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[Chapter Eighteen:]
[�I want you William, I {need} you,
please darling.�]
Surprised,
but not unpleasantly so, Will ceased his ministrations and tilted his head back
to study Elizabeth. While it was
certainly true that the Turner�s sex life was passionate, playful, and
sometimes even experimental, the couple had yet to practice any sort of
carnality outside the bedroom, save maybe the occasional heavy petting such as
this. Yet apparently, his little lady
vixen was ready to up the stakes.
Misinterpreting
his hiatus as apprehension, Elizabeth�s brow scrunched and she hastily defended
herself, �Well, the door is locked and�and you said yourself that no one comes
here so early, so that I thought-but if you�d rather not-.�
Violently,
Will hefted Elizabeth up by the waist and shoved her against the workman�s
table. He set both powerful arms on
either side of her trembling frame, effectively trapping her between the
proverbial �rock and a hard place�, an extremely impressive hard place at that. �Careful my love,� one roughly calloused
hand was already pooling up her skirts and sought the fastening to her
pantalets greedily; the other firmly cradled her neck and head, rubbing the pad
of his thumb over her lower lip, �I might conclude that by offering me such a
juicy temptation and then abruptly withdrawing that same motion before I can
lay claim, that perchance you might intend to tease me, sweet Elizabeth, like
dangling table scraps for a ravenous dog.
How cruel.�
The first
night Will had made love to Elizabeth had been but a mere week before their
wedding, because young William, loyal and true from the first moment he set
bleary eyes upon his beautiful heroine who rescued him from the water, had
finally lost his chivalrous restraint and celibate patience, deciding that one
more night of denial would rob him of his sanity. The pirate in William rebelled, hogtying the gentleman that Will
had always struggled to maintain and demanding a maiden sacrifice, chip chop,
(oddly the pirate in Will acted suspiciously akin to Jack). So of course, the future groom broke
stealthily into the Swann manor, as a thief slipped into his betrothed�s
virginal bed, and succumbed to his natural and most passionate desires. Elizabeth, of course after the initial
fright of dreaming of her husband-to-be only to have him materialize magically
in her arms, gave one admirable attempt at resistance for the sake of her
ladyhood, not to mention her maidenhead, before indulgently �relenting� to
Will�s overwhelming lust.
That very
night, giggling and shushing each other in a magical afterglow, Elizabeth
confessed to Will her most secret fantasy�
After hiding Will�s pirate pendant
at their very first meeting, the girl Elizabeth used to daydream about the
mysterious �pirate boy�, imaging that he secretly remained a swashbuckler and
only kept the covert identity of a mundane blacksmith�s apprentice to thwart
the authorities. She would pretend
childishly that this brilliant pirate incognito would rediscover his pendant,
therefore deducing that the governor�s daughter knew his dastardly secret and
then he would have no choice but to kidnap her, carrying her away to a plethora
of amazingly fun adventures. As she
grew into a woman and Will into a man, she noticed a heart wrenching difference
in the orphaned blacksmith she so quietly cherished, he became colder and
distant, infuriatingly polite to her and painfully untouchable. Alas, how was she to know this was only a
desperate young man finally resigning himself to the intolerable fate of loving
one he could never have, or believed he could never have? It was at this time, combined with the
natural longings that occur in youth, that Elizabeth�s fantasies became darker
and gradually more sexual. In her now amorous
daydreams, Elizabeth imagined that this frigid facade that William held for her
was merely a ploy to appear unassuming and unsuspecting as his piracy gained
notoriety. In her mind�s eye, Will
still discovered his pendant and still kidnapped her in order to protect his
secret, but that is where the similarities between childhood dreams and a
woman�s fantasies ended. Aboard his
pirate ship, naturally Will would be Captain, the handsome buccaneer would
demand her infallible obedience and�well, things always got a bit sweaty from
there!
