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Usual disclaimers, but happy Easter anyway!
With thanks to Mrs. Depp, Bauer4ever, Rose Pearl, Orli’s Hot
Chick, Miss Sophia, A Depp Girl, The Great and Powerful Oz, Ducky, and of
course, Hils.
Rose Pearl, the use of pigeons is explained in this chapter.
A few have asked how long Jenny has to go and surprisingly I
had made a note for myself in this chapter!
She has around 2 months left.
…
Chapter Thirteen:
‘It’s always time fer bed where yer concerned.’

Jack surveyed the people sitting around his table with
satisfaction. The three women had
cooked up a veritable feast between them and dinner had been accompanied by the
telling of various adventures that had been had by each of them during the past
year or so and now, ably helped by drinks, the mood was mellowing.
‘It’s a shame we can’t stay here,’ Shay lamented. ‘It’s a lovely little town.’
‘Aye,’ Jack agreed.
‘It is, but we have no choice.’
He paused to take a sip of port, savouring the taste before swallowing
it. ‘I have tried ter make a home for
Jenny somewhere nice because I knew she didn’t want to settle in a pirate town,
but it simply isn’t safe enough anywhere else.’
‘Isn’t there a chance that another pirate might…?’ Patience
left the words unsaid. Although she had
told Shay’s kin about what had happened to Jenny, she did not think that her
friend would want it discussed openly.
‘Yes,’ Jack sighed heavily.
‘Which is why I am going to employ guards once we get to Tortola.’ He braced himself, waiting for the eruption
from Jenny, as this was the first time she had heard about it.
‘I don’t bloody think so, Jack Sparrow!’ she exploded. ‘How would you know that the guards could be
trusted? I’m not having strangers
living in my house and that is final!’
‘She’s right about th’guards,’ Shay agreed. ‘Th’only people I’d trust would be crew.’
‘And I’m not having the men give up their time at sea to
nursemaid me,’ she warned.
‘Well I’ll build an impenatrable fortress then!’ came Jack’s
ripsote. ‘Damn!’ he cursed to
himself. ‘Why didn’t I leave it
instead of spoiling a good evening?’
He stood and walked around the table to where his wife was sitting,
glowering at him. ‘Look, luv, I’m
sorry. I should have told ya about my
plans before.’
‘It would be nice to be informed every now and then,’ she
replied sharply.
‘Would you want me living at the new house?’ Luke enquired,
speaking up for the first time. ‘You
know I would look after her.’
‘I know that, mate,’ Jack smiled. ‘And I thank you for it.
But firstly, I’d want more than one man, and secondly, you’ll be wantin’
to lead your own life before too long.
You might meet someone an’ want a home of your own.’
‘Maybe, but we could cross that bridge when we come to it,’
the former naval man reasoned.
‘There’s Tom as well,’ Patience put in. ‘Plus Fin and Sive will be living close by.’
‘No,’ Jack shook his head.
‘I want proper guards...’
‘Jack!’ Jenny protested.
‘I wouldn’t feel comfortable – safe, even. Please don’t do this.’
‘Is there a king of Tortola?’ Shay asked. ‘Someone ye could pay ter make sure she’s
safe.’
‘Aye, Edmund Condent.’ Jack replied.
‘Isn’t he in the brotherhood?’ Jenny enquired, the name
sounding familiar to her.
‘Yes, Jen, which means he isn’t around Tortola that much because
of th’brotherhood. So although he would
put word out, I would still rather employ guards as well.’
‘Can I make a suggestion?’ Fin put in. ‘I’ve noticed that one or two or yer crew
are gettin’ on a bit or have some disability – why don’t ye ask th’crew if
anyone wants ter volunteer to become a permanent guard once we get to Tortola?’
‘I would prefer that,’ Jenny said, looking up hopefully at
Jack.
‘That’s is not a bad idea,’ Jack grinned, leaning across the
table and shaking Fin’s hand. ‘Thanks.’
‘A pleasure,’ Finan grinned back. ‘Glad I still have me uses.’
‘Aye, being a lazy good fer nothin’ bastard!’ Shay teased,
ducking as his older brother jokingly threatened him with a table knife.
‘I’ll give ye lazy in a minute, little brother,’ Fin warned,
winking at Jenny.
