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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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I want him far more than Disney
does, so why does Disney still own him, eh?
Thanks for reading and the reviews, although as
another fanfic author says (and I hope she doesn’t mind me borrowing this just
this once), reviews are like sex with Jack – you can never have too much!!
;) Special thanks to Hilary for her editing and her shoulder XX
Mrs. JD – that was my whole
purpose of this story, to portray Jack as a proper pirate, not some
lovable rouge as in the film. Not that there is anything wrong
with him in the film, you understand! ;)
Rachael – I’m glad you felt it
explained Jenny’s character
Caribbean-mama and Jack-Sparrow
lover – I enjoyed typing certain parts of that chapter, as you can well
imagine!!
Misty – I felt like I was in a
sauna at times!
Beezel – thank you for your kind
words, they are appreciated more than you know
Patience – well the girl would
need to have something wrong with her if she resisted him for too long
Ok, ok – I’ve stopped
waffling. On with the next chapter…
…

Chapter thirteen: ‘I’ll
have ter ignore ya more often’
Jack woke smiling, as he felt
Jenny’s arm around him, her body snuggled close against his. He ignored
his growing desire and climbed carefully off the bunk, dressing quickly and
tiptoeing out of the cabin to the deck, loathe to disturb Jenny who was finally
sleeping after a long and energetic night. He looked through his spyglass
out the outline of Brazil in the distance, hoping to reach Fortaleza sometime
in the next few days. He was eager to stock up quickly and be on their
way, impatient to seek out the treasure he knew was there. Jack could
sense it and he shivered with anticipation.
…
Jenny opened her eyes and looked
around the cabin, upset that she had woken alone. ‘I give myself to
him and for the first time, he is not here when I wake,’ she thought
disappointedly, climbing off the bunk and washing her body using the pitcher of
water in the side cabin, feeling an ache inside her from where they had made
love. She looked at the various marks Jack had given her and hoped that
her clothes would cover them. She was having a hard enough time with the
ribald remarks from the crew without giving them something else to tease her
about. She had wondered whether to tell Jack or Mr. Gibbs but she was
loathe to go running to them over every little thing, so she tried to shut her
ears and block it out, but it made her feel very uncomfortable.
She pulled on her clothes,
adjusting her shirt and shift to try and cover some of the bruises, sighing as
she realised it was a hopeless task. Taking a deep breath, Jenny stepped
from the cabin and made her way through the maze of corridors to the mess,
hesitating before she went in. The usual chorus of cheers and whistles
greeted her as she helped herself to a bowl of oats, the cook nowhere to be
seen, and she sat down with her food, blushing furiously. Her head shot
up at a remark one man made about the captain giving everyone an equal share of
everything, Jenny marched over to him, slapped him hard across the face
and tipped his mug of ale into his lap.
‘Maybe that’ll cool your ardour,’
she spat at him as he sat there dumfounded, glaring around the mess, daring
anyone else to speak. Her jaw jutted with determination as she sat back
down and calmly ate her food, feeling surprisingly better than she thought she
would.
…
Jack smiled as Gibbs relayed the
altercation back to him, having been told of it by one of the men
present. ‘Ah, I love that woman’s spirit,’ he chuckled, much to his
quartermaster’s consternation.
‘Jack…’ he chided, shaking
his head. ‘Do you want another Wilson?’
Jack was brought up short and
frowned, grimacing ruefully. ‘Nah, course I don’t. Deal wi’it
Gibbs. Make sure they know what will happen if they step out o’line,
savvy?’
‘Aye,’ he sighed, making his way
to the hold where most of the men were working.
The captain of The Black
Pearl looked about him, wondering why he had not seen his lover since he
got up and so decided to go and find her, finally locating Jenny in the
carpenter, Will Higgins’ workshop, sweeping the shavings into a pile.
‘Eh, ya don’t mind if I borrow
her for a while, do ya Will?’
‘Nah, course not,’ the carpenter
replied, with a toothless grin and knowing look.
Jenny followed him out and as
soon as they were far enough along the corridor not to be overheard, stopped
and glared at him. ‘Oh, you’ve finally decided to say hello then?’
Jack winced at her tone then frowned, puzzled as to what he had done wrong.
‘Eh?’
‘Virtually every morning since I
came aboard you have been there,’ she hissed, rounding on him and making him
back into the bulkhead. ‘This morning, the one morning I want to find you
there, you’re not.’ She snapped, stalking off along the corridor.
‘Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Wait! Hold on Jen,’ Jack cried, hurrying after her.
‘Captain!’
He cursed at the urgent call and
spun on his heel, looking at Davy Phillips running towards him.
‘Th’main topsail has slipped from
its rigging. It looks like the top ropes weren’t knotted properly when we
changed th’sail yesterday.’