From that
very first night and onward, Will seized a very dominant role in the bedroom,
immersing himself to the piracy that boiled his blood, which is probably the
only reason that the pirate in Will was able to tolerate and enjoy land
life. It was amazing the duality
William contained, apparently submissive to Elizabeth in all social occasions
and business on the right side, even blushing at Jack�s persistent teasing in
reference to marital life; then on the left side, a commanding and controlling
master of his domain once the bedroom door was closed. He was most definitely a pirate, through and
through, and Elizabeth couldn�t be happier�or more satisfied.
So here the
Turner�s were, Will loosening Elizabeth�s knickers without relinquishing his
hold upon her and Elizabeth sucking suggestively on his thumb. She twirled her tongue around the digit,
grazing the flesh with her teeth, but never broke eye contact with her growling
husband.
�I guess we
should leave, huh?� Maren frowned, �Not very friendly-like to go-a-peepin�.�
�[Yer
right,]� strangely, Kristy conceded, �[Sort o� a breech o� trust to spy on
one�s friends in such an intimate settin�.]�
�Most
perfidious, true �nough.�
�[Certainly
mendacious, to shit the least.]�
�Judasish,
decidedly.�
�[Flat out
wrong!]�
Leisurely,
deviant grins of pure sin grew upon their shining faces as both medium and
ghost decidedly readjusted themselves to a more comfortable position and
watched with rapt attention.
A grunt of
satisfaction sounded from Will, when his hand snaked into Elizabeth�s pantalets
and found its mark. Arching her head
back, a soundless gasp wrenching her mouth open, Elizabeth appreciatively
grinded against the hand toying with her center. She even dared to stay his hand by grabbing the wrist,
effectively holding him in place while she gyrated against the nimble
digits. �I want them off,� Will
rumbled, in reference to the cotton undergarment, growing damp from his skilled
fingers, �now!�
Releasing a
shaky breath, Elizabeth nodded and freed Will�s hand so she could remove her
knickers like he had ordered, but Will stopped her as she raised her skirts
up. A rogue�s smirk touched his lips
while he kneeled before her, reaching his rough hands up to perform the honors
himself. They slid tantalizingly slow
under the waist of the garment in order to properly caress the quivering skin
underneath. Inch by precious inch, the
cloth slid down Elizabeth�s shapely legs, Will marking its progress by trailing
a wet tongue upon her newly exposed skin.
He traveled from bellybutton to the kneecap with a sudden hiatus at
Elizabeth�s inner thigh, already smelling strongly of her desire. Here, Will sank eager teeth into her white
flesh, sucking vehemently and burning her with the heat from his fervent mouth. Crying out before she remembered through a
lust-filled haze exactly where they were and the necessity for quiet, she bit
her lip brutally to stifle the calls of ecstasy. However, she did not still her hand from clasping Will�s silky
hair and unceremoniously pushing his face towards her sex.
Will only
chuckled darkly, pecking a quick kiss to the dark triangle of hair between
Elizabeth�s legs and bracing his hands upon her hips to hold her off, �My poor
love, you are much too loud for me to taste you here. Wait until tonight, then neither hell nor high water will pry my
mouth from your sweet fruit, I swear it.�
�Then hurry
Will,� groaning, she relinquished his hair to fondle the shell of his ear
enticingly, �you may cover my mouth if it suits you, but please, I am in a
desperation!�
�Indeed,
desperation you say?� the amusement in Will�s voice was mischievously dangerous
and Elizabeth shivered as the excitement tickled sparks up and down her spine,
�Mayhap, I could aide you in your malady if you but articulate what exactly you
would require of me.� Lingering on his
knees before her, Will leaned back with one stressed arm and let the other hand
trail seductively over his abdomen. He
winked at her, perfectly aware of the debauched spectacle he was making of himself,
before pointedly stroking the swelling trapped in his trousers, �Say it,
Elizabeth.�
She
practically wept in jealous frustration as she witnessed Will�s head lull back
and eyes close, slightly moaning in his own pleasure. Dumbly, she dropped her skirts and relished in the sight of him,
splayed out in front of her like a delightful banquet of flesh. �Take me,� without hesitation, she cooed to
him, caressing the valley from her neck to her breasts, ��fuck me
William.� Somewhat abashed and pleased
with herself, Elizabeth was able to stare Will directly in the eye when she
said this and only the tiniest hint of a blush crested her high cheek bones.