‘Few gawds sake, grow up!’ Patience sighed, rolling her
eyes. ‘Men,’ she chuckled. ‘Act like children to th’day they die.’
‘I think I will clear these dishes then retire to bed, I’m
exhausted.’ Jenny tried unsuccessfully
to stifle a yawn.
‘Stay where ye are,’ Sive replied, standing up. ‘We’ll see to these.’
‘No! You’re my
guests…’
‘And you’re tired,’ Jack chided, placing his hands on his
wife’s shoulders to prevent her from standing.
‘But…’
‘It looks like you’re outnumbered,’ Luke chuckled.
‘Aye, six ter one,’ Patience teased. ‘So go ter bed. We’ll make sure ya clean up after us another time.’
‘Yes,’ Jenny smirked.
‘You would…’
‘Come on, missy!’ Jack chivied, helping her from the
chair. ‘Time fer bed.’
‘It’s always time fer bed where yer concerned,’
Patience jibed.
‘Ya can’t blame a man when his wife’s this beautiful.’
‘You old charmer,’ Jenny blushed. ‘Goodnight. Thank you all
for a lovely evening.’
‘Oi - less of th’old!
Night folks,’ Jack grinned as he ushered Jenny from the dining room,
picking up a lamp as he went.
‘Sleep well,’ Patience called out as they went.
‘Who said anythin’ about sleep?’
‘Behave,’ Jenny giggled as she started to climb the
stairs. ‘I know – you’re always
good…’
‘Are you teasin’ me, eh?’ Jack growled, fondling her backside
as he followed her.
‘As if I’d do that,’ she chuckled. ‘Seriously though Jack, I am tired.’
‘Don’t worry luv, we’ll just kiss an’ cuddle, eh?’
‘If you can get close enough to cuddle me,’ she
laughed as she opened the door to the room.
‘I’ll give it a damned good try,’ he grinned setting the
lamp on the bedside table.
‘Would you help me undress please?’
‘Jen!’ Jack admonished gently. ‘Ya need ter ask?’ He undid the losely tied laces at the front of her dress and
lifted the garment over her head, brushing his lips along her exposed
collarbone once she was free of it.
‘Mmm,’ she sighed, shivering at his touch. ‘You have the most delicious lips,’ she
whispered hoarsely.
Jack chuckled as he worked his way to her ear, tugging on
the lobe with his teeth. ‘Glad you
think so,’ he murmured, pulling her undershift up and then over her head. ‘Ya sure you’re still tired?’ he rasped,
caressing her naked body.
‘Mmmm,’ Jenny groaned.
‘Maybe I’m getting my second wind.’
She pulled Jack’s shirt out of his breeches and ran her hands up his
muscled back, feeling him shiver at her touch.
‘Why do you always do up more buttons when I want to undress you
quickly?’ she chuckled as she tried to pull his shirt over his head,
unsuccessfully.
‘You want to undress me quickly no matter how many
buttons I have done up!’ he teased, undoing a couple of the fastenings and
ridding himself of the garment.
Jenny traced her fingers across the two shot scars then down
to his nipple, flitting across the hard bud before closing her mouth over it
and sucking while her hands worked at the laces on his breeches.
‘An’ ya reckon I have a delicious mouth,’ he growled
as he unpinned her hair and tangled his fingers through it, pulling her in
closer.
Jenny yanked his breeches down and cupped his balls in her
hand, running her thumb along his manhood.
‘I need you,’ she moaned as she broke away from her ministrations.
‘Let’s get you on th’bed then,’ Jack grinned, kicking off
his shoes and breeches and helping her on to the bed and over onto her
knees. ‘Comfy?’
‘As I’ll ever be being this large,’ she chuckled, turning
her head to one side and resting it on a pillow.
‘Tell me if you’re not,’ he murmured as he covered her body
with his and guided himself into position.
‘I will,’ Jenny promised, thrusting her hips back and
gasping as his length plunged deep inside her.
‘Sweet Jesus!’ Jack swore.
‘Give me warnin’ when yer goin’ ter do that!’
‘And spoil the fun?
Not on your life,’ her laugh trailing off to a moan as he started to
thrust slowly into her.
‘Still tired?’ Jack chuckled, nuzzling and nipping at her
neck.
‘Not as tired as I’m going to be,’ she giggled, turning her
head back a bit more in order to kiss him.
‘Bet I get off ter sleep before you do!’ he joked.
