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The Siren Song of Pirate Fire
By �Kitty� Katrionna Brannagh

A/N 2007: Again, you don�t need
to read the old A/N, but if you�ve the time you should! It�s funny stuff it is.
Well, most of the time. Other times it�s mostly just me being a spaz, but still... Last chapter I emailed people about the
update, but alas! No reviews came of it. <tear>
I�ll probably go on with my wishful thinking and just suppose that you all
haven�t had a chance to read your email in a few weeks... (By the way, the
rhythmic squeaking above my head that I believe is being caused by people in
the room above me...it�s starting to get a little...distracting...and
annoying.� ~_~;� Not because I disapprove of those
kinds of activities. On the contrary, I encourage them. But then, sex is like
garlic: healthy, yummy, but better for all the other people around you if taken
in moderation. I guess what I�m trying to say is, do it on the fucking floor
please!! ^_^)

***Many thanks to DaniKitty for reviewing! It�s greatly appreciated.� =^.^=� And thanks again, to Jacque, for being a good
reviewer. Oops, wait, I see new reviews!! Angel, Ana, Dannibob, Lena, and Matt, thank you all soo much for reviewing and
writing more than just �I like it lots, more, more, more!�. Hee,
I hope you enjoyed my emails to you. It�s nice to see high numbers on the story
hits, but it�s so awesome to read what people think. �Member what I say: Reading, wRiting, Reviewing, and Rum...ing...***

Old A/N: Allo luvs!
Ahem, yes... Out Stats right now...

Reviews: 140?!?!?! CRIKEY!!!!!!!
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I�ve got some great things going for turning this story into a book,
like changing obviously copy-righted names and places and situations, and
writing more of a beginning to show Jack�s and Lela�s history because I won�t
have a movie to fill in all of the implied stuff...

Once again, I�m so freakin� sorry about it
being so long. I think I might have a new muse, for when I returned home this
previous eve I was struck with the voracious will and need to write. Hope you
enjoy it darlings, and you know what they say: good things come to those who
wait...

Oh yeah, quick �warning� for the kiddies out there who either have nanny
programs on their computer installed by strict paranoid parents, and for the
squeamish people who have apparently think that depicting sexual acts in PG-13
or R movies is fine but depicting it in a written form is somehow filthy and
unacceptable.

<clears throat> DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains mildly sexually
explicit situations and the people mentioned above are hereby forewarned �If ye
don�t like my cookin�, please don�t start bitchin�, step away and stop lookin�,
and get ye the hell out of me kitchen!!� Basically, if you want to know what�s
going on, you read everything, and if the more risqu� parts bother you for
whatever reason, GET OVER IT. <cough> Erm, thank you. Onto the story!!

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Concealed behind
the thick carved doors on the Siren Fire, the two reunited lovers and pirates
shamelessly ravished each other like giggling libidinous adolescents rolling
around in a haystack.

Meanwhile on the
Gremlin Flame, there was another shameless display of brazen activity occurring
at the same moment. However unlike the pirate captains who had the luxury of an
entire private compartment, the two people in the galley were confined to a wobbly
wooden table at the edge of the room. The first figure was a young man who,
although tall in stature, possessed less muscle mass than his female companion.
The woman stood only a head shorter than the gauche lanky lad that she was all
but completely overpowering.

The boy, Riley,
clumsily flung his hands around and about the older woman�s form, desperately
and boorishly trying to reciprocate the feelings of pleasure that were running through
him. Judith mercilessly attacked the lad�s innocent neck with weapons of lips
and teeth. Despite Riley�s earlier efforts to hold her off and his current
guttural groans and ridiculous juvenile noises, she continued her assault with
her hesitation and nausea hidden. Judith had no real interest in the young man;
he was little more than a boy to her.

But there was a
reason for her seduction of him: the need for a dogsbody who would obey her
every command and be her eyes and ears around the ships of Captain Lela
Bratchkep. And she could tell from the look on his face that he would indeed
soon be her devoted drudge and lackey.

Unfortunately,
Judith was not a very patient person about anything.

