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Chapter List
- 1-The Princess and the Pirate
- 2-Chapter 2
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Hello readers! This is my first work of fiction I have
posted so be nice and above all enjoy it! Reviews are great, to know whether
you like (or hate) my story will definitely make me write more so please review.

If some of the details (geography, ages etc) aren�t completely accurate, use a little poetic
licence huh people? This is set approximately 22 years after the events of
�Curse of the Black Pearl� and doesn�t take into account anything that happened
in �Dead Man�s Chest� or POTC:3 (I don�t remember what it�s called :s) so
pretend they never happened and enjoy!

This chapter contains scenes of a sexual nature, not too
graphic but hey thought you might like a warning.

Chapter 2

After the interruption that had been Lilly the pirates of
the Black Pearl had settled down,
drowning their sorrows in jug after jug of rum until sorrow turned into raucous
laughter, a drunken haze settling over the men. Apart from
Nicolas. Unlike his mates he did not enjoy the fog of inebriation,
preferring to watch rather than participate. He also did not partake in the
�taking� of whores for the night, preferring not to have to pay for his women;
such a profession he deemed as being in the lowest ranks of society anyway,
even lower than being a Navy man. As he watched Joe and the other men tug at
the girls around them, pulling them down into sloppy kisses and groping at
their chests his thoughts went back to Lilly. He�d known the girl less than
three minutes but already he despised her more than he despised all other
whores. To say such things about their Captain, such lies just to get money�he
could feel his fists clenching on the table and pushing his chair back he went
to the bar, leaning against it.
�Ale.�
At the grunted request Amelia turned around, eyes narrowing
at the pirate on the other side of the bar and with a short nod she grabbed a
jug and went to the tap, her eyes fixed firmly on the flowing liquid and
certainly not on him. His eyes however, well, they had been at sea a long time.
He couldn�t believe the curly-haired barmaid (hadn�t the whore said something
about her owning it?) was a harlot like her sister, though why shouldn�t she
be? It seemed most of the women of the right age (and some distinctly younger
or much, much older than this) on the island were, why should she be any
different? The slamming of the jug down in front of him broke the man from his
thoughts and he raised his eyes to look at Amelia, nodding with a small smile
in thanks and putting a few coins down on the bar.
�Ale�s on th�house,� she said pushing
them back towards him, �We�ve got plenty of it. Though yer men are drinkin� us out of
rum.�
�I�ll ask �em to slow down,� he
said, the smile widening a little as he took a gulp of his drink. It went down
a little easier than rum but the taste still made him want to gag. �Why�d ye
say �your men�?� he queried, noticing she had not yet moved away and the young
woman shrugged lightly.
�Y�seem like the leader,� she
replied, �The captain I suppose since�� His eyes dropped to the jug in front of
him and he took another gulp, Amelia�s face softening a little and she sighed.
�I am sorry to hear �bout him,� she said quietly, ��e was a good man.�
�Did ye know him?� Raising his head Nicolas saw a flash of
fear cross the young woman�s eyes and again she shrugged lightly before moving
away to busy herself with cleaning some of the jugs. Sighing himself Nicolas
leant his forearms on the bar, watching her. �So are ye not going to join the
other girls?� he asked, gesturing with his head behind him to the giggling gaggle
of whores around his crewmen.
�I�m not a whore,� Amelia replied with something of a
chuckle, �But I do own the brothel.�
�And this place?� When she answered
that she co-owned it with Bernadette Nicolas had to raise his eyebrows,
impressed. So she was no whore that was for sure.

Andrew had returned to the bar as soon as he had lost sight
of Lilly, knowing he had not been missed. Now, as he left again and moved
through the streets of Tortuga he knew no one
would wonder where he had gone, they were all too drunk. He of course wasn�t
exactly sober; their rum supplies had been badly hit at that attack by the Navy
and he hadn�t had a good drink in a while. He also hadn�t had a good woman in a
while and at the thought a confident smirk crossed the pirate�s lips. Yes there
had been plenty to choose from in the �Arms� but he had someone special in
mind.
Lilly�s evening had thus far been a waste. The oaf of a
messenger man had left by the time she returned and he had taken his money with
him. Now, as she sat at her small dressing table in the room she used in the
�Faithful Bride� powdering her face white her eyes drifted to the small casket
she knew was hidden in a locked chest under the bed, safe from prying eyes.
