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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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You know what
goes here…
Yup, two more
chapters today, mostly because I’m off on holiday for a week. You should
get another two chapters on 31/7 or 1/8.
Thanks to Hils
and Linnie (enjoy your holiday Hilary and enjoy the peace Linnie) :)

…

Chapter
seventeen: ‘I’m neither a shrew, nor tamed.’
Jenny watched as
the Strait narrowed, fearing there would not be enough room for The Black
Pearl to sail through, but Jack guided her through carefully, using the
sweeps rather than the sails, to steady their progress. She looked out at
the snow-capped mountains nearby, forgetting how beautiful snow could be.
‘And cold,’ Jenny grumbled, pulling her coat tighter around herself.
‘Jenny pet, can
you take th’watch from the nest, Jonas has taken ill.’
Jenny looked
doubtfully up the rigging to the crows nest and forced a smile on her face, ‘Of
course Mr. Gibbs.’
‘It will not be
for long pet, just ‘til afternoon watch. Mind how you go.’
Jenny fought to
keep calm as she missed her footing yet again, and glanced up at the basket of
the crows nest, sending up a prayer of thanks as it appeared closer than she
anticipated. She carefully climbed into the basket and took up watch
position, trying to ignore the sick feeling in her stomach.
…
‘Gibbs, set
sail. Th’channel ahead is wider than th’last one so we’ll save th’men
th’effort.’ Jack yielded the helm back to Paul Rochester and paced the
deck. ‘Woods, swing th’lead.’
‘Aye, aye
Cap’n.’ Daniel Woods fetched the depth rope and swung it with an expert
arm, so that it ended vertically in the water. He waited patiently until
the lead hit the bottom of the Strait, then coiled the rope back onto the
deck. ‘Ten knots, Cap’n.’
‘Good
man.’ Jack smiled smugly to himself, things were going better than he’d
anticipated and he hoped to reach the inlet before nightfall. He looked
up at Jenny in the crows nest, then unburdened himself of his sword and pistol
and climbed the rigging towards her. ‘Ello luv, nice view?’
She smiled as he
climbed into the nest, glad of the company. ‘A wonderful view,
Jack. I just wish it was not so damned cold!’
‘It’s been a
long, long time since I saw snow,’ he reminisced as he looked at the mountains
in awe. ‘Reminds me of England. D’ya miss it?’
‘England, or
snow?’
‘England.’
‘Good Lord,
no. I doubt I’ll ever set foot on a piece of English land again.’
Jenny shuddered involuntarily.
‘Jamaica’s a
piece of English land….’
‘You know what I
mean.’ She rolled her eyes at Jack and bobbed her tongue out, sticking it
back in as his mouth closed on hers. ‘I’m supposed to be on watch Jack,
you’re distracting me.’
‘Don’t worry
luv, I’ll have a word wi’th Captain,’ he laughed then snuggled against her,
keeping look-out ahead.
…
They came upon
the inlet just as the last light faded and Jack gave the order to drop anchor,
feeling impatient to be so close to treasure but not able to seek it out for a
few more hours. He made his way to his cabin, smiling as he spied Jenny
reading one of his books.
‘Wotcha readin’
luv?’ Jack eased off his boots and sank into his chair, uncorking a
bottle of rum with his teeth.
‘Shakespeare,
The Taming of the Shrew.’ Jenny gave a narrow glance at Jack’s snort of
derision. ‘And what, pray, is so funny Captain?’
‘Nothin’ luv,
nothin’ at all,’ he smirked, his shoulders shaking gently with laughter.
‘Just ironic when ya think about it, really.’
‘Well, Captain
Sparrow, I have news for you. I’m neither a shrew, nor tamed.’
Jenny’s eyes glinted dangerously over the top of the book.
‘That so, Jenny
Samuels? Well, ya could’ve fooled me.’ Jack watched in amusement as
she walked to the side cabin then sat back in the chair, closing his eyes with
a sigh. ‘Wha…..? Jen!’ Jack warned as he felt the tip
of a blade against his throat.
She moved back
to allow him to stand, on her guard the whole time.
‘So, this is the
way ya want ter play it, eh?’ Jack drew his sword, a brash grin splitting
his face as he ran his blade along Jenny’s. He leaped back in surprise as
she swung around, sweeping her sword in a low arc then bringing it up
fast. Jack managed to parry her thrust with a counter-thrust, nodding
with satisfaction when she had to leap back herself then he followed through
with a slice, missing her shirt by a mere whisker.
‘Jack!’
