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I hate disclaimers…
With thanks to
Rowenablue, ducky, Marzbar, Chelsey, Lip Butter (welcome back!), Mrs Depp, JHG,
bauer4eva, A Depp Girl, Miss Sophia, RosePearl, Pendragginink, AJ-Sparrow and
last but not least, Hils.
Pen, don’t you
trust me…? (puts on best angelic smile)
Thank you all for
you compliments on coming up with the nightshade, but Pen has to have some of
the credit as she pointed me in the right direction. Makes you wonder about her though…! (only teasing)
And finally, sorry
for being a day late!
…
Chapter
Twenty: .
‘We’re respectably married parents!
We can’t behave like that!’

Eight days later
George Farrier
paced the deck of his ship, once again disguised as the pirate ship, Voyager, as they neared the harbour of Road Town. He had been eagerly anticipating meeting Jack Sparrow and
weedling his way into the brotherhood.
The thought of failure, of being found out, had not entered his mind
once. He stared at the Black Pearl, anchored near the outcrop, and for a fleeting moment he imagined
himself at the helm of the ship. ‘No-one would escape me then,’ he thought wryly to himself, smiling at
the irony of the fastest and most well-known pirate ship being used to hunt
down pirates.
…
‘Well, well,’ Jack
mused as he sat in the window of the sitting room, watching the disguised naval
ship approach the harbour through his spyglass. ‘So you’ve turned up then…?’
‘First sign of
madness,’ Jenny teased as she entered the room having put Joshua down for a
nap.
‘I went mad years
ago, as ya well know,’ he chuckled, beckoning her over to join. ‘He’s here.’
‘Who? Farrier?’ she gasped, looking out of the
window at the now familiar ship. ‘It is
them, Jack.’
‘I’ll get Phillips
ter have a looksee, savvy? But I must
say, you’re startin’ to convince me…’
‘Good, because I
know I’m right,’ Jenny insisted. ‘Just
promise me you won’t meet up with him alone.’
‘Jen,’ Jack admonished gently. ‘He
won’t be drawin’ his sword on me - he wants to get to th’brotherhood,
remember?’
‘I don’t care –
just don’t trust him.’
‘I don’t either,
Navy or not,’ he smiled, kissing her.
‘Has th’little bugger settled?’
‘Yes,’ she
chuckled. ‘No doubt your father called
you worse.’
‘Aye,’ Jack
laughed. ‘Much, much worse.’
‘Deservedly as
well, I’ll bet,’ Jenny teased, skipping away as Jack lunged playfully for her.
‘I was a good boy,’
he pouted, chasing her around the settee.
‘Until I turned pirate that is,’ he added with a wicked grin.
‘Now you’re a
better boy,’ his wife laughed, squealing as he dived over the seat and landed
in front of her.
‘You want me ter
remind you how much of a better boy I am?’ he growled, pulling her to him and
kissing her hungrily.
‘Yes please,’ she
gasped as she came up for air. ‘I’ve
missed you.’
‘Not half as much
as I’ve missed you,’ Jack replied as he started undoing the laces at the front
of her pale green dress.
‘I hope no-one
comes,’ Jenny worried, looking towards the door into the hallway.
‘I reckon I will
fer starters,’ he laughed, easing the dress from her shoulders and pulling it
down her body, then making a start on her undergarments.
‘Jack,’ she giggled, hitting him playfully.
‘You know what I mean.’
‘Sod ‘em if they
do,’ he shrugged, grinning gleefully as she finally stood naked before
him. ‘You’ve still got a belly!’
‘Yes,’ she smiled,
running her fingers down the opening of Jack’s shirt, savouring the feel of his
skin. ‘At least it won’t get in the way
now…’
‘Are you goin’ ter
undress me or what?’ he rumbled, eager to make love to his wife once more.
‘I want to enjoy
every moment,’ Jenny smiled, brushing her lips across his collarbone.
‘Ya mean ya didn’t
before?!’ he protested indignantly as he tangled his fingers through her hair,
anchoring her to him.
‘You know damn well
I did,’ she mumbled as her lips and tongue explored the top of his chest and
worked upwards. ‘And always will.’
‘That’s all right
then,’ he chuckled, shivering with pleasure as she sucked on the tender spot
behind his ear. ‘I see you haven’t
forgotten much…’
‘It’s all coming
back to me,’ Jenny grinned as her fingers finally worked on the few buttons
that Jack had done up on his shirt. ‘Do
you have to wear that damned sash all the bloody time?’ she lamented as she
struggled with the knot.