While her hands
kept roaming, her lips brushed Riley�s earlobe as she whispered, �I feel so
close to you, Riley, like we could tell each other anything...� The boy just
nodded dumbly as his breathing became even more erratic. Judith leaned closer
and continued with, �You feel the same way, don�t you?� Again, he just
enthusiastically nodded. �You must prove yourself,� the steely-eyed minx
growled. �Tell me, dearest. You�ve been with Captain Lela since her start,
yes?� It took a great amount of effort on Judith�s part to not strangle Riley
as he continued to shake his head up and down like an idiot. She coughed and
poured more honey into her treacle tone. �Ahem. Where-ever did she get these
magnificent ships? Oh, Riley, please tell me...�

�Um, w-well, I,
I-I-I don�t really know, uh, actually.� The young man
laughed sheepishly until blazing molten grey eyes snapped up to catch his.
Riley gulped in fear (and anticipation) as he momentarily had the chance to
wonder what her reaction would be. His hopes and fears were realised when
Judith roughly grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him back to pin him to
the table.

�What,
do you mean, you don�t, really, know?!�

Riley looked
around awkwardly, thinking that any moment another crew member would burst into
the room, and either congratulate him (for getting such attention from a woman
and then spreading the news, thereby greatly improving the boy�s popularity,)
or howl with laughter that he had gotten pinned down by a woman. Riley
frantically tried to answer the irate sadist dominatrix. �I-I-I mean, erm, I do kn-know that sh-she got them b-both at th-the
same t-time, s-some time during her travels t-to F-F-F-F-France...!�

Judith�s nostrils
flared a little as she brought her head down so that her heated grey gaze bored
into the lad�s own nervous twitching eyes, searching and scrutinising. Finally
she murmured, �Good lad...� the coy and sugared air back in her voice. �Ah,
yes, I do believe we shall get along just fine.�

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�� Back
in Captain Lela�s quarters, the two unconventional pirate captains were faced
with an unconventional problem: they were in love and had buried most of the
hatchet (there was still a stub of the handle that poked above the ground) but
what would become of Captain Bratchkep�s plans to make off with the treasure of
Isla de Muerta? And even if that problem could be
solved, it merely gave birth to a new problem: after all the fuss that had been
made about capturing Captain Sparrow and his ship, the Black Pearl, how would
they explain to their crews what the new plan was without looking like weak
conspiring cowards and losing the crews� respect and loyalty?

However, there
were other things occupying Jack�s and Lela�s minds that seemed much more
important and much more pressing at that moment. So what better way to figure
out a solution to an unconventional problem than to use the conventional method
of multitasking?

�I�m in a right
mess,� Lela gasped between her captive�s relentless kisses. �I don�t know
whether to just go ahead with my original plan, or,� she paused to brush back
Jack�s beaded braids and place a zealous series of osculating nips on the
exposed flesh at the base of his neck, �or, if I should, if, if we should, try
and think of something else.� Having said her piece, she brought her lips back to
meet Jack�s neck and ears and cheeks and lips.

Despite the many
distractions that came from Lela, Jack tried to answer her implied question as
best he could. �W-well, luv,� he ventured as his
nerves began to shiver from the acute pinpricks that rained down on his skin,
�neither of us want to make fools of ourselves when we try and explain things
to the crew.� Bordering on a sensory overload, Jack hissed in air through his
teeth when Lela pressed her tongue against the beating pulse in his neck, and
his hands flew up onto her back, running up and down from shoulders to waist.
�We could say that we�ve put aside our differences and have decided to join
forces.�

�Mmm, no, that�s too simple,� whispered Lela. �They�d all
wonder too much about why we�ve suddenly made amends when we were never very
clear about what our qualms wiv each other were in
the first place. Well, wait...� Her eyes flickered as
calloused fingertips raked across her lower back. �Conleth,� she continued.
�Conleth is the only one I�ve even hinted to about what our history was.�

Jack lips
feathered down Lela�s forehead, nose, mouth, and chin. �That�s a lit�ul bit like what I�ve told Gibbs,� he guiltily
admitted, �except I gave him more of a history lesson on us than a hint...�
Lela momentarily stopped and gave her love a questioning, almost scolding,
look. �Wha--? Don�t look at
me like that! Is�not like I told �im
everyfthing!�

Pausing for a
moment, the two thought about what Jack could�ve meant by �everything�. They
both couldn�t help but begin chuckling and resuming their �multitasking.� Lela
drew her nails back and forth against Jack�s chest. �Ah, in any case, we have
to have a better reason.�

As Lela leaned
forward to rest her head on his shoulder, Jack�s eyes lit up with an old mischief
that Lela knew too well.