Dropping the puff she heaved a sigh, pinching her eyes closed and forcing
herself not to think about it. It had to stay hidden, her mother had told her
so, made her promise on her death bed never to show it to anyone, no matter
what it may prove.
A quick knock at the door snapped Lilly from her daze and she
stifled a groan; as much as she enjoyed her work and liked the money she got
from it, it was nights like this when she�d rather be doing anything else than letting men have
their way with her for a few measly coins. Applying a quick shade of red to her
lips and brushing a strand of hair from her face that had escaped the pins at
the top of her head she got up and went to the door, plastering a sultry smile
on her lips as she opened it.
�What the fuck d�ye
want?�
The smile had dropped as soon as she saw the shaggy haired
pirate from before on the other side of the door, obviously drunk and looking
at her as if he hadn�t seen a woman in years.
�One of th�girls downstairs said
this was where ye were,� Andrew replied, leaning against the doorframe and
trailing his eyes over her body. She wore the same dress as before, tugged down
at the front to show her assets and she looked just as attractive. Apart from,
�What�s that on ye face?� Lilly rolled her eyes at him, crossing her arms over
her chest.
�I was getting� meself ready,� she
said, �It ain�t finished yet.�
�I don�t like it.�
�I don�t care.� Andrew smirked at her quick retort and moved
as if to go into the room, stopped only by a noise of indignance and a hand on
his chest. �Where�re ye going?�
�Inside,� he replied, �Where�d ye think? Unless ye want t�do it in th�hallw-� He was cut off by Lilly shoving him backwards, fists
flying to her hips again and he stumbled, shaking his head as he straightened
himself. It really wasn�t good to shove a drunk
person, let alone a drunk pirate and Andrew couldn�t help but glare at her.
�What th�fuck was that for?�
�Piss off, I�m waitin� for
someone,� she replied, a lie but how was he to know? �An� I don�t fuck
pirates.� At Andrew�s disbelieving snort Lilly felt her cheeks colour in anger.
�Pearl pirates,� she added
harshly, watching as Andrew�s eyes narrowed. �Now piss o-� The young girl had
gone to shove him again but this time he grabbed her wrist, reflexes still
extremely fast for a drunk man she briefly noted. Her eyes widened as he tugged
her close, crushing his lips against hers and she tasted rum and ale on them,
pulling quickly away and wrenching her wrist from his grasp. �An� I don�t kiss
on th�lips ye fuckin�
bastard!� she snapped, colouring again as she watched him run his tongue over
his lips with a smirk as if he could still taste her. This just made her growl
in frustration and she turned to head back into her room, unaware that Andrew
was following her until he spoke.
�I�ll pay ye well,� he said, closing the door behind him and
looking around, only to look back at the young whore in front of him who turned
on him with blazing eyes.
�Get out!� she snapped, �I mean it or I�ll-� She stopped instantly, her eyes rooted on the small yet
bulging purse Andrew had just dropped onto her dressing table. It was the thud
that had caught her attention; in the business she was in she had learnt to
decipher the thuds of purses, foretelling how much money she would be picking
up at the end of the night. This thud she could not ignore, though with a
defiant pout she crossed her arms over her chest. �Bet it�s
full o�stones.� With a dramatic sigh the pirate
opened it, tipping the contents onto the table and Lilly knew her eyes had
widened at the sight. �Tha�s�but tha�s��
�Gold,� Andrew grinned, watching her astonishment, �I�m a
pirate, remember?�
�Other pirates don�t pay like that,� she said, sounding (if
Andrew heard right) something like impressed. His eyes too went to the coins he
had just deposited on her table. Too much perhaps and Nicolas would probably
kill him if he knew he was spending that much on a whore (�This whore as well,� he thought ruefully), especially with a ship
that needed repairing but hell, he hadn�t had a good woman in months. And there
was something about Lilly that just�he didn�t know what it was, hell, maybe it was just the rum. Taking his gaze back to her
he saw the same sultry smile she had been wearing when she opened the door back
on her full red lips and she slinked towards him, hands sliding up his chest and
around his neck as she pressed her body against his. Looking down into her deep
pools of brown Andrew felt himself getting lost. Again, maybe it was just the
rum but there was something so familiar and yet enticing about them. �Maybe she
was tellin� th�truth,� he
thought, though would not be dwelling on that, especially as she tilted her
head up and pressed her mouth to the shell of his ear. �I think we �ave an agreement,� she breathed, making the hair on the
back of the pirate�s neck stand up as his hands moved to her waist, squeezing
her a little, �Though I do �ave some rules.� She
moved away, eyeing him. �No markin� me in any way and
if ye slap me around I�ll slap ye back. An� no kissing on th�lips.�
All seriousness was soon gone though as her fingers tickled the back of his
neck, the smile curving her lips once more. �Other than that, y�can do whatever ye want wi�me.�
As Andrew looked down into her pretty face, her bottom lip
lightly clamped between her teeth making her look so young and yet extremely
inviting, he knew what it was he wanted. But first, �Wash ye face.� Immediately
her eyebrow quirked and the lip was released as Lilly
took a step back, arms folding over her chest. �I don�t like it, ye look better
natural. And�� Following her step he reached and tugged the pin from her hair,
tossing it lazily onto the dresser beside the purse of money as waves of auburn
fell over her shoulders. �Beautiful.� If he didn�t know any better (and in his
drunken haze it was a wonder he knew anything at all) Andrew would have been
sure he�d seen a light blush spread over Lilly�s painted cheeks at the word,
though instead she rolled her eyes with a huff and bent over the dressing table
again to use the mirror, taking a cloth and making a show of scrubbing her face
clean.