‘Of course I do,’
he replied, batting her hands away and doing it himself. ‘It’s part of what makes me…’
‘Captain Jack
Sparrow,’ she chorused with him.
‘You takin’
th’piss?’ Jack growled, chasing Jenny around the room once more.
‘No!’ she shrieked,
trying to dodge past him but finding herself falling down onto the settee
instead. ‘Cheat!’
‘Pirate!’ Jack
grinned as he deftly undid his breeches and kicked them off. ‘God, I’ve missed ya,’ he growled as he lay
on top of her. ‘So very much…’
‘Come and have me
then,’ she purred, guiding him to her entrance. ‘We’ve a few weeks to catch up on.’
‘That we have,’ he
smiled as he gently eased into his wife, sighing as her warm tunnel engulfed
him. ‘An’ I’m still on shore leave fer
another day or so…’
‘I’m sure Shay
could manage a while longer than that,’ Jenny chuckled as she brought her legs
across his back and started thrusting along his manhood.
‘At this moment in
time, he can have th’Pearl until his nibs is old enough ter take
over.’
‘Can I have that in
writing?’ Jenny laughed, her laughter turning to moans as Jack took up the
rhythm and began pumping into her.
‘Written with my
own blood,’ he mumured huskily, burying his face in her neck and inhaling her
scent.
‘There no need to
be so drastic,’ she chuckled, using feather light touches to stroke his back
until she cupped his buttocks in her hands and pulled him in harder. ‘Please,’ she groaned. ‘Harder.’
‘Your wish is my
command,’ Jack growled and began to thrust deeper into his wife, savouring
every moment, every movement of her beneath him once more.
‘Oh Jack…’ Jenny
moaned, clinging on to him as her need became more urgent. ‘Jack!’ she screamed as her passion overflowed
and her juices poured over his pulsating manhood until she was fully spent.
‘I’ve missed ya so
much,’ he whispered as he looked down at her flushed face, brushing a damp
tendril of hair from her eyes.
‘I’ve…missed… you,’
she gasped as she pushed back down his length.
‘Now it’s your turn.’
‘That won’t take
long,’ Jack grinned as he took up the pace again, until, with an almost
agonised grunt, he poured his seed within her.
‘Stay inside me a
while,’ Jenny begged, holding her husband tightly as he recovered.
‘All right,’ he
agreed, lying on top of her but being careful not to press his full weight
down. ‘I reckon that’s th’longest I’ve
been without makin’ love since…’ Jack shook his head ruefully. ‘I can’t even remember,’ he chuckled.
‘That’s down to
your rum addled brain!’ Jenny teased.
‘And old age…’
‘Oi! Any more of that, missy, an’ I’ll have yer
down th’brig,’ Jack threatened jokingly.
‘You’ll look after
Joshua then?’ she enquired innocently.
Jack eased himself
up and looked down at Jenny, merriment dancing in his eyes. ‘You always manage ter get me over a barrel,
eh?’ he grinned.
‘No – that’s one
place I’ve never had you,’ she pouted, the corners of her lips quivering as she
tried to suppress a grin.
‘Can still be
arranged…’ he suggested, wriggling his eyebrows.
‘Jack Sparrow!’ Jenny admonished playfully.
‘We’re respectably married parents!
We can’t behave like that!’
‘We might be
married parents,’ Jack laughed. ‘But we
sure as hell are not respectable!’
‘True,’ she
giggled. ‘And there’s an old barrel
outside the kitchen door…’
‘An’ ya have
th’nerve ter call me incorrigible?’ he exclaimed. ‘I was a perfectly decent pirate before I
met you, young lady.’
‘And now you’re
perfectly indecent,’ Jenny whispered huskily as she started to
grind her hips, smiling seductively as she felt him start to harden inside her.
‘Very, very
indecent…’ he rasped as he kissed her deeply.
…
‘What shall I do
about Farrier, if indeed that is who Malster really is?’ Jack asked of Joshamee
as they sat in the kitchen of the small house, which he and Scurvy Tom shared,
drinking coffee. He had left Jenny asleep
on the settee, and after making sure their son was all right, had walked down
the winding path to seek out his former quartermaster.
‘How do you mean?’
‘Do I deal with him
myself or bring Condent into it?’
‘Not like you to be
undecided,’ Gibbs replied.
