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What Jack Sparrow Wants	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Usual disclaimers.

Thanks to Linnie and for the reviews. Special
thanks to Hilary for letting me bend her ear and for all the suggestions XX
Some of you have had a problem
with Jenny. I hope this chapter goes some way to explaining her character
and why she has been what someone called ‘inconsistant.’
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Chapter twelve: ‘That
is, if ya will want to be released by th’time we get back’
Mr. Gibbs looked pensive.
‘I dunno Jack… it’s very far south. Imagine how bloody cold it’d
be.’ He scratched his chin pensively. ‘We don’t even know there’s
treasure there.’
Jack rolled his eyes
theatrically, ‘Of course there’s treasure there, what’s this all about
eh?’ He held up the broken coin, ‘You’ve heard the rumours of the lost
treasure of Sancho Lopez. I reckon this leads to it.’ He sighed
heavily at his quartermaster’s doubtful face. ‘We’ll call a ship’s
meetin’ if it makes yer happy.’
‘Aye, I reckon that’d be the best
course of action,’ Gibbs agreed, even though he knew the captain was hoping to
avoid that route.
‘On deck,’ Jack growled, his face
dark with displeasure, watching as his quartermaster scurried off. ‘That
includes you Jenny.’
‘It has nothing to do with me,’
she replied from behind the drapes, yelping in surprise as Jack pulled them
apart and stood there with his hands on his hips.
‘All hands hoay!’ came Joshamee
Gibbs’ voice from the deck.
‘Ya hear that luv? All hands,
that includes you. Now ya can either walk up there or I carry ya, your
choice.’
‘Very well,’ she snapped, pushing
past him and muttering darkly under her breath.
Jack strode onto the deck of The
Black Pearl and stood on the forecastle, looking out over his crew.
‘Many of you weren’t aboard this
ship when Cortez’s cave on Isla de Muerta was plundered again and again until
we had recovered all of Barbossa’s treasure, but you’ve heard the tales of how
great the treasure was.’ His voice carried effortlessly across the
deck.. ‘Now you have the chance ter get yer hands on treasure that could
easily make that hoard pale into insignificance.’
Jenny looked at Mr. Gibbs
exchanging glances with Ned Cotton, both of them shaking their heads ruefully,
a small smile playing on the quartermaster’s lips as the crew responded as
eagerly as Jack hoped they would.
‘Thanks ter Jenny there,’ Jack
nodded towards her, grinning as she blushed under the scrutiny of the whole
ship’s company. ‘Thanks ter Jenny, we now know where this treasure
is.’ He fell silent as the deck erupted in cheers and whistles before
raising his arms and signalling for quiet. ‘Do we take it?’ he cried.
‘Aye!’ The deck
exploded with noise once more and Jack waited for long minutes until the noise
died down naturally. ‘We make sail fer Fortaleza and stock up there then
we go ter Argentina.’ The cheer that went up was muted as the men
realised the distance they would have to travel.
‘The crafty bugger,’ muttered
Gibbs admiringly.
Jack walked back along the deck
of his ship, nodding at the men as they parted to let him past but Jenny shot
out her arm and grabbed him, preventing him from going further. ‘If I
come with you willingly, will you release me after you have found this treasure?’
Jack’s eyes darted about in alarm
as everyone waited for his response. ‘Ah, ah yes. Yes, of course I
will luv,’ he smiled generously, his hands weaving about in front of him as he
leaned towards her. ‘That is, if ya will want to be released by
th’time we get back,’ he grinned, lasciviously.
‘Oh I will, believe me,’ she
smiled acidly at him before making her way back below to clean the cabin.
‘Or will I?’ she thought, stopping dead as she pondered where the
thought had come from.
…
Jack returned a couple of hours
later, all smiles and full of rum and called Jenny over to the table where he
spread a chart and began plotting a course to Fortaleza, explaining to her how
he made the calculations and inching ever closer as he did, looking innocently
at her warning glance.
‘It’s a rather long way to go on
a whim.’
‘Aye luv, it is a long way
but if it’s what I think it is, there will be treasures beyond yer wildest
dreams. Besides, I need ter get away from th’Caribbean fer a while,’ Jack
winked at her, chuckling as anger caused a red flush across her features.