�Y�know,� she said, watching him in the mirror as he moved
behind her and admired the view, �Most men like th�powder.
Makes �em feel less guilty �cause
they can just picture their wives.�
�I�m not most men, princess.� She frowned at the nickname,
straightening up as he started fingering the ties of her dress before turning
around, arms folded. �Suits ye,� was his explanation and, a little rougher than
he intended he turned her back around and pulled the ties lose, moving to
fondle her rear as the dress fell a little. The girl turned around again
though, hands on her hips.
�Y�are most men, pirate,� she
sneered, �Ye proving that now.� She almost growled in frustration at the cocky
grin he sported, though didn�t protest when he pushed the dress from her shoulders
and she dropped her hands to her sides so it pooled down around her feet before
stepping out of it and picking it up, noting the curious look from Andrew as
she laid it across the small stool at her dresser. �It�s one o�me nice ones,� was her explanation and the pirate just �oh�ed, hazel eyes travelling over her curvaceous body as
she stood naked before him, having been wearing nothing under the dress. She
had a womanly figure yet wasn�t in the least plump, in fact with her slim arms
and legs she looked under fed if anything. The rest of her though�Andrew ran
his tongue over his lips before shaking his head a little to clear the fog of
inebriation; he wanted to remember this. Moving forward, noting her eyes never
left his, he trailed his hands up and down her sides. He really hadn�t had a
woman in months, just to touch one was making his body react and the cattish
smirk from Lilly told him she had noticed. �Ye taking ye time, pirate. Most-�
Lilly was cut off as he slid a hand to cup her breast, his index finger tracing
the curve lightly as his thumb moved over her nipple. A flush crept up Lilly�s
body, starting at her toes and not stopping until it reached her ears and she
opened her mouth to say something but found she couldn�t. She hadn�t been touched
like this, so lightly, for a long�she�d never
been touched like this. His hands were rough like most pirates but there was a gentleness to them that she had never experienced before,
as if he really was appreciating her.
Shaking her head and blinking furiously, trying to calm the flush Lilly batted
his hand away from her. �Yer obviously new at this,�
she muttered, sounding agitated but for once it was not with him and stepping
forward she pulled his shirt from his breeches and tugged them down, grasping
his already hard member.
�I was enjoyin� touching ye,�
Andrew groaned as she moved her hand up and down him, �Ye said I could do what
I want.�
�I know what ye want.� With another groan, both at her words
and her hand movements, Andrew gripped her hips again, moving her back towards
the bed and tumbling her down onto it. He kicked his breeches off, tugging his
shirt off and throwing it with them then pulled her hand from him, catching her
other one too and pinning them above her head as he held her wrists in one
strong hand. To Lilly, this was more like it and suddenly she felt herself
growing comfortable, settling in for the duration. She rarely enjoyed these
encounters, she wasn�t get paid to pleasure herself after all but as Andrew
thrust inside her she at least made a show of moaning and arching her back, as
she did with all her customers. And like all her customers this spurred Andrew
on, all gentleness gone as he cupped her breast again and squeezed, rougher
than last time. Lilly squirmed under him as his thrusts grew in speed, knowing
from experience that men sometimes took their money back or at least didn�t
come again if she lay still during their trysts; apparently it was like, �fuckin� a gangplank� and extremely off-putting as she had
been told by one man. Of course, having some fat oaf dripping sweat and
slapping against her was extremely off-putting too but Lilly never mentioned
that. A groan from Andrew bought her back from her thoughts and she echoed it,
closing her eyes and tilting her head back as if in the throws of ecstasy as he
continued to pound into her. It didn�t last very long and with a grunt the
pirate came then slumped against her, breathing raggedly against her neck and
making Lilly wrinkle her nose at the overwhelming smell of rum on his breath.
