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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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Disclaimers –
double sob…!
Chapter
nineteen: ‘Oh no Captain, there’s a knack to polishing.’
Jenny looked at
scene on the deck of The Black Pearl as the crew relaxed after two days
of back breaking work transferring the booty to the ship. The musicians,
Jack included, played a medley of shanties that had everyone jigging or tapping
their feet. She took a large draught of ale then lifted her skirts to mid
calf and began to dance a jig barefoot, which made the whole deck erupt in
calls and whistles of appreciation. Her hair, having come lose from its
binding, was flying wildly around as she spun faster and faster until the ship
became a blur and she came to stop, clinging onto someone for support, laughing
excitedly.
‘You enjoying
yerself darlin?’ came Jack’s husky voice from behind, his hot breath caressing
her ear.
‘I’m having a
wonderful time, Jack. Are you going to dance with me or do I have to find
myself another partner?’
‘Ya want me
ter dance?’ He looked at her in alarm as she grinned at him.
‘Yes Captain
Sparrow, I want you to dance with me but first you take off your boots,
I don’t want crushed toes.’
Once he was free
of his boots, Jenny grabbed his hand and pulled him to the middle of the deck
amid good natured catcalls and jeers from the crew, then placed her hand on his
shoulder and squealed as Jack spun her around in time to the music.
Around the main mast they went, across to starboard, then along the deck until
they came to the steps leading to the poop deck, away from the main crowd of
men.
‘Well, well,
well. Look where we’ve ended up, Jenny Wren,’ he drawled
laconically, leading her to the stern and leaning against the rail, pulling her
to him. ‘Still enjoyin’ yerself?’ he whispered, nuzzling her neck then
her ear, smiling to himself as he felt her shiver in his arms.
‘Mmm, more than
ever,’ she murmured softly, tangling her fingers in Jack’s long hair and
kneading his scalp. She gasped as his hot mouth closed over her throat
and started sucking on it, making slurping noises as he did. ‘Jack!
The men might see…’
‘They’re too
busy celebratin’ luv. We could always go ter me cabin though, if ya
like? Ya bleeds have finished, haven’t they?’ He brought his mouth
up to hers and caught her bottom lip in his teeth, running the tip of his
tongue along it.
‘Oh… Jack…’
Jenny panted, kissing him hard.
‘I’ll take that
as a yes ter both then, shall I?’ he laughed as he broke away from her
embrace. ‘C’mon luv.’ He led the way down the hatch to his cabin,
locking the door behind him.
She looked
around the cabin as Jack lit the lamps, staring in wonder at the jewels and
gems that were strewn about the cabin and open chests. ‘What will you do
with it all?’ Jenny wished she’d brought a mug of ale with her to wet her
parched mouth.
‘Sell most of
it, barter some an’ keep th’rest.’ Jack padded over to where she was
standing and kissed her roughly, pushing her against the cabin wall as he did,
hands tugging at the buttons of her blouse and slipping inside once they were
undone. Jenny quivered at the feel of his rough hands caressing her body
and arched her back as he teased her nipples into hard buds.
Jenny reached
down and pulled the sash around Jack’s waist, throwing it aside when it came
lose in her hands then turn her attention to his shirt, sliding it off and
running her hands along his strong shoulders, feeling the hard muscles rippling
with her progress. Jack untied the knot in her skirt and tugged letting
it and her knickers drop in a circle at her feet then sank to his knees and
buried his face in the mass of hair between her legs, his tongue licking and
probing, his fingers kneading her buttocks and pulling her in to him.
‘Jack!
Oh God Jack, what are you doing?’ Jenny flattened herself against the
cabin wall as waves of desire shot through her body and all thought fled her
mind except the feeling that Jack was giving her until she felt that was going
to explode and the world seemed to scream. He slowlyworked his way back
up her body until they were level, a feral grin splitting his face as her
kissed her, letting Jenny taste herself in his mouth.
‘That’s just fer
starters luv, there’s plenty more where that came from…’ Jack’s head spun
round at a knock on the cabin door, his beads hitting Jenny’s head. ‘Sod
off,’ he spat, his body tensing with anger.
‘Sorry Cap’n,
but Billy Wheeler and Jonas Lowe are fightin’ sir. They’ve drawn
knives.’ Davy Phillips sounded apprehensive. ‘Mr. Gibbs is, erm…
drunk.’