With all
the stealth and agility that had made Will a master swordsman, he bounded up,
lifting Elizabeth by the thighs to sit upon his workman�s table. Immediately their mouths sought each other
out, smacking louder than the crackle of the fire behind them. Two pairs of hands drifted to Will�s
trousers, but Elizabeth aggressively batted Will�s away. �Please Will, this is my favorite part,� she
impishly plead, her lip pouting and eyes begging. Smirking, he consented a nod and watched her eagerly spring his
manhood free with a certain amount of justified pride.
Kristy
whistled appreciatively, �[Well sod me!
Now that, dear Pet, is a cock to speak highly of!]�
�Truly?�
straining her neck and head around, Maren studied the organ, red and throbbing,
as only a wondering virgin could. This
was certainly by no means her first glimpse of the male sex, having seen many
drunk and naked sailors in Tortuga what with the street-prostitutes, public
urination, victims of robbery, or losers of intense gambling, and of course
their were always a smorgasbord of perverts, but all that aside, this was the
first time Maren had actually [wanted] to see a man�s genitals. A well of curiosity bubbled in Maren and
though a part of her loathed to ask, knowing full well what Kristy would
insinuate from her question, Maren just had to inquire as nonchalantly as she
could, ��how does he compare to Jack, I wonder?�
�[�]� Kristy
didn�t answer her and, in the smithy, Will was groaning wantonly as Elizabeth
petted his swollen shaft, almost worshipping it in her reverence.
�Damn it,
Kristy I asks ye a question,� annoyed at being ignored, Maren communicated
telepathically �louder�, while never taking her eyes from the Turners, who had
resumed their consuming kisses and were gathering Elizabeth�s skirts over her
hips, �How�s that wanker size up with Jack�s wanker?�
�[�]�
Though the ghost said nothing,
Maren swore she heard the wraith suppress a giggle. Exasperated, Maren moved to turn and glare at her-
-and almost died of sheer shock as a jeweled hand clapped around
her mouth and a brawny lean arm wrapped firmly around her waist, preventing her
from jumping up and bolting. She recognized
the smell of rum and ocean even before his husky slurring voice whispered,
hissing into her ear, �Looks like our William�s not a eunuch after all.�
Oh
God! She�d been caught! Dear Jesus, just let her die!
Maren,
mortified to the point of tears, attempted to free herself, but Jack only
chuckled quietly, tightening his hold upon her, �Careful now luv, Will�s got
excellent hearin�. Wouldn�t want him
catchin� us devious lechers, would ye?�
Immediately,
Maren froze in Jack�s twisted embrace, her ears prickling for any hint that the
Turners weren�t otherwise occupied with themselves. The heavy breathing and small sighs continued unimpeded. Panting herself, cleavage rising and falling
in the confines of her neckline, Maren slowly faced Jack and shot him a
smoldering glare until he finally released her mouth, but not the grasp he held
around her waist. The gold teeth that
flashed in his incubus grin seemed to mock Maren�s embarrassment and anger. With a flourish of his dancing hand, he
cupped Maren�s chin, squeezing the cheeks together comically and resolutely
rotated her head towards the gaping crack in the woodwork. �Watch the show, Maren,� he murmured
hoarsely, lapping at the shell of her ear with his viperous tongue and blowing
a cool breath upon the wetted skin.
Maren
shivered and closed her eyes, totally at Jack�s mercy. Some sensible part of Maren vainly attempted
to fight the seduction by brooding over the guilt of spying on her friends, the
shame of suddenly finding the scene incurably arousing, the mistrust of the man
who, even now, brazenly embraced her in some tactless back alley, and the vague
wonderment of where the hell Kristy had so conveniently disappeared to. But every clamoring concern was muted as
Jack traced the arc of her neck with his rough lips, his fingertips gently
caressing Maren�s jaw line. As if
hypnotized, Maren surrendered, leaning back against Jack and steadily opening
her eyes.