‘Just so long as you finish the job in hand,’ Jenny
warned. ‘I don’t care when you fall
asleep.’
‘That’s all ya want me for, eh? Ter fuck ya!’
‘Of course,’ Jenny teased.
‘And very well you do it, too.’
‘Yer cheeky madame,’ Jack growled, rubbing his fingers along
her slit and chuckling softly as she reacted instantly.
‘That’s cheating!’ she protested breathlessly.
‘How so? Ya want me
ter finish th’job in hand, an’ I’m startin ter feel a little tired myself,’ he
ribbed, paying particular attention to the hard nub within her folds.
‘Oh… Jack…’ she panted, bucking her hips. ‘More, please.’
‘With pleasure,’ Jack rumbled, rubbing and thrusting a
little harder. ‘Just don’t scream too
loud, eh? We have guests remember!’
‘Jack…’ she hissed, grasping the sheets as her climax
drew near. ‘Stop bloody teasing.’
‘Heh! You love it
when I tease ya, so stop your moanin’ woman.’
‘Oh…!’ Jenny groaned as her passion spilled over and she
buried her face in the pillow, crying out his name over and over until she was
fully spent.
‘You called, luv?’ Jack chuckled in her ear as he continued
to push deeper, gasping as she ground her hips until he relinquished control
and shot his seed inside her with a grunt, before withdrawing gently and
collapsing beside her, panting for breath.
‘Just make sure you roll over th’other side,’ he
grinned. ‘Ya’d crush me to death
otherwise…’
‘Don’t tempt me!’ Jenny giggled, rolling onto her side and
facing her husband, stroking his damp face.
‘I bet they didn’t hear a thing,’ she grinned.
‘No, you were very restrained – fer once!’
‘Speak for yourself,’ she retorted, reaching over to kiss
his lips.
‘No,’ he mumbled.
‘I’d rather kiss ya…’
‘Mmm, me too…’
…
A week later

‘Jack!’ Rebecca smiled as he walked through the doors of the
Faithful Bride with another man and a woman, neither of whom she had seen
before. ‘Glad ter see ya again.’
‘Yer still runnin’ th’show then?’ Jack smiled as he walked
to the bar. ‘Two ales, please. An’ d’ya think ya could accommodate Francine
here?’
‘Right away, Sir,’ Becky winked as she reached for a couple
of beakers and a pitcher of ale.
‘Aye, I worked at the Arms before it was hit. Can I come an’ work fer you?’
‘Th’more th’merrier,’ Becky grinned. ‘There are some girls out back, if ya want
ter go through.’
‘Ta,’ Francine smiled.
‘Thanks fer everythin’, Sparrer – an’ you look after me friend, Shay
Connelly. Ya hear?’
‘Aye,’ Shay chuckled.
‘I’ll take good care of her.’ He
watched as the whore disappeared through a door behind the bar then turned as
someone spoke.
‘Bout time you got in!’ came Batholemew Roberts’ voice from
a snug. ‘I was beginnin’ ter think I
was th’only one still sailing th’waters.’
‘I came in a couple of weeks ago,’ Jack informed him,
placing some coins on the bar then walking with Shay towards the direction of
the voice.
‘So th’new proprietor told me,’ Roberts smiled as Jack
entered the snug. ‘How come? An’ who’s yer friend?’
‘Shay Connelly, he’ll be sittin’ in on all future meetings,
savvy? Shay, this is Bartholemew
Roberts – you may have heard of him,’ he winked at the other pirate
captain, who laughed in turn. ‘We
realised that the waters around Port Royal were too quiet so headed back. We saw th’Navy as they were leaving.’
‘Ah. I bet I’ve got a
bit of news that you didn’t know.
Bledri Roberts was a spy fer Farrier!’
‘Bleedin’ hell!’ Jack swore, nearly choking on his
drink. ‘How th’hell did ya find that
out?’
‘Rebecca told me- plus one or two others, Tew included. He’ll be in shortly.’
‘How was your mission?’ Jack enquired. ‘Did ya hit th’base?’
‘Yes - but not much damage, unfortunately. Their guns were pretty impressive,’ he
shrugged ruefully.
‘Can’t win ‘em all,’ Jack sympathised, secretly pleased with
himself that he had flattened the base in the Caymen Islands.
‘Ah! There yer are!’
