, �If it be all fair with ye.�
Staring
apprehensively at her oncoming touch, Jack asked, craning his face away, �This
wo�n be tuggin� ye into �nother one o� them trances, will it?�
�No,
I should be fine,� she smiled gently.
�Do�n
ye need Kristy?�
�It�s
just ye, aint it?� Maren tilted her head near his, eyes half-lidded and very
sultry, �Thought ye told me, I do�n have nothin� to fear from ye.�
So
it was a challenge! This Jack could accommodate. He smirked purposely, scooting himself into a sitting position
across from Maren, �Have at it them.�
�Good,� blinking a few times, Maren stared
intently at Jack, face straight and blank.
Their gazes locked for a few awkward moments. Dark blue pools meeting heavily kohl-ed browns. More soundless seconds of discomfort, until
Jack, still giddy from Maren�s seemingly agreeable disposition towards him, started
snickering, vainly attempting to swallow his giggles. �Stop it, Jack,� she snipped, �Yer distractin� me.� He controlled himself long enough to stay
quiet, but the silly grin he sported was beyond him. �I can�t see anythin� out o� the ordinary, try closin� yer eyes
and concentrate,� Maren shut her eyes too.
Obliging
her, Jack squinted, seeing blackness, �Concentrate on what per say?�
�Nothing,�
tender and warm, Maren pressed two sets of fingertips on eitherside of Jack�s
temple. Initially, his first instinct
was to pull away from the contact, feeling a distinct force between her hands,
but he steadied himself. �Clear yer
mind o� all thought,� a hint of inflexion in Maren�s voice said she didn�t
suspect this would be too difficult a task for him to perform.
�Easy
�nough,� Jack slurred then included, confused, �Wait, did that count as a
thought?�
�Shut
up Jack.�
�Touch�.�
Again
they sat in silence, acutely aware of the other�s breathing. While Maren [sought], Jack cracked open one
disobedient eye to study her. There was
a slight knot in her brow and the faintest frown across her lips. His vision danced merrily along her bare
arms, across the expanse of her smooth shoulders only covered by the straps of
her shift, and climbed up the arch of her throat, settling on that enticing
part where neck met ear and jawbone.
The impulse compelled him to act and who was he to deny an impulse?
Maren
sucked in a sharp breath when Jack bent forward to lay a small kiss upon her
skin under her earlobe. Her face burned
bashfully, but she didn�t protest and kept her fingers against his brow, eyes
still closed. Accepting this as an
invitation, Jack placed two more kisses in the same place, intensifying the
pressure and intimacy a little.
Involuntarily, Maren hunched her shoulders up when his beaded beard
stroked her shoulder, �That tickles,� she whispered. �I suppos�d to be focusin�, Jack,� reprimanding him teasingly,
Maren pressed her cheek against his hand as he caressed her face.
�Who
be stoppin� ye?� Maren could almost feel the golden sparkle from his smile
behind her black eyelids, �Focus to yer heart�s content, while I be focusin� on
mine.� Aggressively, he possessed her
mouth as completely as Barbossa had possessed her body, and Jack had every
intention to follow the exact same suit.
Maren�s stomach flip-flopped, did he just refer to her as his heart�s
content? Had she really thought she
hated this man only hours ago, impossible!
Totally adoring every fiber of Jack�s soul, not to mention his alluring
body, at that singular moment, Maren opened her mouth against his lapping
tongue, hot and inviting.
Giving
up the search for the undead in Jack, Maren removed her hands from his forehead
and wrapped them securely around his neck, savoring the proximity of their
flesh as Jack held her by the shoulders and pressed her closer. She twisted his tangled locks in her
fingers, roughly tugging back to subject him to a lustful gaze. She gradually opened her eyes, hazing in on
Jack�s features�luckily, her throat sealed shut in her panic when she jerked
away, because her scream surely would have deafened Jack.
Rotting
flesh, decayed and grey, hung from bleached bones like sick cobwebs. The gold and white teeth were permanently
smiling a fleshless grin of death. Through
random holes in the corpse, Maren could see to the other side of the room. Insides the hollowed chamber of the torso,
several chunks of dark red organs remained clinging to assorted bones and ribs. There was a mass of hair, she vaguely
recognized the dreadlocks and charms of Jack, but her stunned mind was too slow
to connect, with bits of scalp somehow scabbing on the shiny skull. Tattered clothes hung loosely like its
festering skin around its frame.