‘I know,’ Jack sighed. ‘What if Jenny’s wrong? I could risk makin’ an enemy of him.’
‘Davy thinks it
could be the same ship as well,’ his former quartermaster reminded him.
‘Thinks… maybe… it’s too hit an’ miss fer my likin’, Gibbs. I want definite proof.’
‘You can’t get it,
not without searching his ship, so you’ll have to go with Jen’s instincts.’
‘I could always
play along, take him to th’next meetin’ an’ feed him false information,’ Jack
mused, tugging at his beard braids.
‘You’d have to let
th’others know – it’d be too risky otherwise.’
‘Aye, an’ there’s
th’small matter of him being around fer th’next three or four days. Then we’d have ter wait an’ see if he takes
th’bait – it might be a month or more before we could nail him. That’s too long, he could get away an’ I
might never have another chance. If
it is Farrier…’
‘There might be a
way…’ Joshamee pondered, lost in thought himself.
‘Yes…’ Jack
prompted.
‘It would involve
getting Condent involved though.’
‘D’ya want me on me
knees pleadin’ with ya, Gibbs?’ Jack sniped.
‘We could perhaps
orchestrate a brawl, involving Malster’s men.
Whilst it’s going on, some could slip aboard th’Voyager and have a looksee.’
‘What about those
on watch? Unless… we create a
distraction outside as well?’
‘Such as?’ Gibbs
asked, although he had a feeling he knew what Jack had in mind.
‘Maybe get a couple
of ships ter fire blanks at each other – that’d get their attention long enough
for someone to sneak into Malster’s cabin an’ have a look around.’
‘It would mean
bringing in more than Condent though.’
‘Condent would tell
them ter fire without revealin’ why he wanted them to.’
‘True,’ Joshamee
nodded. ‘It could work.’
‘It had better work
as I can’t see that anythin’ else will,’ Jack sighed ruefully. He had desperately wanted to be the one to
capture or kill the Commodore’s captain, just not this close to home. ‘I’ll put on double guard at home while it’s
goin’ on.’
‘Yes, we’ll have
the women and children at your house.’
‘Aye. Get plenty of brooms in fer th’minx,’ he
chuckled. ‘I’ll call a ships meetin’
for this afternoon. I want everyone
there – Tom, Luke an’ Fin included.
We’ll go over it in more detail then, savvy?’
‘Aye, Cap’n,’ the
older man nodded, deferring to the other man automatically. ‘I’ll spread th’word around.’
‘Discretely…’ Jack
reminded him.
‘Very discretely,’ Gibbs agreed.
…
The deck of the Black Pearl buzzed as Jack informed them of Jenny’s suspicions and what he had
planned.
‘Are ya sure, Cap’n?’ Andrew McCarrick asked, his eyes wide with astonishment.
‘No, which is why
we need ter sneak aboard th’Voyager an’ check, savvy? Some of you will be guardin’ th’house with th’women an’ children,
some will be in th’town, causin’ yer usual havoc,’ Jack grinned. ‘An’ a couple will come with me to Malster’s
ship.’
Eager hands shot in
the air, volunteering for the last proposal and slowly descended as Jack shook
his head.
‘I’ve already got
in mind who I want ter come with me.
Davy, Luke an’ Pauly.’
‘M-me?’ Pauly
Wilson stammered, unable to believe that his captain would trust him with such
an important task when not so long ago, he was suspected as being a spy for the
Navy.
‘Aye, you, Mr.
Wilson. Cookie, Pete, Drew, Shay, Fin,
Gibbs an’ Tom will be guardin’ th’house.’
‘Aye, Cap’n,’ the
designated men nodded, Shay and Finan relieved that they would be able to watch
over their wives and children.
‘Any questions?’
‘Does Condent know
about this?’ came a voice from the lower rigging.
‘Not yet, I’m just
on my way ter see him now. I don’t need
ter remind ya that this goes no further than th’ship’s rail. If Malster gets wind of this, we’re finished
before we’ve even started an’ if he really is a pirate, then we’ll have made an
enemy.’
‘Another enemy,’ Billy Wheeler quipped dryly.
‘Yes, another enemy – an’ we can do without that right now. Off ya go an’ if I find that anyone has
blabbed, I’ll flay yer skin myself, savvy?’ Jack growled. ‘Then feed ya to th’sharks…’
The crew dispersed
in a sombre mood. They knew their
captain wouldn’t do such a thing, but the fact that he had threatened it
brought home how seriously he was taking the matter.
