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Ship in a Bottle	By : EvilE Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female > Jack/Elizabeth Views: 4205 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17: The Letter E

“Will Turner. My name is Will Turner.”

Lady E cocked a single eyebrow. “Turner, is it? Sounds familiar.” She looked him up and down, her soot-lined lashes obscuring her eyes until she raised them again. “Don't believe we've had much occasion to socialize. Except, of course, when you first joined the crew.”

“Right,” Will answered, only guessing at what said interaction might have entailed. Guessing... imagining... he had to change the subject. “Lady - Captain, I heard some interesting conversation the last time we made port. But it didn't make any sense until now.”

“What do I care for gossip? Do come to the point, Mr. Turner.” She turned from him and he caught another whiff of her scent. Fresh. Exotic. Fiery. He would have no trouble coming to a point, none at all...

“Treasure. A hidden stash. Heard talk among two old drunken pirates who say their captain hid it and plans to go back.”

He watched her back, swathed in the black tunic, recede from him, and couldn't help feeling somewhat disappointed as she distanced herself from him. She was, without a doubt, the most alluring woman he'd ever met. After Elizabeth of course, which didn't count, did it? Since they were identical, after all. His eyes fell to her belt again, and his eyes widened as he saw not one, but two daggers in separate sheaths that hung from her belt. Right, Lady E's a dangerous killer, he reminded himself. Albeit a beautiful one.

She turned to face him again after processing what he'd said about the treasure. Her eyes held a new, hungry light. “And who's this captain they serve?”

“Their captain?” Words suddenly failed him. Oh, wonderful, he was only minutes into this and she was already asking questions he hadn't planned to answer in advance. Think, Will, think. A name, any name. “Man by the name of... Sparrow. Jack Sparrow.”

“Captain Jack Sparrow,” she said disdainfully, as though rolling something unpleasant around her tongue. “Never heard of him.”

“Not at all surprising, really. He's the worst pirate I've ever seen. Ugly brute. Smells awful.”

She laughed once, a throaty, deep sound. Will took another deep, controlled breath as he waited for her to speak. “Well, I suppose there are plenty of folk who haven't heard of me, either. If I wanted to spread my infamy, I'd have to leave someone living once in a while.”

Will didn't know if she was serious. He'd like to believe she wasn't... “The island they spoke of isn't inhabited. And it's close by, if I don't miss my guess. Half a day's sail from here will bring us within sight of it.”

“Will it, now,” she said in a dreamy tone, closing her eyes for a moment as though mulling something over. Then she opened them again, fast, and Will felt uncomfortably exposed, as though she were looking right through him. “And just why have you chosen to share this information with me? Why not pursue it yourself?”

This was a response he had prepared. He risked taking a few steps forward, slowly, toward where she leaned with one hip against the table. He came to a stop directly in front of her, not quite touching, but so close he could reach out at any time and... “I wouldn't dream of hiding it from you, Captain. I hoped we could go and dig it up... together.”

“Is that so?” she said, a smile playing about her plump, rosy lips. Were they rouged? Will couldn't tell. He found himself staring at them, wondering if she tasted like Elizabeth, too. “And what about this Captain Sparrow?” he watched her say.

Bugger him, Will thought as he pressed his lips lightly together in anticipation. But he said, “We've got to get there first. He's a few hours behind us. We could be there by dawn tomorrow, but there's no time to lose.”

“Your sense of loyalty touches me,” she said, a bit wryly, as though she didn't quite believe in him. But she raised her chin, and Will blinked, hard, knowing she had now brought her lips within inches of his. “So which way do we sail, boy?”

“I'd be happy to head you...give you... head... the heading,” he stammered out, and inwardly groaned. He couldn't even talk straight when he was this close to her, and all he could think about was what she might taste like. She lifted a hand to his cheek, then, and Will flinched at the smooth touch of her palm.

“Shhh...” she murmured. “No call to be nervous. I'm not going to hurt you. Long as this treasure is where you say, that is.”

“Oh, I assure you, the treasure's there. It's buried... in there... waiting to be, uh... found.”

A slow smile spread across her face, and she raised her other palm to his opposite cheek, and pushed his face back from her. “Well. If you'll tell me the direction, I'll have Briggs adjust our course immediately.”

“Due north-west,” he said, eyeing her through lowered lids as she rose and walked past him to the door. He heard her call the order, and in a moment felt the slight lift of the ship that told him they were changing direction.

He barely had registered that when she strode back into the room, and his breath caught as she headed straight for him. “Now,” she said with another slow, enigmatic smile. “Something tells me that information about treasure's not the only reason you're in here, is it?”

Will did his best to seem calm, appear to be in control. But as he looked at her, taking in everything from her dark eyes to her boots once again, he imagined she could read well enough the blatant desire radiating from his eyes. She continued to approach him until she was right in front of him as he leaned back against the table. He said nothing, and shifted his weight to one leg and sat half on the table, telling himself to relax.

She drew up very close to him, so close he could hear her breath leave her lips, although it was difficult over the loud clamoring of his own heart, which was pumping blood through his body at an alarming speed.

“Something tells me...” she said, lowering her black-lined eyelids for a moment, “...that you have a wish to prove your loyalty to me... by demonstration.”

“What kind of demonstration?” he asked in a low, steely voice, although he thought he already knew. His jaw was set in a hard line, and he flexed his fingers to keep from reaching out to grab her.

“A physical demonstration,” she whispered, and raised a hand to trail a finger across his brow, down the side of his face, under his jaw, down the column of his neck, and down the opening of his collar. He suppressed a shudder, feeling fire radiate from every inch of skin she'd touched.