Will was
positioning his weeping shaft at Elizabeth�s moist entrance, never taking his
plunging tongue away her mouth. Her
bare thighs were spread in vulnerable exposure, her stockings and shoes still
on, but the eroticism of the alluring pose only stimulated her urges and she
tried to thrust her hips forward in order to capture her husband�s teasing
cock.
Oh no, this
did not suit William at all, he was the one in control here! [He] was the one to do the fucking, not
sweet Elizabeth, his sweet debauched little private strumpet, offered wantonly
before him like a sluttish whore�
Growling,
Will viciously shoved Elizabeth backward and pinned her with one strong arm to
the worktable. The food and basket she
had brought crashed forgotten to the floor.
How she loved his forceful side!
Elizabeth�s head lulled back and she moaned, let the neighbors be
damned, as Will rubbed the head of his penis temptingly over the swollen lips
of her sex. Tossing her head to and
fro, she opened her legs even wider and reveled in the intense rapture of
anticipation.
In the
alley, Maren gasped when Jack began aggressively licking and sucking her
nape. The hand round her waist was
roughly stroking her torso, from firm caresses at her waist to demanding gropes
at her breasts. She clutched at his
beaded hair and scalp, urging him on as she stretched her neck to the side for
him to ravish the plane of peach skin located there. Her lust-heavy eyes remained desperately fixed upon the frenzied
couple entwining in the smithy.
Grabbing
Elizabeth�s hips from under her upraised skirts, Will mercilessly dug his white
fingers into the soft skin and hefted her up.
At the same instant, he gave a mighty thrust of his pelvis forward,
ramming inside the silken tunnel of his sultry wife. Neither could stop the animalistic cry that fell from their lips
at the blissful contact, this most primitive connection of heat and moisture.
Jack,
sitting almost childishly cross-legged, tugged Maren into his lap, her back
still pressed to him. Her pulse
quickened in exhilaration when an undeniable bulge pressed against her bottom
and somehow, without Maren�s brain having been informed or consulted, her hand
was squeezing his thigh, letting one brave index finger leisurely stroke the
erected member. Sucking in a harsh
breath, Jack smiled in pure enjoyment as Maren�s meek fondling became heavier
handed and more assured, but when he started to lazily gather her skirts up,
intending to return the favor, Maren suddenly tensed up.
A steady
rocking motion was causing the worktable to creak ominously and Elizabeth�s
mewling whimpers were perfect punctuations to the noise. Will�s own sounds were more constant but
quieter, a winded moan kept catching exotically in his brassy throat. And as percussion to this symphony of
love-making, grunting breaths and rhythmic pants pounded from their bodies, seasoned
with the telltale clapping of skin against skin, as they grinded and thrust,
plunged and rocked, in unison and in contrast.
The sounds
were as intoxicating to Maren�s ears as the sight was to her eyes. Satisfied, Jack immediately continued his journey
up Maren�s skirts once he felt her relax languidly and completely succumb to
Jack�s petting. He progressed slowly,
lest he startle her again, tickling lightly at her calf then guiding calloused
fingertips over the curve of her knee.
A tingling craving, that began as a mere tremble but soon consumed to an
insatiable burning, stirred in Maren�s belly and she could feel it almost
sentiently whisper to her, [spread your legs, let him touch you]�so she did,
without a care for consequence.
Jack was
damn close to daftly cheering when Maren consented to part her thighs in
invitation to his wandering hand, but he restrained himself. Sliding up and down her inner thigh, each
pass coming nearer his delicious target, Jack buried his face in the satiny
strands of Maren�s hair and wished it wasn�t pinned up, so confined. Meanwhile, Maren was mindless to her
surroundings, entirely obsessed with the languid progression of Jack�s
hand. Every taunting caress that mocked
her by falling short of her need, sparked the desire in her to flair heatedly,
driving her mad with unsatisfied [want].