‘What?’ Jack exploded, all
thought of making it up to Jenny, gone. ‘How th’hell did that
happen?’ Like all captain’s, pirate or otherwise, he hated sloppy
seamanship and for a sail to slip from its rope was a clear sign of just that.
‘Dunno Cap’n,’ he shrugged,
following as the older man sped up to the deck.
‘Gibbs?’ Jack called,
looking quizzically at his quartermaster then up at the topsail, hanging down
and flapping in the stiff breeze.
‘I have me suspicions Jack, but I
need to investigate further.’
‘When ya find out who it was, I
want them brought straight ter me, savvy?’
‘Oh aye, don’t you worry about
that.’ Joshamee Gibbs was as angry as his captain. Although they
came to the sea in different ways, both men prided themselves on running a good
ship.
…
Jenny sat in the cabin silently
fuming at Jack for apparently giving up the chase. ‘Or he just doesn’t care
enough to apologise,’ she thought darkly, shooting a look at the door as if
it were the man himself. ‘Well if that’s the way he wants it…’
She sat on a window seat staring out at the ocean, trying to blot out the
memories of the previous night, but it was hopeless. The more she tried,
the more she could feel Jack’s touch, smell his odour and see his dark, black
rimmed eyes boring into hers. ‘Damn you!’ she shouted at the empty cabin.
…
‘I was right, Cap’n. Andrew
McCulloch was the culprit,’ Joshamee Gibbs sighed heavily. ‘Seems he
spent most o’yesterday blind drunk.’
‘But not drunk enough ter be
caught by us, eh? Right Gibbs, let’s have him.’
The quartermaster indicated for
Pete and John to bring McCulloch over and the Scotsman shifted uneasily under
the intense stare of his captain.
‘What th’hell were ya thinkin’
man?’ he shouted, pushing his face into the hapless crewman’s and wrinkling his
nose at the stale ale still lingering about him. ‘What would have
happened if we’d hit a storm or worse, a hurricane, eh?’
‘I-I’m sorry cap’n, it won’t
happen again…’
‘Too bloody right it won’t.
No rum rations fer anyone until we reach Fortaleza.’ Jack looked
around the deck at the groans and mutters of dissatisfaction. ‘Dunno what
yer all moaning about. Ya covered up fer him, didn’t ya?’ He turned
his attention back to Gibbs, ‘String him up an’ give him twelve lashes.’
‘Aye aye, Cap’n.’ Joshamee
usually hated this part of his job, he had been on the receiving end of a few
lashes in his time and knew how much it hurt. But on this occasion, he
actually found himself looking forward to it. He watched as Andrew
McCulloch was tied to the main mast and took the pouch containing the cat
o’nine tails off Jonas Lowe and stepped up to perform his duty.
Jack suddenly realised that Jenny
was missing. He usually had every crew member on deck to witness the
punishment, but decided to let it pass. He knew she would not want to
watch it.
…
Jenny looked up, alarmed at the
cries of agony coming from the deck and she hurried out of the cabin and up the
steps, gasping in horror as a crewman was taken past her by two of his mates,
his back a raw and bloodied mess.
‘What on earth…? Jack?’ She
ran over to him, concern written on her face. ‘What happened to him?’
‘He had twelve lashes luv.
He was drunk on duty and caused th’topsail ter break from its ropes by
not securing it properly.’
‘And you had him whipped for that?’
Jack sighed. It was easy to
forget that Jenny still was not used to life on board ship. ‘I had to
luv. If we had hit some bad weather, we could have lost control o’the
ship and some poor bastards would have had ter go up th’riggin’ and try an’ fix
it. I’ve lost good friends that way,’ he replied, sadly. ‘They have
ter do their duty an’ because they’re pirates and not respectable seamen, I
have ter be harder on them. They have ter obey me or else anarchy
would reign, savvy?’
‘I suppose so.’
‘Sorry ter interrupt Cap’n,
Jenny. I could use a hand in th’galley sweetheart. All these
shenanagans have made me behind, an’ I don’t think this lot’ll be too happy to
have their grub late.’
‘All right John.’ She
shrugged at Jack and followed the cook down to the galley, busying herself with
peeling the potatoes.
… …
… …
Jack made his way back to the
cabin and pulled off his boots wearily, tired after a long day and little sleep
the previous night. He grinned wolfishly to himself at the memory and sat
down in his favourite chair, propping his feet on the table, something he did
not do that often now for he knew Jenny hated it and pulled the stopper from a
rum bottle, drinking thirstily. He was just started to doze off when
Jenny came into the cabin without knocking. He kept his eyes closed,
feigning sleep and watched her as she approached, looking at him to see if he
was asleep. She evidently thought that he was for she left him alone and
went over to the bunk, pulling off her dirty, smelly clothes.