�Are ye finished?�
Lifting his head Andrew looked heavy eyed at her, moving to
let go of her wrists and breasts to settle his hands on her hips. Confusion
crossed his features, she was looking at him as if he were a nuisance and
although her cheeks were a little pink and her hair tangled from her own
movements, she didn�t look like she�d just had sex. �I could�ve sworn ye were enjoyin� it.�
�It�s me job to make ye think that,� came the curt reply as
Lilly shook her now-free hands out before shoving him off of her and sliding
off of the bed to go and wash herself. Most men took this time to dress quickly
and leave, or rummage through their empty pockets for a chance that they could
pay for another go. When Lilly came back however Andrew was stretched out on
his back on the bed, hands under his head as he looked over at her with a
somewhat offended expression, her own twisting into one of frustration. �What
the bloody �ell-�
�Why�d ye have to say that?� he asked, taking Lilly by
surprise and her expression softened. She shrugged and wrapped her arms around
herself, suddenly very aware that she was naked.
�It�s the truth,� she replied quietly, then shook her head
and propped her hands on her hips, �Now bugger off.�
�I want t�stay with ye.� All offence was gone now and a smirk tugged at Andrew�s
lips, growing still at the young whore�s look of utter disbelief.
�Well ye can�t!� she snapped, recovering herself, �Ye not
allowed to stay �ere, I don�t even stay �ere!�
�Aw c�mon princess.� Andrew sat up,
sliding to the edge of the bed and resting his hands on his knees. �I ain�t got no where else.�
�Go sleep wi�
the rest o�ye crew,� Lilly huffed, glaring at him
when he shook his head.
�Yer not going t�throw
me out, not after I paid all that gold-�
�Ye paid for me services, pirate! Not for a fuckin� bed! Now ge-� She stopped with a huff as Andrew held his hand up,
angrily crossing her arms over her chest as she watched him grab his breeches
from the floor. �What-� Again she stopped, though this time it was due to the
second purse he now held triumphantly in his hand, smaller than the first but
still bulging. She yelped as he tossed it to her, catching it quickly and
feeling the weight of it in her hand. �Ye can�t�I can�t�� Opening the purse a
gasp escaped her throat; more gold. �I�d heard th�rumours
�bout Pearl
pirates,� she murmured before looking back at him, �Didn�t know ye were allowed
to spend so much on whores.�
�Ye said I could do whatever I want, didn�t ye?� At her
hesitant nod Andrew grinned and stood up, taking the purse from her hands and
tossing it down beside the other one. �Well, I want t�spend
the night wi�ye. And now I�ve paid so ye can�t say
no.� Lilly still looked reluctant, her eyes going back to the purse he had
tossed on the table. When it came down to it though, she couldn�t afford to say
no.
�Alright,� was her quiet murmur as she looked back at him,
�Ye can�� Her voice trailed off at the sight of the
pirate now lying sprawled across the bed. He looked as if he had simply passed
out and she realised he must have done so while she had been deliberating.
�Pirates,� she muttered, allowing her eyes to travel over him as he lay there
dead to the world. He was lightly tanned in colour with barely a hair on his
broad chest, though quite lean and tall. Dark eyes lingered over his face for a
moment, his long eyelashes lying against his slightly flushed cheeks and the
remnants of stubble on his chin. Lower she went, admiring his strong-looking
arms and the muscles that rippled under his stomach as he breathed. And lower
still, the cattish smirk returning. If she�d been paying attention earlier she
might have felt how endowed he actually was. Sighing though Lilly shook
herself, snapping her eyes away from the sleeping Pearl man to the two
pouches on gold she now possessed. It would be so easy just to take them and go
home, go to Amelia and show her and reaching out she fingered one as if
deliberating whether to pick it up or not. A groan and shifting on the bed from
Andrew however made her decision for her and Lilly left the pouches and crawled
into bed, her back to him as she tugged the thin sheet from underneath him up
over her. She couldn�t leave him alone, not in that room, not with the chest so
close by. It was with that thought that the young whore, a frown on her lips
and with a mutter of aggravation, fell into an uneasy sleep.
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