At long last, the pirate brushed slight fingertips over Maren�s
quivering sex and she felt the flame in her blaze uncontrollably. Groaning deep in alto, Maren tentatively
moved her hips against the jeweled hand between her legs. She gasped in delight, heartening that it
was possible for her to take her own pleasure and assertively thrust against
Jack again, gratified by the pulse of bliss that shot up from her sensual
nerves. The fact that Jack had stilled
the hand cupping over her center finally registered in Maren�s oversexed
thoughts and she also noticed that his hot breath was shallow upon the back of
her neck. �What was he waiting for?�
she dreamily wondered, but didn�t dare halt her gyrations, too absorbed in the
pleasure she was receiving. Yet a
certain throbbing lump poking into her backside caught her attention and
suddenly Maren understood Jack�s distraction, the rocking of her hips was only
barely scraping that proud manhood, so desperate for contact.
Biting her
lip and closing her eyes in concentration, Maren shifted her waist down in such
a fashion that both the medium barmaid and pirate captain felt an incredible
surge of heavenly friction against their respective parts. In fact, Jack was so surprised by the
virgin�s instinctual initiative, that he reflexively bolted his own hips
forward, almost de-seating his lap�s joyful occupant. A scream almost erupted in Maren�s throat when Jack kneaded the
palm of his hand against her core in time with their dancing grinds, but by
some miracle she swallowed the shriek and only squeaked demurely. Purring, Jack laid a teaching hand on the
swell of Maren�s hip to gently guide the frantic humping, urging them to find a
rhythm together, a steady sensuous beat.
Almost
drugged on lust, Maren opened her eyes in time to watch Will ferociously jerk
the neckline and sleeves of Elizabeth�s dress down off her slim shoulders,
scooping the pesky shift and corset down with it and exposing her two elegant
breasts. Never lulling in his incessant
thrusting, his brows crossed in a passionate expression of divine contentment
as he hungrily descended on those pert globes of flesh. He nuzzled her bosom endearingly, all but
chastely, then licked the perfumed skin with idly lengthy laps of his red
tongue. Mopping around the rigid
nipple, her bust shining from the tantalizing trail of his saliva, Will took
pity on his tortured beloved and suckled greedily at the neglected nub of
flesh. Elizabeth shouted his name
loudly and faintly panicked back into reality, Will hurriedly covered her mouth
with his free hand. His right hand was
already set to work squeezing and pinching the other breast. In her sexual frenzy, Elizabeth savored the
dominating gesture and rakishly sucked at his fingers, tongue ravenously
tasting his palm, kissing his hand in passionate fury.
Having been
properly inspired by Will, Jack slid his unoccupied hand down Maren�s bodice
and coarsely worried her nipple.
She
suddenly pulled violently away from Jack�s clutching cuddle and for a brief
confused moment Jack had thought maybe he�d lost her, that she was trying to
escape him, but he was gladly mistaken.
Spinning hastily about, Maren unceremoniously pounced atop Jack,
effectively laying them down flat to the dusty cobblestones and knocking off
Jack�s precious hat. Her mouth crashed
brutally upon his, mewling kittenishly.
She thoroughly probed his slack mouth that relaxed so Maren could take
the reigns of the embrace. His hands
nudged her thighs, casually suggesting they spread further, until she got the
message and straddled his hips. Maren
almost swallowed her heart when Jack�s strained erection rested against her
damp entrance, while his hands traveled leisurely over her arms and back. Reverently, she opened her sparkling eyes to
gaze at the kohl and beaded pirate, resting her hands flatly against his chest
as she pecked sloppy adoring kisses all over his face, from the scarf on his forehead
to the tip of the nose and from his whiskered chin to each decorated
eyelid. Jack grinned drunkenly up at
her, though he couldn�t recall yet drinking that morning�okay, not yet drinking
[that] much.