�What if we happen
to have some sort�a lit�ul
contest or somefthing?� Lela sat up and her eyes
silently told him to go on. Jack�s lips curved into a small smile for a moment.
She never could resist hearing about a plan... He blinked twice, licked
his bottom lip, and continued. �Not a contest, uuummm...a
duel! Yes, a friendly duel between two great pirate captains and old
friends...�

�To determine who
will get to have the treasure of Isla de Muerta,�
Lela finished for him. �But instead of one of us losing...�

�We�ll both fight
equally and declare the duel as being a tie.� Jack smiled, his teeth flashing
with the same misbehaviour as his eyes. �Even though, of course, I�d beat you
in a real duel...� Lela scoffed and rolled her eyes.

�You won�t ever
change, will you Jack?�

�Is that a
question asking if I�ll always be irking you in one way or anofther?
Or is that a question asking me to not ever change? Haha!�

�The first one,
definitely,� Lela sneered, and then her expression grew gentler, as it often
seemed to do. �But...the second one, too...�

�Well then, yes,
and...� Jack abruptly pulled her closer into his arms and held her head to his
chest. �And the second one...no...not if you don�t
want me to.�

Lela snuggled more
into her captive�s embrace. �Good,� she murmured. Jack smiled again, bent his
head down, and kissed her lips.

�Very good?� he
teased.

�Yes,� Lela
taunted back, as if she firmly believed that her words the previous evening
were just fine, �very good...�

Jack lightly poked
at Lela�s stomach, eliciting a small slap that came with a giggle. �So you know
what this means? Now you have to gimme
back my effects!�

�Pssh!� the lady replied. �And why should I do that? You
need but a sword to have a duel.�

�Ah,� Jacked
mused, stroking his hirsute chin, �so you were thinking that it was supposed to
be a fair
duel! Oh, lord no, moi good lass, in a fair fight you
might actually beat me, so it wouldn�t be very smart of me to fight fair then,
would it?�

�All right, fine.
But perhaps...� Once again, the tables turned, and Lela lightly knocked the
back of her beloved�s legs, causing them to fall out from underneath him. Jack
fell to the ground and Lela, sinking down against the wall, slowly crawled up
to his chest and slid her palms across his shoulders and out to his hands. She
softly dragged the tips of her nails from Jack�s fingertips to his wrists, and
when his mouth dropped open with a gasping sigh, she only let her weight give
into gravity more. �Perhaps,� she continued subtly, �there is some way to...�
Lela moved her head down to Jack�s, seemingly in order to kiss him, but then
suddenly she faintly pulled away, much to her captive�s frustration and
disappointment. �Some way to...persuade you...� She was deliberately being cruel
and breathing so gently and lightly that it was about to send Jack�s mind
reeling over the edge of the physical world, he was absolutely sure of it! �To
fight fair...� Once more she placed her lips achingly close to his. �With me?�

Jack couldn�t take
it. He just couldn�t take it. Finally giving in to temptation, one hand flew to
the back of Lela�s head and the other hand slung around her waist. Gripping her
side and pulling her head down, Jack kissed her deeply, out of both physical need
and the need of his pounding heart to make sure she was right there with him
and that she wasn�t going anywhere.

Lela mumbled
something but was taken by Jack�s fervent compulsive attentions. She felt
mildly disappointed when Jack rolled on top of her because she had lost
control, and it seemed that like so many times before, her plan did not work
out the way she planned. But after a few minutes, and then after a few more
minutes, her brain pointedly questioned: did she really mind so much? Did
she really mind having him pressed down against her, feeling hard muscle and
warm flesh sending heat through his clothing from nethers
to nethers, his thighs already beginning to tighten
around her own, and his fingers slithering their way on her stomach downward between
them and heading for the v-shaped junction below her waist? Like fucking
hell I do.

�Perhaps,� Jack
whispered a while later. As if in a daze Lela half-opened her eyes.