Impossible to discern its emotions by its facial expressions, it having
no face to speak of, Maren saw it roll its eyes around in the sockets, the
eyelids long gone, and reach a bony hand out to touch her face. �Stay away from me!� Maren hoarsely shouted,
slamming the decayed appendage away from her. The terrifying skull lurched towards her, opening its mouth with a
blackened tongue, dry like sandpaper, nestled inside. Every ounce of strength, seasoned with adrenaline, snapped her
fist at its offending jaw, cracking painfully against the skeleton and toppling
it over the edge of the bed. The heavy
thud it produced as it landed shot Maren crawling backwards until her back
connected with the headboard. There she
froze, burying her self against the wall.
�Not
that I do�n appreciate the rough stuff,� Jack�s voice honed like a beacon
through Maren�s foggy shock, �But that bloomin� hurt!� Perturbed, Maren stretched her neck to gaze
over the side of the bed where the skeleton was swaying to its booted feet. Hands on hips, the corpse spoke with Jack�s
slurring drawl, clear as day, �Ye do�n happen to suffer from one o� more o�
them seriously debilitatin� mental disorders, do ye? Cause, ye be runnin� hot and cold.�
Maren
didn�t respond, she couldn�t, all she could do was watch with sick curiosity at
the dangling skin swinging to and fro on Jack�s chin while he talked. �Oh God,� the thought retched in her mind,
�I kiss�d it!� Repulsed, she broke out
in a cold sweat as she scrubbed her mouth and tongue with the back of her hand,
sputtering deep coughs.
Jack
stood in a perplexed stupor. Everything
had been going so smoothly. He was
pretty positive Maren intended to board the Black Pearl willingly this time and
was pleasantly sure Maren was a hop, skip, and jump away from spreading those
delicious thighs for him, but now this?
A shout, a slap, and now spitting?
It wasn�t often Jack encountered someone madder then he was, really what
were the odds? But here was Maren,
plainly the clock for his cuckoo and it fascinated him beyond measure! �I�ve been slapp�d and I have been shriek�d
at. I�ve been threaten�d, shov�d, and
chas�d by offend�d husbands,� here Jack�s flared his eyes and flashed his gold
teeth like fangs, but to Maren his features remained the same fleshless bone,
�But I�ve never seen such fear, such disgust from any woman I ever kiss�d,
ever! And Mother of God, it turns me
on!�
Crawling
up the bed to Maren, like a fantastic nightmare, Jack crept catlike, �The fear
I understand. Why ye scar�d o� me
Maren?� He paused and pleased that his
seduction was leaving her apparently gaping and speechless, continued, �I be
tellin� ye! Ye want me, gel, ye want so
bad it scares ye. Aint that right? Do�n be frighten�d Maren, pleasures o� the
flesh be perfectly natural desires. We
be sexual creatures after all,� propped up on hands and knees, Jack lowered
himself to Maren�s ankles, pressing a feather light kiss against her shivering
skin. Mistaking her terrified squeak as
a vainly virginal resistance to her lust, Jack hungrily nipped at her other
ankle, whispering against the flesh when he was finished, �And the disgust I
understand too.�
�Not
bloody likely,� somewhere, through the maze of comatose panic in Maren�s brain,
the smartarse in Maren, who sounded suspiciously like Kristy, thought to
herself.
�Cause
I am, Maren,� Jack had resumed his hypnotic climb on all fours, hovering over
Maren�s hips, �I am a disgusting� fiend and ye know what I think? I think that gets ye off!� Chuckling, deep and smoky in his throat,
Jack half talked, half moaned, �Aye, I be a filthy, dirty scoundrel and ye love
it, do�n ye?� lewdly Jack lapped his red tongue up Maren�s quivering stomach,
wetting the linen fabric of her shift.
Unfortunately, to the eyes of the medium, a decomposing corpse was
licking her. It was a miracle she
stayed conscious. �And I�m going to be
doin� the most disgustin�, vile, naughty things to ye Maren and by Davey Jones,
ye�ll be beggin� me for more,� raising himself over her pale face, Jack
straddled her hips with his thighs, �Give us a kiss.�
Maren�s
power of speech finally returned to her, inspired by the descending skull,
though she spoke in a hoarse whisper, high-pitched and shaky, but very slow,
�I�m goin� to vomit.�
This
gave Jack a moment�s hesitation, a little flabbergasted, a little unsure, �I�m
not into that sort o� thing,� he said warily.
�Listen
to me very carefully,� Maren�s voice was becoming stronger, �At this instant, I
not be seein� the Cap�n Sparrow I know,� she hurried and raised her speech to
cut his question off, �Insteady, I be seein� a fuckin� rottin� skeleton drap�d
over me body!� The panic was seeping
through and Maren was getting louder and more forceful by the moment,
�Apparently, this is what ye look�d like when ye was undead and if ye do�n get
yer lousy, bony arse off me right now,� she shouted and finished in a scream,
�I will go insane and I be TAKIN� YE WITH ME!!�
Jack leapt off�

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