‘Bleedin’
hell! There are times I wish I was still a bleedin’ cabin boy.’
Jack grabbed his shirt from the floor and shrugged apologetically at
Jenny. ‘Sorry luv, don’t go away,’ then he unlocked the door and
disappeared out of the cabin, leaving her feeling slightly bewildered.
She went to pull
on a shift but decided against it, liking the freedom and naughtiness of
wandering around naked. She picked up a heavy chain with a huge amethyst
tear-drop pendant and put it on, admiring herself in a jewel encrusted hand
mirror. Then Jenny spied a pair of diamond and pearl drop ear-rings and
fastened those to her ears, feelings them brush against her shoulders when she
moved her head. She looked around at the rest of the haul, enjoying
herself thoroughly and gasped with delight when she spotted a strand of golden
pearls so long that she wound it around her waist and knotted it, so the strand
hung down her leg. She picked up a pair diamond studded combs and put her
hair up roughly with them then pulled on a pair of her dress shoes and began
dancing around the cabin in time to the music, which had started up
again. So engrossed was Jenny in her dance that she did not notice Jack
return and lean against the cabin wall, watching her with a look of pure lust
in his eyes. He waited until she came close to him and stepped out,
taking her in his arms and whirling her around the cabin.
‘Jack! You
scared the bloody life out of me,’ she laughed then caught her breath as she
saw the look in his eyes. She pulled his shirt open once more and fastened
her lips over a nipple, sucking on it while her fingers worked at the laces on
his breeches.
Jack tensed his
body as he fought to keep control, a growl escaping his lips as Jenny bit his
nipple then licked it, the ear-rings ticking his ribs as they brushed against
him.
‘Jen,’ he
panted. ‘I ain’t goin’ ter last luv, so how ‘bout ya polish me yardarm
then we can get down ter th’proper business afterwards, eh?’
‘Polish your
yardarm?’ Jenny laughed, amusement dancing in her eyes as she pulled
his breeches down and took his manhood in her hand, moving it up and down his
shaft.
‘Harder luv.’
‘Oh no Captain,
there’s a knack to polishing. You have to start off slowly then build up to a
quicker pace to give a better finish.’
‘Jenny Samuels,
if I didn’t know better I’d say you were teasin’ me,’ Jack growled, hitching
his breath as she moved round to the back of him and gripped harder while
flicking her tongue across his ear-lobe.
‘Teasing?
Oh Captain, would I do such a thing?’
‘Yer bloody well
doin’ it now luv. Oh God Jen, harder.’
‘Are you begging
me, Jack? Will you beg me?’ She pushed her hips forward and
brushed her pubic hair against Jack’s taut buttocks, feeling him shudder in her
arms.
‘I beg ya Jen,
harder, please…’ he moaned as she tightened her grip on him and
quickened her pace then brought her free hand around and cupped his balls,
squeezing gently until she felt them tighten and Jack cry out as his hot liquid
shot from him in urgent spurts until he was spent and limp in her arms.
‘Polished to your
satisfaction, sir?’ Jenny chuckled, leading the way to the bunk and lying
down on it, the pendant nestling between her breasts and the golden pearls
splaying across the covelet.
‘More than to me
satisfaction, woman.’ Jack took hold of her foot and sucked on her toes
then worked his way up her leg until her reached her groin, biting the tender
flesh where leg and body joined, causing Jenny to gasp then moan as he licked
the bite. He went up a little further until her reached her belly button
and thrust the tip of his tongue inside, wriggling it around and making her
squirm. Up to her breasts he went, taking the pendant in his mouth and
playing around with it before letting it drop back in place and fastening his
mouth over a nipple, suckling on it like a babe while his hand probed between
her legs, fingers working her to a climax then prolonging it until he eased
himself inside her and started thrusting, feeling her contracting against his
prick as he rode her passion.
He rolled them
both over so that she was straddling him and grasped her hips with his hands,
guiding her to a rhythm with his thrusts, his thumbs rubbing her hip bones
making her gasp and moan. She pulled the combs from her hair and shook it
loose then leaned forward and kissed Jack hungrily until she broke off the kiss
to cry out in ecstasy as her body convulsed in climax again.
‘Up Jen, sit
up,’ Jack gasped, his thrusts getting more urgent until he arched his hips and
drove hard into her as he let loose his seed, a look of rapture on his face.
…
… … …
They crept about
the deck of The Black Pearl quietly, stepping over the drunken bodies of
the crew.