�Perhaps?� she
repeated. �Per--...Perhaps what?� Jack smiled into his
captor�s lips.

�Perhaps there is
a way you could persuade me to fight fair with you,� he answered. �Perhaps, you
already have...�

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�Gah...blasted sun...� Conleth defended his vision from the
worsening sunrise. He had barely slept the night before, not that he ever slept
much. Still, the past few days had been thoroughly exhausting. He had thought
that with all the extra work he had been doing he would be more fatigued and
sleep more easily. But there had been too many things running through his mind.
Even if the thoughts were of an innocent nature (well, most of the time) he was
beginning to wonder if thinking about Captain Bratchkep was taking a toll on
his health.

True enough, he
had been with her since almost her very beginnings, and they had been through
an infinite number of ventures and escapades and close shaves. True enough, he
knew things that had happened to her along the way that no one else did. He
thought he knew every bit of her. But the
Sparrow fella has always been the secret that she�s never fully told me
about... he contemplated.

Conleth shook his
head and rubbed the dust from his eyes that wasn�t there. I know about what happened last night, he thought, about what always happens on that night.
That Jack Sparrow couldn�t know, could he? They haven�t even seen each other
for over a decade. His forehead wrinkled up as his eyes charily glanced to
the closed doors of the captain�s room, the gold and silver beasts glinting in
the morning sunlight. I wonder if she�s
told him?

He pulled his eyes
away from the Siren Fire and back to the door he was walking to on the Gremlin
Flame. Hmph, what am I thinking? Has she even told him
she still loves him? Conleth shook his head again and heaved a groaning
sigh. She had never actually said that to him. Whenever she absentmindedly got
on the subject of Captain Sparrow, Lela had always suddenly remembered herself
and just gave vague answers and dismissive comments to her first mate.

But she loved him.
She still loved him, even though it seemed as if he had hurt her long ago.
Conleth could tell. Though she was, to him, the most convincing actress in the
world, her words were almost totally transparent. She loved Jack Sparrow all
but too much and Conleth was certain of it.

He continued
walking and thinking to himself, and was rather surprised as he opened to
galley door to see two people audaciously wrestling with each other on the
table. Both of his furry eyebrows shot up in shock and then his mouth twisted
in disgust. �What the bloody hell do you think you�re doing?!� barked Conleth.

The two figures
abruptly sat up and gazed up at the open door. Only slightly relieved to see
that it was, in fact, a man and a woman, Conleth strode over to the opposite edge
of the table, took hold of both corners, and shook and bumped it back and forth
until the people came flying off. Setting the wooden
counter down with clack, he scolded, �For god sakes, Riley, Judith, people eat
there!!�

�� C-Conleth!�
the boy protested, �it�s, it�s not--!�

�� Oh,
the hell it ain�t!� Conleth growled. He stomped out
shaking his hands in the air, leaving a very guilty boy and a very angry woman
behind on the galley floor.

Out on deck, the
first mate continued to grumble about lecherous women and na�ve easily led
astray whelps. I might as well go have a
word with the captain, he concluded. I�ve
got to do something to get those
images out of my head! Quickly glancing at the Diabla Liza and the Black
Pearl to see the first signs of the crew awakening, Conleth lifted the
gangplank from the ground and pushed it onto the barrister of the Siren Fire.
As he walked across the board he heard Judith storm out of the galley and then
Riley running after her. After firmly shaking his head to rid his mind of
unwanted thoughts, and almost losing his balance because of it, he landed on
the deck of his captain�s most favoured ship.

At first he
thought to go check for Captain Bratchkep below deck but he hesitated and
something told him she wasn�t down there. Then he heard noises coming from
behind the doors of her apartment. She
must already be awake. Conleth walked towards the other end of the ship
where he finally noticed two of the captain�s new girls, the Frenchies, on either side of the doors, one sitting up and
one curled up on the ground, both sleeping soundly. With their clothing mussed
from sleeping on deck it was hard to restrain a rather lewd train of thought,
but then flashes of Judith�s bare shoulders and breasts struck his mind, almost
like a punishment for bawdy ideas.