Thomas Tew greeted, settling himself opposite Jack and glancing at Shay but
saying nothing. He knew Jack would not
bring in anyone he did not trust implicitly.
‘Did Bart tell ya?’
‘Aye, just,’ Jack nodded.
‘So they knew that no-one would be in Tortuga – but how? So quickly?’
‘Dunno,’ Tew shrugged.
‘We were tryin’ ter work that out ourselves earlier.’
‘Unless he has more than one spy an’ they sail to an’ from
here an’ Port Royal?’ Batholemew Roberts suggested.
‘Possibly. But it’d
still take a while,’ Jack reasoned.
‘An’ why attack whilst we are not in port? I’d have thought they would welcome
th’opportunity to wipe us all out in one fell swoop.’
‘With just three ships against our eleven? Aye, eleven,’ he nodded at Jack’s sharp
look. ‘We’ve lost George Lowther and
Sam Bellamy,’ he sighed.
‘They attacked Bridgetown, didn’t they?’
‘Aye, Jack. From
what Jack Fowler told me when we passed a few days back, they were set upon by
a couple of merchant ships who had followed them. They had no ammunition an’ were overpowered.’
‘How th’hell did Fowler know?’ Jack demanded.
‘He heard tavern gossip in Port of Spain an’ went ter
Bridgetown to ask around, discretely of course. He sold his news fer a good price,’ Thomas Tew said
bitterly.
‘I don’t trust him’ Batholemew Roberts announced. ‘He’d betray us sooner than you can hoist a
flag.’
‘Aye, that he would,’ the two men agreed.
‘Afternoon, gentlemen!’ Edmund Condent joined them in the
snug, a pitcher of ale in one hand and an empty mug in the other. ‘What’s been happening?’
…
Elias Beauchamp sat back in his chair, pondering on what
Bledri Jenkins had told him during a meeting earlier that morning. He had not been able to add much more to
what they already knew, but at least they had descriptions of the other pirates
within the brotherhood, and the names of their ships, and that, he decided, was
better than nothing.
‘Sir?’ Captain Farrier enquired, breaking his reverie.
‘Sorry, George - what was that?’
‘I am going to be sending another messenger pigeon to my spy
– is there any specific instructions you want to pass on?’
‘No,’ the Commodore sighed.
‘Just the usual: find out as much as he can.’ He pressed his fingers together contemplating another
thought. ‘Will your pigeons still work
being as it’s a different person?’
‘Aye, Sir. They are
trained to fly to a particular place, which the spy knows about. It won’t make any difference.’
‘Very well,’ he nodded
‘Tell your man it is imperative that we find out as much as we can about
the brotherhood – more so than ever.’
‘I will, Sir. Is
that all?’
‘Yes.’ The Commodore
dismissed his captain with a wave of the hand and went back to mulling over
recent events in his mind.
…
‘Gawd blimey! Will
you lot keep it down?’ Becky exclaimed, shouting over the noise the brotherhood
of pirates were making.
‘Sorry luv,’ Jack apologised, shrugging his shoulders at
her. ‘Come on, gentlemen. Th’lady’s right, we are makin’ too
much noise.’
‘Look, even though there is eleven of us, I don’t believe we
can attack Port Royal just yet. We
don’t have enough ammunition for a start,’ Bartholemew Roberts reasoned.
‘We’ll never get anythin’ done at this rate,’ John Rose
Archer shouted. ‘An’ just who put you
in charge anyway? I say we take a vote
on it.’
‘Aye,’ cried the majority of men, Jack and Thomas Tew being
the exceptions.
‘Cast a vote if ya like, but you decide ter attack Port
Royal then count me out,’ Jack spat in disgust.
‘Yer a bleedin’ coward, Sparrow!’ Stede Bonnet taunted,
jabbing a finger towards the captain of the Black Pearl.
‘No-one calls me a coward,’ Jack exploded, standing and
glaring at the man, Shay at his side in an instant. ‘I started this brotherhood. I was th’one who said we had ter do somethin’ when
everyone else was soilin’ their breeches, an’ if yer still consider me a
coward, then let’s take this outside, eh?’
‘Jack, Jack… calm down.’ Thomas Tew soothed, standing
in front of his friend and blocking his view of his tormentor. ‘He ain’t worth it, an’ b’sides, it’s just
th’ale talking.’