‘You won’t renegade on your
promise will you?’ she warned, ignoring the doubt that was still niggling at
her.
Jack sighed regretfully, ‘Nah
luv, I won’t break m’word ter ya.’
Jenny smiled sardonically then
looked back at the charts. ‘Will you teach me how to chart a course
properly, if there’s time?’ She had been fascinated by it and wanted to
learn more, plus she needed something to keep her mind occupied.
‘Aye, course I will darlin’.
Eh, yer not thinking of getting yer own ship are ya, I don’t fancy two of yer
in competition wi’me.’
‘Two of us? What do you
mean?’ Jenny turned and looked at Jack, realizing that it brought her in
very close proximity to his face and Jack’s eyebrows raised slightly as the
same thought occurred to him.
‘Well there’s Anamaria, who was
crew aboard this ship ‘til I gave her one of her own. Now she’s got her
own command and crew. Mind ya, when she left she nicked half the bloody
crew off me!’ He pulled a face, remembering the fight he and the female
pirate had about whom she could have. Anamaria won hands down, much to
his annoyance.
‘You gave her a ship of her
own? That was very generous of you.’ Jenny looked suspiciously at
Jack, who had the good grace to look sheepish.
‘Well, actually luv, it was a
replacement for her old boat that I borrowed.’
Jenny chortled, ‘That sounds more like it.’ Jack found it hard
to drag his eyes away from her lips and started to learn towards her.
Jenny, startled by this, moved away from the table. ‘I had better go and
help in the galley. She hastened from the cabin, feeling his eyes boring
into her back as she went.
…   …
…   …
To Jenny’s surprise, Jack left
her alone that evening. In fact he behaved like a perfect gentleman for
the following few nights, holding her whenever she had a nightmare about the
man she had killed, but not touching her otherwise. She had woken a
couple of nights to find him masturbating in the side cabin, feeling guilty as
the sight of his hand pumping his shaft aroused her and she had hastily shut
her eyes, feigning sleep and trying desperately not respond when he had climbed
back into the bunk and curled his body around hers.
As promised, he taught her the
basics of charting a route and they spent many hours over the days that
followed pouring over the maps and checking the direction of various places
with his good compass, not the strange looking one that he had shown her, that
did not point north. He also taught Jenny the basics of using the sun,
moon and stars to work out the direction, pleased that she was picking it up
quickly.
When he thought the time was
right, he fetched her sword from the armoury, holding it hilt down to her as
she sat on the deck.
Jenny shielded her eyes then
realized what he was holding. ‘N-no Jack. No, I can’t do it.’
She jumped up and went to go past him, but found his hand restraining her.
‘Ya got to sometime luv,’ his
voice gentle.
‘No. Jack, please, I can’t
touch that thing again.’ She avoided looking at the sword, her breath
coming in ragged gulps.
‘It’s the only sword small enough
for yer, an’ if we come across another ship, we’ve all got to be ready to
attack or defend, savvy.’ He took her hand and wrapped it around the hilt,
holding tightly so she could not pull away.
She whimpered and tried to pull
her hand free but his grip was too tight. Her eyes stared into his,
beseeching him to let her go but he shook his head slowly.
‘Come on Jen, ya can do it
luv.’ Slowly he released her hand, feeling pleased and relieved when it
remained where it was. Jack drew his own sword and waited for the right
time before sparring with Jenny, gently to start with, then gradually building
up the pace until she felt too tired to carry on.
‘Well done luv, I’m proud of ya,’
Jack kissed her gently on the forehead, taking the sword from her and back to
the armoury, leaving her feeling drained but elated at the praise. Her
spirits were slightly dampened when Mr. Gibbs ordered her back to work, but
even he could not hide the broad smile on his face as he did so. She took
an old rag and started polishing the brasses, grinning as the other men
congratulated her on her bravery.
…   …
…   …
Jenny pulled her clothes off and
got ready for bed while Jack was still on deck, playing cards and drinking with
some of the men. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes
tracing the contours of her body. She had never looked at herself naked
in a mirror before, she had always felt it was wrong… but now? Now she
was not sure what was right and wrong.