They
stopped a moment when the groans from inside the smithy began to evolve in
tempo and intensity. Pirate and barmaid
exchanged devilish smiles, in truth Maren�s smile was somewhat tinged with shy
coyness, and upon Jack�s lewd wink, started to move together, long exaggerated
pulls and pushes, driving their engorged sexes together despite the cursed
layers of fabric that kept them apart.
Both breathed heavily through their nostrils, not trusting their mouths
should they open their lips and call out in their passion. Keeping pace with the vigorous couple in the
smithy, Maren and Jack gripped their hands together, Maren�s head lulling back,
eyes squinting tightly shut, mouth gaping soundlessly. Jack�s own eyes narrowed, memorizing this
gorgeous picture that was sitting atop his body and for years afterward, this
was how he remembered the medium, lost within herself, lost with him.
Maren felt
a shivering sensation, consuming all sense into pleasure and building to
envelope her body entire. Sweet Mary,
what was this feeling? This madness? It was demanding a finish, a finale�
But that
didn�t happen, because Jack abruptly stopped his motions and held Maren�s
rocking hips resolutely still. The
tiniest huff of sheer frustration sounded from Maren�s panting mouth as she
glared, hatefully confused, down at Jack who returned her stare with a cheerful
smirk. Next door a tremendous muffled
cry tore from Elizabeth and Maren could practically hear the lucky lady�s toes
curling while Will released an impressive roar that eventually became a dark
purring in his throat. Envious, Maren
turned her head to watch how fortunate Elizabeth was, so satisfied with Will,
sweaty and exhausted, collapsed on top of her.
Returning that fuming glower back down to Jack, Maren clutched her hands
white-knuckled upon his waistcoat and [frowned].
�Sorry
sweetheart,� sitting up with Maren still spanning his lap, Jack whispered and
chuckled quietly, �But somethin�-call it �male instinct� if ye will, tells me
ye be a screamer.� He absently traced
her cleavage line with his pinkie, �Did I hit the mark? Ye a screamer Maren?�
Batting his
hand angrily away from her breasts, Maren bit, �Guess we�ll never know,� before
stomping up to her standing feet and marching away. Jack sat dumbly for a moment.
What the hell was that? He
grabbed his hat and followed.
Maren
stormed down the back alleys of Port Royal, absolutely furious. She had been so close, so bloody close! To what exactly, she wasn�t quite sure�but
she knew she had been damn close to it!
Of course, she knew about orgasms on a strictly vocabulary basis,
courtesy of Kristy�s sexual education which could be summed up thusly, �Big
cocks are fun, but small cocks are easy and just stay clear from the cock that
comes with a midget, two ladies o� relation, and a donkey�there be some thin�s
even a whore wo�n do!� Honestly, Maren
had always suspected that Kristy was embellishing the myth about climaxes,
after all most of her other sexual escapades were fibs, (at least Maren hoped
and prayed they were, otherwise the world might be a good deal sicker then she
had come to believe).