‘Bonnet, shut yer big mouth. Sparrow, listen to Tom.’
Roberts stood and addressed the table once Jack sat back down and Stede
Bonnet glowered silently. ‘We have been
more successful than any of us anticipated – let’s not ruin it by
in-fighting. If you want to vote for a
leader, so be it. But I don’t see the
need. We’re captains, every one of us –
capable of making our own decisions.
We’re not common crewmen who need to be lead. Let us carry on the way we have been and really
put the Navy on the back foot.’
‘I agree,’ Thomas Price of Neptune’s Knave, spoke
up. ‘We should all make the
decisions, not just one of us.’
‘So when do we attack Port Royal? Th’Commodore will probably get reinforcements
in soon. We can’t afford ter wait that
long!’ Edward Teach insisted. ‘We must
attack soon.’
‘Where else can we attack?’ Nathanien Gordon put in. ‘There’s nowhere left. It has to be there.’
‘All those in favour of attacking now, say ‘Aye.’ Stede
Bonnet urged, nodding his head when most of the men acknowledged him.
‘All those against?’ Jack sighed, raising his hand along
with Bartholemew Roberts, Thomas Tew and Thomas Price.
‘That’s seven for an’ four against – we attack!’ Edward
Teach crowed, lifting his mug of ale in salute.
‘No, six,’ Edmond Condent replied. ‘I’m not siding with you, nor you,’ he nodded towards Jack and
Bartholemew Roberts. ‘I’m off.’ He stood and walked out of the tavern
without a backwards glance, leaving the rest of the brotherhood to fight it out
between them.
‘You can attack – don’t include me,’ Jack said sourly,
standing and pushing his way past the men.
‘Me neither,’ Tew agreed, joining him along with the others
who had voted against.
‘Fine! Piss off then
– we don’t need ya!’ John Rose Archer taunted.
‘There are still six of us against three Navy ships.’
‘Bloody fools, the lot of you,’ Bartholemew Roberts muttered
under his breath as he followed Jack’s lead.
‘Is th’Tortuga Arms still standing?’
‘Nah,’ Thomas Price replied. ‘Ruined like most of th’rest of ‘em.’
‘Here, there’s a back room ya can use if ya like,’ Becky
suggsted. ‘Don’t want ter be losin’ yer
custom, just because of that lot.’
‘Ta luv,’ Jack smiled, realising that she had green eyes
like Jenny.
‘Ya still happily married?’ she asked quietly so only Jack
could hear her.
Jack frowned, wondering how she knew he had been thinking of
his wife. ‘Very,’ he replied. ‘So you might as well turn yer attentions
elsewhere.’
‘Not seen anythin’ I like as much,’ she shrugged, giving him
a knowing look. ‘I’ll bring in some
rum,’ she said to the others. ‘Won’t be
long.’
‘What was all that about?’
Shay asked, looking quizzically at Jack. He hoped it was not as it seemed.
‘She’s madly in love with me,’ Jack quipped, making light of
it.
‘Ya always did have a way with women,’ Thomas Tew
chuckled. ‘Must say, I was surprised
when I heard ya got married.’
‘I was surprised when I realised I wanted ter get
married,’ Jack laughed.
‘Here we go, gentlemen,’ Rebecca smiled as she returned with
bottles and mugs on a tray, which she set down on a small table at the side of
the room. ‘If ya need anythin’ else,
just shout,’ she said, looking once more at Jack.
‘We will,’ Roberts assured her, shutting the door firmly
behind her as she left.
‘What do we do?’ Shay asked.
‘We leave them to commit suicide,’ Jack shrugged. ‘Then recruit some more to th’brotherhood.’
‘Ya reckon any more will want ter fight, especially after
th’Navy make kindling out of their ships?’
Price retorted, nodding his head in the general direction of the main
bar and their former cohorts.
‘Not to mention shark fodder out of them!’ Thomas Tew added.
‘Perhaps try elsewhere, like San Juan or Tortola,’ Roberts
suggested.
‘I’m headin’ out to Tortola myself, next week. I’ll ask around,’ Jack suggested, hoping
they would not realise the real reason he was going to Tortola.
‘Fair enough - I can try San Juan. Here’s to our continued success!’ Tew toasted,
raising his mug.
‘Our continued success!’ the remaining men chorused.
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