She hesitantly ran her hands over
her breasts, feeling her nipples pucker beneath her fingers but it did not feel
the same as when he did it to her. She pulled her shift over her head crossly
and climbed into the bunk, lying there staring at the cabin ceiling, feeling
extremely dissatisfied but not knowing why.
She thought back to when she was
growing up, and how she was brought up by her father’s spinster sister after
her mother had died when Jenny was ten. Her aunt had very firm ideas
about morals and improper behaviour, even to the extent of having Jenny’s elder
brother caned for giving a girl a chaste kiss on the hand after church
once. She looked at her wedding band, still on her finger and thought
about Edward, a pang of guilt hitting her as she acknowledged the fact that she
only married him to escape her father. ‘He deserved better than that,’
she thought sadly. Eddie had been a good man, kind and gentle but very
set in his ways. All he was concerned about was having a clean and tidy
house and his meal on the table as soon as he got home from the farm where he
worked and Jenny had needed more than that. She needed stimulation, she
needed things to occupy her quick and inquisitive mind. He had never
asked her to touch him, never given any thought that she might have wanted
pleasure from their loving, but Jack had changed that - making her see that
there was more to it than duty. For a moment her mind drifted to Port
Royal, to James Norrington, wondering what kind of lover he would be. ‘Stop
being daft,’ she chided herself, ‘as if he would want you now!’
Her thoughts turned to Jack and
how he taught her something new every day and how he made her think and laugh
and get angry. How he made her want to kiss him and hit him at the same
time. How he made her feel in other words. Jenny smiled as
she realised she felt alive, possibly for the first time in her life. ‘But
why has it taken a pirate to make me feel like this?’ she pondered,
frowning as she thought about it. ‘But then again Jack is hardly like
the tales you’ve heard about pirates,’ another voice argued. ‘He
does treat you well, keeps you safe from the crew and consider how he has
looked after you since you killed…,’ Jenny shuddered, wishing she hadn’t
thought of that particular subject, but having to agree with the argument all
the same.
‘I miss him,’ she admitted
to herself, chewing her lip with worry. ‘I miss the intimacy.
There I’ve said it.’ Part of her waited for a bolt from the sky to
come and strike her down, laughing at herself when she realized how silly she
was being. ‘It’s getting harder not to respond to him,’ she mused,
closing her eyes and shivering as she recalled his soft deep eyes looking into
hers, almost begging her to respond. ‘But… but how can I give myself
to the likes of him? He is a pirate, whether he behaves decently or not,
and I am supposed to be a respectable lady.’ She snorted at herself,
‘Some lady. You swordfight, you’ve taken to swearing like a … well,
like a sailor, you were always fighting with your brothers and beating them
half the time, and the social scene at Port Royal bored you rigid. Some
lady.’
She began to realise that, despite her demands
otherwise, there would be no going back for her. Whether she had wanted
it or not, however hard she had fought it, this was her life now. She
sighed heavily, her decision made. If he would still have her then she
would give herself willingly to him.
Jenny felt her eyelids getting heavier and
turned over, facing the window and drifted off to sleep, Jack’s face replacing
the thoughts that had been whirring around in her head.
…   …
  …   …
She felt Jack climb into the
bunk, settling quickly with a grunt and she dozed back off for a time before
opening a bleary eye and squinting as the moonlight cast a beam across her
face. She had asked Jack if she could put some curtains up at the window
but he had refused, saying he liked to look at the sea.
Jenny turned over and looked at
him lying on his back with one arm behind his head, long eyelashes brushing the
top of high cheekbones. She wondered what he would look like without the
wild hair with its braids and beads and how he would look clean shaven.
She reached out and ghosted her fingers across the top of a cheekbone then
traced the line of his sculptured cheek before moving across and hovering over
his full lips. ‘He has a beautiful mouth,’ she thought to herself,
smiling as she could see his cheeky, golden grin in her mind’s eye. She
gently pressed a fingertip against his closed lips then stroked down to his
chin, barely touching him. ‘I think you would look very
presentable indeed,’ she mused, chuckling quietly as she imagined Jack’s
reaction to the idea.
She tore her gaze from his lips
to the two vicious looking scars above his right nipple. ‘You had
better not take your shirt off though,’ she smiled sadly, looking at the
various scars that marked his body. Marks of a hard and sometimes brutal
life.