…
‘Jack!’ Edmund Condent strode across the hall of his
mansion and clapped his friend on the back.
‘I hear congratulations are in order.’
‘Aye,’ Jack grinned,
allowing himself to be ushered into Condent’s study. ‘A son.’
‘So th’family name
is safe then?’ he chuckled. ‘To what do
I owe this pleasure?’
Jack sighed deeply,
in two minds whether to tell his cohort or not. ‘I think I may have some information…’
‘Oh? What sort of information?’
‘A while back, when
we were still livin’ on Nevis, Jenny and Davy Phillips, one of my crewmen,
sailed ter San Juan to warn me about an extra ship and an increase in troops at
Charlestown. On th’way they came across
a Navy ship a few miles out an’ th’sun was against them. Jenny swears blind that th’same ship was
docked at San Juan as a pirate ship.’
‘You mean they
disguised the ship? So why are you
telling me this now?’
‘Because th’ship
belongs to Henry Malster…’
‘The Henry Malster that is here an’ is interested in joinin’
th’brotherhood?’
‘Aye,’ Jack
sighed. ‘Th’one an’ th’same.’
‘You’re not
convinced…?’
‘She could be
mistaken – they weren’t close enough ter see the naval ship properly, an’ if
she is…’
‘And if she isn’t…?’ Condent put in. ‘What about
your crewman? Do (Does) he think
it’s th’same ship?’
‘He says it could
be, but he isn’t certain.’ Jack paced
the floor, indecision gnawing away at him.
‘What I was thinkin’ of doin’ was maybe orchestratin’ a brawl with his
men an’ maybe a couple of ships havin’ a mock fight to get th’attention of th’Voyager’s watch, then sneakin’ aboard an’ havin’ a look around – what do ya
reckon?’
‘See if there’s
anythin’ incriminatin’ on board?’
‘If they are Navy,
there would have ter be uniforms, letter stamps, flags an’ th’like,’ Jack
reasoned. ‘If I could find definite
proof, we could take him an’ his crew out.’
‘When were you
hopin’ to do this?’ Condent asked, his mind already formulating a plan of
action.
‘Soon – maybe
tomorrow night? I’d need you ter get a
couple of ships to fire blanks at each other.’
‘I’ll see to it,’
Edmund Condent nodded. ‘But I want
Malster myself if he is indeed Navy.’
‘We have an
accord,’ Jack nodded, shaking his colleague’s hand.
‘I’ll get things
sorted an’ come an’ see you later – we can fine tune it then.’ He led the way to the door, to show Jack
out.
‘Come fer
supper. I’ll drag my cook in ter
prepare it or Jen’d have my hide,’ Jack grinned.
‘I look forward to
it,’ Condent smiled. ‘Eight bells?’
‘Eight bells’ll be
fine. See ya later,’ he waved as he
walked down the drive, then turned towards the town, keen for a drink.
…
‘Captain Malster!’
Jack called as he spied the man talking to another by the doorway of a tavern.
‘Captain Sparrow!’
Malster replied, throwing his arms open in greeting. ‘Good to see you again.’
‘Aye, you too,’
Jack smiled, marvelling at his own acting skills. ‘Should have been a
performer,’ he mused to himself.
‘Let me buy yer a
drink.’
‘Never one ter refuse,’
he replied, following Malster into the tavern.
‘I’ll have an ale.’
‘Ale,’ Malster
ordered from the barkeep. ‘How is your
good wife?’
‘Fine,’ Jack smiled
noncommittally.
‘Has she had
th’baby yet?’
‘Aye,’ he nodded as
he picked up the beaker from the bar.
‘A son.’
‘To sons an’
heirs,’ Malster toasted, raising his own beaker.
‘Sons an’ heirs,’
Jack repeated. ‘An’ you go anywhere near my son an’ heir an’
I’ll kill ya, Navy or not,’ he
thought darkly, uncertain as to why he did not trust this man when he was not
even sure that Jenny was right. ‘One of
my men is gettin’ married next week an’ th’crew are havin’ a party tomorrow
night. Would you an’ yer crew be interested
in joinin’ in?’
‘Thank you,’
Malster beamed. ‘As you well know, any
excuse fer a booze-up,’ he chuckled.
‘Where will it be?’
‘Th’Stag.’
‘We’ll be there,’
he replied eagerly, reasoning that anything to get more affliated with Jack
could only be a good thing.
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