‘Do you always
celebrate like this after finding treasure?’ Jenny whispered, although
she doubted the men would wake even if she shouted at the top of her voice.
‘Nah luv, if
we’re closer ter a town it’s wilder, more reckless.’ Jack climbed down
the rope to a boat and held it steady while Jenny made her way down.
‘It will be
safe, won’t it?’ Doubt sounded in her voice as Jack rowed them the short
distance to the shore.
‘Aye luv,
th’natives ain’t goin’ ter hurt us. We’ll leave th’food an’ wine at the
mound then we can get out o’this bloody place.’ He jumped from the boat
and helped Jenny out then they both heaved the boat onto the rocky beach and
lifted the chest, which he had loaded onto the boat before she woke, out.
They carried it carefully to the mound, another slab and all the rocks
having been replaced after the treasure had been brought out. They put
the chest down, watching as the Spanish speaking Indian approached them.
‘Here’s our
offerin’ to your Gods,’ Jack waved a hand indicating the chest, then opened it,
revealing the finest food the galley of The Pearl had to offer and
bottles of wine and spirits from the hold.
‘Our Gods will
be most pleased, thank you. You are leaving now?’
‘Yes.
Well, as soon as my men wake up, we will.’ Jack clasped his hands
together and bowed his head then took Jenny’s hand and led her back to the
boat, leaving the Indian to look at the food in wonder.
The captain of The
Black Pearl began rousing his men as soon as they were back on board,
kicking them gently and sometimes none too gently in the ribs, until one by one
they starting coming to, the deck soon being filled with the groans and retching
of hung-over men.
‘Ya call
yerselves pirates an’ ya can’t even hold yer drink? Bloody ‘ell,’ Jack
goaded as more men attempted to stand. ‘Get yerselves down to th’galley,
Jen’s cooked up some breakfast then we can set sail from this bleedin’ place fer
good.’
The thought of
leaving the inlet and Strait seemed to work in sobering the men up and they
piled down to the galley where Jenny had a couple of cauldrons of porridge on
the boil. She smiled at Jack as he joined the men then took his bowl over
to him, bobbing her tongue out at the good natured jeers from the rest of the
men.
‘You goin’ ter
serve us all, lass?’ Pete winked cheekily.
‘Get your bloody
own,’ she retorted, playfully. ‘Do you good to work for a change.’
The mess erupted
at the banter and breakfast was consumed amid light hearted chatter and
joviality, everyone on board eager to set sail. The mood was somewhat
dampened as Billy Wheeler and Jonas Lowe were brought up from the brig for
their punishment.
Jack stood
before them, hands on hips, feet spread and a hard look on his face. He
took the list of Articles off Mr. Gibbs and read from them then looked up at
both men. ‘I hope ya’ve both cooled down now?’ he growled angrily.
‘Aye Cap’n,
sorry Cap’n. It won’t happen again.’ Both men looked down at the
deck contritely.
‘Damn right it
won’t. Mr. Gibbs, ten lashes each if you please.’
‘Aye, aye
Cap’n. Who started th’fight?’
‘I did,’ the
whisper from Jonas Lowe was barely audible.
‘Right, you go
first. Lash him up.’ Joshamee Gibbs stood and waited while Jonas
Lowe was tied up then stripped himself to the waist and took the
cat-o-nine-tails from its pouch.
Jenny winced as
the first stroke hit Jonas Lowe’s back, making him whimper through the gag in
his mouth. After half a dozen or so lashes, she was starting to feel
queasy at the sight of the blood and skin trailing down the youngster’s body
and she seriously wondered if she’d be able to watch the other flogging but
knew she had to. It was her duty. Davy and Pete untied Jonas and
carried him carefully away to the side of the ship where a bucket of sea water
was poured over his back, causing him to scream in agony for the first
time. Jenny turned her attention to Billy Wheeler who was already strung
up, sweat running down his face. She closed her eyes as the cat struck
home and kept them closed throughout the lashing, hoping no-one would notice.
‘S’all right
Jen, it’s over now luv,’ came Jack’s whisper and she opened her eyes
tentatively to his sympathetic look.
‘I-I’m sorry
Jack, I could not….’
‘I know luv, ya
did well ter stay.’ He waited until the punished men were carried below
by their mates then gave the order to set sail, waving at the Indians lining
the shore of the inlet, watching the majestic black ship sail from their lives.
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