Jenny held a hesitant hand over
the scars, before gently stroking them. She felt a soft rumble vibrate
through Jack’s body and stopped what she was doing for a moment. He
opened one eye and swivelled his gaze sideways, looking at her as she resumed
her stroking. Her fingers carried on downwards until they were over his
nipple. The rumbling got louder and a smile twitched the corners of his
mouth. She ran her thumb across the bud, watching as his body moved in
response then she leaned over, her lips hovering above the nipple for a moment
before she closed them around it, sucking gently, then harder, flicking her
tongue over it as Jack had done to her so many times. The rumbling became
a low moan as he shifted and pulled Jenny more onto him, tangling his fingers
in her hair with one hand, while the other stroked her back.
She kissed her way up to his
neck, nuzzling it then biting sharply, sending spasms of desire shooting
through his body and he returned the favour by running his hand down along the
crease between her legs and gently rubbing her slit, a slow smile spreading
across his face as he felt her body shudder. She nibbled his earlobe and
explored his ear with the tip of her tongue then licked her way to his
lips. Jenny hesitated for a fraction of a second, looking into Jack’s
deep eyes before plunging into his mouth and exploring, running her tongue over
his gold teeth, brushing it against the roof and twirling it around the warm,
moist cavern. Jenny moaned into his mouth as he sucked on her tongue,
pulling it in deeper whilst grinding his hips against her. She gulped as
she felt his manhood pressing into her belly as it lay trapped between their
bodies but then started moving her lower body up and down, rubbing against it
as she did. Jack closed his eyes and let out a feral groan, bringing his
hand from between her legs and grasping her hips as he moved her faster until
he grunted and arched his back and Jenny felt that her belly was wet.
‘I-I’m sorry,’ she whispered,
feeling troubled that he had not had what she considered a proper release, and
if she was honest with herself, she was disappointed that it had not happened
inside her, which was what she desperately wanted.
‘There’s nothin’ ter apologise
for luv,’ he rasped, burying his face in her hair, breathing hard.
‘But you haven’t… well…’
‘I don’t have ter be inside ya
ter enjoy it, savvy? Just like I don’t have ter be inside yer fer you ter
enjoy it, savvy?’ He shifted from beneath Jenny and leaned on an elbow,
looking at her in the moonlight. ‘Will ya give yerself to me?’ he asked
gently, hesitantly.
Jenny regarded him for long
moments. ‘How could I call myself a respectable lady if I give myself
to a pirate?’ she asked herself. ‘But how can you say no?’
another voice asked.
‘Yes,’ she whispered as
hesitantly as he had asked, startled as his mouth immediately covered hers in a
deep, passionate kiss. She lay frozen for a brief moment before winding
her arm around him, anchoring him to her while her other hand ran down his lean
back, her fingers tracing the outlines of his well developed muscles but
stopping short of his backside, not feeling quite ready to be that
intimate yet.
Jack broke away from her mouth
and covered her face with kisses and licks but not touching her
otherwise. He knew he had to do this right, something he had not done
since bringing her on board. He grinned as she started to squirm away
from him, giggling as she did.
‘I need to breathe you know,’ she
chided laughingly then moaned as he sucked the hollow in her throat, not
believing that something so ordinary could give so much pleasure.
Jack shuddered as her fingers
found their way to the back of his thighs and fluttered teasingly down
them. She had not realized it yet, but Jenny had found the one spot that
could and often did reduce the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow to a quivering
wreck. ‘Do it again luv, please,’ he begged, gasping as she complied
until he could bear it no longer and moved downwards so his legs were out of
her reach. He suckled on her belly, tasting himself on her skin then he
plunged the tip of his tongue into her belly button and twirled it round,
holding her hips down as she bucked and juddered.
‘Oh… J-Jack…,’ she wheezed,
tangling her fingers through his wild mane.
‘Ya like that, eh?’ he teased, an
untamed grin on his face.