‘You started it
luv. If ya can’t handle a fight, ya shouldn’t start one, savvy?’ He
lunged forward, looking in astonishment as Jenny disappeared from in front of
him, then spun on his heels as he sensed her behind him. ‘Nice trick luv,
very good. Ya just gotta be quicker wi’th execution after ya get up,
savvy?’
She felt pleased
that her roll on the floor had almost worked. Next time, she’d get
him. She forced him back on his heels, enjoying the sparring match as
much as he was, but still determined to win this particular duel. Jenny
cursed under her breath as her shirt flopped open then smiled to herself and
shrugged it from her shoulders after launching a hard assault on Jack.
Her slip strained across her chest, for she had filled out in the time she had
been on board The Pearl and the slip was getting rather tight. She
smiled jubilantly as Jack became distracted by the movement of her breasts
under the slip and used this to her advantage, parrying his sword away from her
and grabbing a knife that had been lying on the table, holding it to his
throat.
‘Tamed am I?’
she whispered huskily then kissed him hard, dropping her sword but keeping hold
of the knife. She had come to know Jack too well to let her guard drop
completely.
‘All right Jenny
Wren, I yield.’ He grinned at her pleased that she was playing dirty
instinctively now. All his thoughts were lost however, by the wonderful
feeling of her hand unlacing his breeches and slipping inside, cupping him as
she backed up to the bunk, finally discarding the dagger as well.
…
‘So, who was
Sancho Lopez?’ Jenny absently stroked Jack’s chest, her fingers tracing
the lines of his scars and tattoos.
‘He was a
Spanish captain who turned renegade and sailed his own ship away from
th’Spaniards. He must have stashed th’swag here fer some reason an’ never
got chance ter come back for it.’
‘You hope…’
‘No-one’s heard
o’him fer nigh on twenty years luv but th’legend of his treasure continues ter
this day. Th’treasure’s there, I’ll stake me life on it.’
‘What will you
do with the treasure?’
‘Divide it out
between th’crew then spend it.’ Jack grinned, his grin being somewhat
tempered upon remembering that he would not be able to spend any of the loot on
whores.
‘How do you
divide it?’ She propped herself up on an elbow, looking into his dark,
unfathomable eyes.’
‘Well luv, me,
as th’Captain gets four shares of th’loot. Gibbs, being me second in
command gets three shares, an’ so it goes down t’the lowest powder monkey, who
gets a share. You can have three shares luv.’
‘What?
You’re giving me shares?’ She looked in disbelief at him, while he
laughed at her.
‘Of course I’m
giving you shares, ya daft wench. Yer th’one who worked out where were
had ter go. Besides which, yer me woman. Wouldn’t be right fer you
not ter have shares.’
‘Oh.’ Jenny
lay back down again, her head spinning at the thought of being rich. ‘I
could do whatever I wanted then. I would not be beholden to anybody.’
A shiver of excitement ran through Jenny’s body and she started to understand
the lure of a pirates life. ‘Hold your horses,’ a more temperate
voice reasoned. ‘You haven’t actually found any treasure yet.’
‘Jack…?’ she began, hesitantly. ‘What if there is no
treasure? Won’t the crew be angry?’
‘Aye, they’ll be
disappointed but they also know that’s the way it goes sometimes. We
could come all th’way down here and go back empty handed then come across a
galleon that’s laden with treasure. That’s our life luv… unexpected.’
‘Why do you sail
all this way on the off-chance?’
‘Freedom,
Jen. Yes I’m a pirate, an’ yes, I luv treasure. But what I value
more than anythin’ is me freedom. That’s why m’ship is so important to
me, she is freedom.’
‘So, if you had
to choose…?’
‘Yup, freedom
every time luv. All th’riches in th’world are no good if ya don’t have
th’freedom ter enjoy ‘em, savvy?’
She nodded then
lay her head on his chest, her fingers resuming their caressing of his body,
going lower until they reached his belly button and the dark line of hair
trailing down to his groin. ‘But what use is freedom if you don’t have
the means to enjoy it?’
Jack sighed good
naturedly. ‘Are ya seducin’ me or inquisitin’ me?’
‘Both.’
‘I’d prefer it
if ya concentrated on th’former.’
‘And if I want
to concentrate on the latter?’ She moved her hand away from his stomach,
a teasing smile playing on her lips.
‘Yer can
question me any time woman,’ he growled, rolling over on top of her and
catching her hands with his, pulling them above her head.
‘But I might not
be in the mood another time…’
‘I’m in th’mood
fer seducin’… so seduce.’
‘Very
well. If you insist,’ she laughed, bringing her leg between Jack’s and
rubbing her thigh against his erection. ‘Better?’
‘Oh much, much
better…’ he murmured huskily, losing himself in a searing kiss.
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