Behind her,
Jack�s booted steps were catching up and her anger flared. Why had he stopped? She had been [so] close�
Swaying in
his inebriated sashay, Jack spun about in front of Maren walking gracefully
backwards, arms dancing about, �All right, so ye not a screamer, me original
point was that regardless o� yer climatic vocals, whether ye be a groaner,
crier, o� an [o� papa]-type-gel, we were not at liberty to be causin� a ruckus,
savvy?�
�Oh,� in
her intense craving, Maren hadn�t even fathomed being caught in such an awkward
position. All the world had seemed so
utterly inconsequential when she was distracted in Jack�s embrace, �Savvy.�
Unexpectedly,
Jack stopped his backward procession and reached out his hands to cup Maren�s
cheek, �That aside, Maren-me-dove�how �bout moanin�? I bet ye a moaner, eh?�
He snapped his fingers in front of her nose and waved his hand about,
�Nay I got it, a sigh-er?�
Defeated
and annoyed, Maren ground through her teeth, �Jack, ye horse�s arse, ye be
perfectly �ware that I never [been] with no man.�
Jack
returned her frustration with some of his own, his smile fading into a
lop-sided frown. Curtly condescending,
Jack explained, his flourishing hands illustrating his words, �Look-see, Maren,
apparently we be havin� a [comm-un-i-ca-tion pro-blem]. So let�s start over, shall we? Did�n ask ye �bout men. I, Cap�n Jack Sparrow, for reasons o� me own
sexual perversion, wish to know what sort o� noise you, Maren Attle that�s
you-,� somehow she restrained herself from slapping that patronizing expression
off of his face, �-make when ye come, climax, orgasm, le petite mort for
buggery sake! For example, one Missus
Turner is, what I refer to as a �crier�, for obvious reasons, though perhaps
she is a �screamer�, hard to tell with Mister Turner�s hand over her
mouth.� When she didn�t respond, only
staring at him incredulity, Jack furthered, �Well woman?�
��I do�n
know��
�What ye
mean ye do�n-!�ooooh,� Jack stared blankly at her, crossing an arm over his
chest and vaguely chewing on one fingernail.
He spoke carefully this time, �Not never?�
Maren shook
her head.
�Well�Christ,
why not?�
Maren
shrugged her shoulders.
�But
ye�ve�tried, by yer onesies?�
�Jack!!�
His
eyebrows rose and his kohl eyes shone, �I take that as an �aye�. So, it is fair to say, stop me if I be
wrong, that the littl� dry-hump back there was the first taste o� physical
gratification yer goddess form has ever, [ever] experienced? Oh dear Lord, this brings out the artist in
me!� He swiped a thoughtful tongue over
his lips and steepled his palms together so his fingers could fidget.
Hesitantly,
Maren nodded and then added, interested, �Goddess? What was that, �bout me [goddess] form �gain?�
Eureka! Hence Jack discovered a crack in Maren�s finicky fa�ade,
flattery! And to Jack flattery was like
apologies, to be shoveled out liberally for shameless self-benefit, �Oh aye, o�
course, goddess at the very least, me beauty.
Why ye practically breathe sexuality, nay! Nay, sensuality, more lady-like.
Ye be a sensually potent creature, Maren, a livin� aphrodisiac!� Several images of virginal metaphors spun
through Jack�s tipsy mind. Flower? Too
hokey. Moon? Too Greek. Wine? Might work, refined in subject, a tad
overdone in poetry though, but overall a fine female allegory, �Oh Maren, me
siren, let me inform ye o� somthin�, ye are like an aged wine, rare and superb
in flavor. Ye possess a valuable and
coveted treasure that any man would lay down his life for. And all I man need do to partake o� yer sweet
liquor is pop yer cork�[fuck] er, I mean corkscrew yer, [shit]�umm, pry ye
open�is it too late to go back to the flower metaphor?�
Instead of the insult Jack was
expecting, and probably well deserved he was the first to admit, Maren smiled,
rolling her blue eyes, �How �bout escortin� me back to the Turner place,
that�ll give ye time to come up with a better line then �pop me cork�.� She reached shyly for his hand, the blush
somewhat contained to the plane�s of her heart cheekbones, and tugged Jack along. They walked quickly, perhaps anxious to move
on to bigger and better things, and rounded a corner-
-to which, Maren suddenly found
herself completely and unexpectedly alone, Jack having disappeared without a
trace.
Perplexed, she stopped dead in her tracks and looked
curiously about for the missing, and apparently, incredibly stealthy
pirate. She didn�t locate him right
away, but did notice the half dozen Navy men standing about, so that�s why
Sparrow had vanished. Before Maren could fade away as well, unobserved back
into the alley and to Jack, she heard a familiar clipped, yet still warm, voice
greet her from the roadway, �Miss Attle, how pleasant to see you. What brings you about?� The Commodore waved her over and there was a
degree of hopefulness in that last phrase that didn�t escape Maren�s attention.
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