Shuddering and squinting his eyes, he walked between the lovely Frenchies and knocked twice on the thick entryway. He
waited, but no answer came, in the form of an opening door or a voice or
otherwise. He tried once more, knocking three times loudly, but still he was
not answered.

Before he thought
it through, Conleth opened one of the doors and walked in. He was about to
announce himself but when he looked about the room, Captain Bratchkep was
nowhere to be found. Not at her desk, not at her table, and not in her bed. His
cheeks coloured a little bit, thinking perhaps that he had walked in on her
while she was dressing.

Then something
else occurred to him: Jack Sparrow was nowhere to be found either. Suddenly
filled with anxiety and dread, Conleth turned towards the rice paper dressing
screen, and underneath the middle slat were many strands of long black hair
covering the ground. He heard gasps and snatches of sentences, �please� and
�don�t� and �stop.� He become more horrified than ever and rushed behind the
panel, fearing the worst. The Sparrow bastard was on top of Lela with his hands
at her neck; he was choking her! She had her hands about his neck trying to
throw him off, but he was too heavy! Conleth hastily pulled out his sword and
ran towards them. Unfortunately he tripped on Jack�s foot and came down on his
knees.

Two very surprised
and considerably embarrassed pirate captains pulled away from each and looked
up at an even more stunned and discomfited face. Conleth looked more closely at
the two. His captain had only a small chemise on her torso that didn�t even
cover her stomach, the other captain had his shirt unbuttoned, both heads of
hair were all over the place, and there were painfully obvious love bites on Lela�s
stomach and both of their necks and shoulders.

Conleth�s mouth
kept opening and closing, as if he was about to scream what, then he changed
his mind, and then scream why and when and how and then changed his mind
accordingly. Lela pressed her face into Jack�s chest as her bewilderment and
confusion and mortification grew. Jack just kept looking at Conleth as if to
say that he should leave immediately, but at the same time looking much too
pleased with himself.

Captain Lela
Bratchkep�s first mate ultimately slowly closed his eyes and tilted his head
downward. Then he slowly opened his mouth, took a deep breath through his nose,
and slowly said, �I�m going to go sit at your desk. I�m going to close my eyes
and try to sleep. I suggest that by the time I wake up, you both be fully dressed,�
he eyed Jack sharply like a father with a firearm when first meeting his
daughter�s love interest, �and ready to explain whatever the fuck seems to have
happened around here recently, or else prove that I�ve gone completely insane
and that I just hallucinated this whole...situation.� Conleth stood up, turned
around rigidly, and walked back to the other end of the room to Lela�s desk.

He stopped, just
for a moment, and wondered if maybe he really had been hallucinating, and Lela
and Sparrow hadn�t really been snogging on the cabin
floor behind the dressing screen. He heard restrained laughter, snickers and
snorts, and then full out giggles and guffaws.

Conleth sighed.
What he had just seen was no hallucination. He carefully pulled out the desk
chair and promptly plopped down on it. Then, letting his head drop to the top
of the desk, he sank into a most welcome dreamless snooze.

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Old
A/N: Woot woot, 3711 words!! Blah, again, really
sorry about the lateness. Hopefully I�m beginning to escape the clutches
of my writer�s block. True, I do take a ton of time making one or two events
happen, I�m really detailed and descriptive. But hey,
I finally moved away from those damn fluffy moments between our leading
characters. Not that they�re bad or that I hate them, it just felt like there
were too many and I couldn�t move onto more of the actual plot of the story.
Now that I have finally pulled away from that sticky situation where I was
stuck, I believe the chapters should be going up more often like when the story
originally was put up. <sigh, yawn> Well, loves,
it�s 1:46 AM right now and I�m bloody freaking tired. So ta-ta for now.

Remember to review my darlings!!! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!!!

***Once more, so many ridiculously loud and
boisterous �thank you�s to Jacque, DaniKitty, Angel, Ana, my Chelbell, Dannibob, Lena, Matt, and everyone else who reviewed!! I shower you with hugs and kisses by
the bushel, by the barrel, by the ton, for your support and feedback!!!***

Drink and be merry and be many-a-fair lad!! (er, ye know...lass...whate�re
floats yer boat...)

Fare thee well, safe journeys, and I�ll be in Scotland a�fore
ye!!

Much love,

~*kitty*~
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