‘Y-yes…’
Jack moved up so his eyes were
level with her breasts then straddled her, looking lewdly at his length
nestling against her belly once more. He grasped her breasts and teased
her dusky pink nipples into peaks, enjoying the look of intense pleasure on his
lover’s face. His own face had the same look moments later as Jenny began
to stroke his length which was still throbbing against her and they pleasured
each other this way until Jack felt himself start to lose control. He
clambered off Jenny and the bunk, kissing her creased brow.
‘I don’t want ter come again just
yet, so I’ll just cool down a little, savvy?’
Jenny nodded mutely and watched
as he paced the cabin, ignoring her totally, then squealed as he launched
himself, seemingly from the other side of the cabin, onto her, a manic grin on
his face. ‘Y-you idiot,’ she laughed, her heart pounding with both fright
and anticipation.
‘Oh Jen, I’ve wanted this fer so
long luv,’ he whispered huskily as he guided himself between her legs, closing
his eyes blissfully as she parted them willingly. He gently pushed into
her, kissing her lips as he did, sighing into her mouth as her warm channel
enveloped his shaft. Slowly he started thrusting, penetrating deeper as
Jenny brought her legs across his back, pulling him further in. The
thrusts got harder and deeper as their passion grew and Jenny clung onto him,
sucking on his neck as she felt her body start to tense up the closer she got
to her peak. Then the world came crashing down around her and she cried
out, calling Jack’s name over and over again as waves of passion coursed
through her body.
Jack fought hard to keep control
of himself, wanting nothing more than to release his seed into her there and
then, but he focused his mind on a small shot hole in the bulkhead, put there a
few years ago when he had bedded one man’s wife too many. Anything to
take his mind off the feel of her muscles contracting against his manhood as he
rode her climax. He slowed to a stop to give Jenny chance to recover and
smiled softly at her flushed, damp face and leaned forward to kiss her.
‘Ya all right luv?’ he whispered,
feeling her body shudder violently as her orgasm finally came to an end.
‘Oh… Jack… that was…’ she sighed.
‘Yes…? Wonderful?
Amazing? Terrible?’ he teased, yelping as she slapped his backside
playfully. He sucked on her chin as he started thrusting once more,
shivering with lust as she moaned wantonly and ran her hands up his sides and
along his arms, entwining her fingers with his when she reached his hands as he
supported himself on his elbows.
‘More, oh please Jack, more,’ she
begged latching onto his earlobe and sucking hard, moaning and mewling into his
ear.
Jack complied and flesh slapping
against flesh rang out as he pound into her harder, almost pulling his full
length out before slamming back into her each time and he swore as he felt her
come again, knowing this time he would not be able to hang on. With a
cry, he screwed deeper inside her and spilled his seed, gasping as their fluids
mingled and swamped his manhood.
‘Sweet Jesus,’ he breathed,
releasing his grip on Jenny’s hands and collapsing on top of her, feeling her
heart pounding in rhythm with his own. He moved to get off Jenny but she
clamped her arms across his back and held him in place, pressing her lips
against his damp hair. ‘I’ll crush ya luv,’ he murmured, turning his head
and kissing her softly.
Jenny
returned the kiss feeling light-headed and giddy then loosened her grip on him,
whimpering as he withdrew from her and half rolled off, so he was leaning over,
looking affectionately at her. She shifted uncomfortably, suddenly
plagued with doubt.
‘Ya all right Jenny?’ he asked,
stroking her hair from her face. ‘Did ya enjoy it?’
‘I-I… yes,’ she whispered
uncertainly, chewing her lip as the conflict between her sated body and her
appalled mind grew.
‘Ya don’t sound very certain.’
‘I suppose it will take some
getting used to, being a loose woman,’ she admitted, sighing as he gently
kissed each eye lid then sucked on her cheekbones.
‘Ya not a loose woman,’ he
replied tenderly. ‘A loose woman gives herself ter all an’ sundry, yer
only givin’ yerself ter me. Well, it’d better be only me Jenny Wren, or
there’ll be trouble,’ he threatened jokingly, squeezing her tight.
‘I was just brought up with very
rigid ideas about propriety and it is hard to just let go of that.’
‘I know luv. I know it must
be hard fer ya, an’ I’m sorry I haven’t behaved properly towards ya.
Forgive me?’
‘I forgive you,’ she whispered,
mewling as his lips and body covered hers once more.
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