“Only... only if that's what you want, Lady E.” His throat was practically closed with the effort it took to keep his voice even.

“I do remember you now, Turner,” she breathed, raising her finger once again to trail over the other side of his face and neck. This time he did shudder. He didn't know how much more of this he could take, and losing control, now, might very well mean his life... he fought to breathe as he listened to her soft words. “I remember thinking... very rarely, for me... that I rather wished you weren't a eunuch.”

What an odd thing to say, Will thought. But bizarre did seem to characterize his adventures of late. He paid little mind to it as her hands... those beautiful, soft hands... came up to cup his neck inside his collar, the intimate contact sending heat blazing through his body. He felt his control snap as his hips shot off the table and he brought his lips down on hers, fiercely, slipping his hands beneath her jaw to seal her mouth against his, as he kissed her for all he was worth.

He kissed her and kissed her, hungry for the taste of her lips, kissing her first from one side, then the other, and was barely aware of how she responded to him, so deafening was the din of his pulse pounding in his ears. He felt her fingers at the nape of his neck, untying his ponytail, and then she was twisting his loose hair between her fingers, pulling at it and brushing his scalp with her fingertips. He hadn't tasted her mouth with his tongue, yet, he would wait for that... first he wanted to taste the spot below her ear - he did, and it was smoky and soft - and her jawline, and creamy neck, and the sides of those perfectly round breasts he'd been staring at for the last... how long had it been? And he did, and he was gratified to hear small sounds deep in her chest, no girlish whimpering for this one. He lifted his head and wrapped his arms around her belt-cinched waist, feeling the dagger sheaths against his palms. It gave him a moment's pause, to remember that she was a menace and he was there to enact her demise. Then he dragged her around him and pushed her back on the table, falling on top of her, between her thighs, with a groan. The candlesticks wobbled precariously.

He kissed her again, then, and through the haze of pleasure that fogged his brain, he became aware that she was pushing at his shoulders, and he broke the kiss and looked down at her.

Those gorgeous, kohl-rimmed eyes were wide and bright with longing, but something else, too. Surprise. Had he shocked her? She gasped for breath, giving his shoulder another mighty shove, but he was too dazed to budge.

“You're not a eunuch,” she said, the words rushing out on a panicked sigh.

In another moment he found himself flat on his back on the table, and Lady E - the beautiful, the ravishing, the deadly - had pressed a dagger to his hot, pulsing throat.

His mind raced. Of course I'm not a bloody eunuch, was what he wanted to say, but knew he'd done something unexpected, something to jeopardize the plan. He had to figure out how to set it to rights again. Why would she think he was a eunuch?

The answer came. Because he must be. The other one. He wet his lips, trying to think of what to say. What would Jack do?

Jack would have sent in someone else, he realized with chagrin. And that's exactly what he did.

Will's lips pursed slightly in annoyance as he thought about Jack. I'll bet he knew... I'll bet he's laughing his dirty baggage off, right at this moment.

“Tell me, Will Turner... how did you manage to slip past me and my first mate, not being a eunuch? We examine everyone very carefully.”

His brows furrowed in confusion. Everyone? They were all eunuchs?

“You'd best be explaining, boy, or I'll correct the problem right now,” she breathed testily, lowering her dagger from his throat to the bulge in his breeches, and Will lifted his head to stare at her.

“I'm sorry for the deception,” he said in what he hoped was a sincere tone. “I couldn't bear to be maimed, but I'd heard of you and admired you and wanted nothing more than to serve on your crew. I never thought you'd know. Never meant to show a shred of disrespect...Captain... Lady E.” He panted, praying she would be mollified for even a moment, till he could spring off the table and make a run for the deck.

She seemed to consider this for a long moment, and he decided to push his luck farther.

“I know you... prefer a certain kind of man for your crew, but since you've already said... since you've said how you wished I weren't... and now, as it turns out I'm not... not so bad, don't you agree?”

She stared at his face as she pressed the blade against his crotch, and he for the first time felt real fear, real terror begin to creep into his belly. Now, she didn't look so nice. Now, she looked a killer. Like a pirate. He was about to dive for her, knock her to the floor to give him at least one chance to escape, when she abruptly withdrew the dagger and placed it back in her belt, and stood up.

“Very well. How odd, though, that you've gotten away with it. Even when you pleasured me, just like all the others.”

Pleasured... her... others? But he dared not ask. He sat up on the table, breathing a sigh of relief. He righted a candle that had toppled over during the struggle, setting it back on its base. When he looked up, she was bending near him again, and she angled her face near his, their lips only inches apart.

“I do remember those pretty lips of yours, too, boy,” she breathed, and kissed him, almost tenderly, before taking his lower lip between her teeth and giving it a hard bite. He jerked backward, wondering if she had bruised him or made him bleed. She still regarded him, as though sizing him up one final time. “But you'd better keep all those other parts of you to yourself. If you want to live. Get out of my cabin. You're dismissed.”

He rose gratefully to his feet, and wondered if he'd have another opportunity to gain her trust, since he'd already nearly blown it. He remembered something Jack said, then... don't forget to ask her name.

He turned back to see her resuming her seat behind the table, and cleared his throat. “Sorry, Captain?”

“What is it?” She sounded extremely vexed.

“If I may ask... what does the 'E' stand for?”

She was quiet for a long moment, leaving him to stand in the doorway, while she retrieved her hat from the table and placed it back on her head. Then she looked at him through narrowed eyes, from under its brim.

“Evil,” she said with another enigmatic smile, and propped her feet back on the table. Will opened and closed his mouth, and then pushed the curtain aside and left.
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