Jack watched her through his
lashes, a smile toying on his lips and all thought of tiredness,
disappeared. He pulled a face as she went from his sight into the side
cabin and debated whether to go and join her, but stayed where he was when she
returned and walked over to a chest and pulled it open. He smirked at the
sight of her taut buttocks in the air as she bent over the chest and pulled a
dress from it, deciding that he might have more fun just watching for
now. Jack barely managed to put an impassive expression back on his face
as she stood and glanced at him before going over to the bunk once more and
laying the dress on it then going back into the side cabin, singing to herself
as she washed.
Jack could not hold back any
longer and crept from the chair to the side cabin and peered around the door,
feeling the hardness rising in his groin as he watched Jenny washing herself
then empty the water into the bath tub and began to wash her work clothes,
biting back a moan as her backside moved up and down as she bent over and
scrubbed them.
Jenny’s head shot round as she
heard a noise behind her and she glowered as she saw an obviously aroused Jack
watching her from the doorway. ‘You gave me a fright,’ she chided,
turning around and carrying on with her task.
‘Who did ya think it’d be, eh
luv?’ Jack moved forward and rubbed himself against her, closing his eyes
as a shudder jolted his body.
‘Oh, I’m good enough to talk to
now, am I?’ she asked, caustically.
‘Eh? Oh yes. I
forgot.’
Jenny straightened up and pushed
past him, her damp clothes leaving a trail of water on the floor. She
opened a couple of side windows and lay her clothes on the sill then pulled the
windows to again, anchoring the clothes to the outside of the ship to dry
off. ‘Could you have not found five minutes to come and see me today
Jack? Or is it now that you’ve had what you wanted, you have lost
interest? Shall I expect to be sent to the crews’ quarters some time
soon?’
‘Whoa, whoa, hold on luv.
Come ‘ere,’ Jack reached out for her, frowning as she slapped his hand away.
‘Ya know that ain’t goin’ ter happen Jen. Have ya learned nothing about
me? I gave m’word that I wouldn’t give yer over t’the crew, even if I no
longer wanted ya. Which most certainly is not the case, believe me
luv.’ He leaned forward and kissed the tears that rolled down her
face. ‘Aw come on Jen, I’m sorry luv, I just never thought, eh?’ He
ran his fingers down her back, a seductive smile on his lips as he felt her
react to his touch. ‘How about I remind yer how much I want ya, hmm?’
Jenny brought her gaze upto his
and a slow smile played on her lips. ‘You can show me how sorry you are
as well,’ she murmured as he led the way over to the bunk.
…
Jack held Jenny tightly as they
lay there, panting and sated, smiling to himself. ‘What?’ she
propped herself up, looking at him with a bemused smile.
‘I’ll have ter ignore ya more
often,’ he teased yelping as she gave him a playful slap on the rump.
Jenny pulled a face at him then
snuggled back into the contours of his body, frowning as he got off the
bunk. ‘Where are you going?’ Jenny watched as Jack rummaged around
in the top drawer of his tallboy then went over to the mirror in the side cabin
and fiddled with one of his hair braids. He returned and straddled Jenny
who blushed at the sight of his pliant, sex stained manhood resting on her
belly. Jack took a few strands of her hair and twisted them into a thin
braid then smeared a wax-like substance on the end. He took some beads he
had brought over and threaded them onto the braid, the final bead being an
amber one from his own hair that Jenny had always admired. He secured the
braid with some string, then climbed off her.
‘There, go an’ have a look luv.’
Jack went over to the mirror with her to admire his handiwork.
Her eyes grew wide in
amazement. ‘Jack, it’s wonderful,’ she smiled, fingering the amber bead
and smiling at him in the reflection. ‘Thank you,’ she whispered softly,
shivering slightly at the feel of his hands on her hips.
‘I’ve got something else for ya
luv, close yer eyes.’ She heard him open a box, her ears straining to
hear more. ‘Now keep ‘em closed Jenny, no peeking, promise?’
‘I promise Jack,’ She screwed her
eyes tight, wondering what other surprise he had in store. She felt him
put a necklace on her, it felt cold against her skin.
‘Open,’ Jack whispered, his eyes
shining in anticipation of her face. Jenny opened her eyes hesitantly
then gulped as she viewed the necklace in the mirror, looking down at it,
disbelieving.
‘Jack?’ Tears sprang to her
eyes as she looked at her mother’s gold and pearl locket, hanging around her
neck once more. ‘You kept it?’
‘Aye luv, I kept it, with the
intention of givin’ it ya back one day.’ Jack fingered the delicate
chain, his fingers brushing the back of Jenny’s neck.
Jenny felt torn, she was glad to
have the locket back, but felt a little anger at Jack for having stolen it in
the first place. She lifted her face to his, taking in the tender look in
his eyes and caught her breath, finally realizing his true feelings for
her. Jenny cupped his face in her hands and kissed him gently. ‘I-I have
nothing to give you in return.’
‘You’ve already given it me luv,
I don’t need anything else.’
…
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