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[Chapter Twenty-two: Return to the Pearl]
�[God damn�d, I be sooo
booorred! Why does�n anythin� ever
happen at night?]�
Watching
the Turners earlier that evening had at least been entertaining, but such
amorous escapades are all too brief in comparison to the other seven monotonous
hours of slumber. Sometimes it was
hardly worth being dead! The ghost
floated about the yard, her wraith sight falling upon the sleepless lights at
the fort. Perhaps a stealthy visit to
the redcoats might �liven� up the dull hours of the night; however, a closer
glare at the garrison in the distance changed her mind.
The fort
was outside her [boundaries]�
The
distance to which Kristy could wander from Maren fluctuated from day to day,
depending on such spontaneous issues as Maren�s general health, her
menstruation, and her emotional state.
More otherworldly factors included the age and location of nearby haunts
(graveyards usually tied Kristy pretty close to her medium), for some reason,
the phases of the moon and tides (which was the only attribute Maren considered
even semi-mystical), and how close the anniversary of Kristy�s murder was. Some days she could mosey as far as a mile,
once she almost managed two and that was a record; other days she was
restricted to the same building and that was still a fair share better then the
early days, when Maren was a small child Kristy couldn�t leave the same room! Whether a mile or a front door, the
[boundary] always occurred in the same way�
[The fog
seeped through, before her that dingy room, a step away, a terrible step away,
waiting in infinite patience.]
Her
haunting place.
In a way,
that cheap flat in the wastelands of London�s lower east was always just a step
away. In Kristy�s world there was no
such thing as distance, only the perception of distance. At anytime, she could return, all she�d have
to do was walk straight through that fog, God forbid she�d ever [have]
too. And luckily, it would be just as
simple for Maren to call her back, their bond was strong enough and so was
Maren.
The black
night sky was blotching over to grey and soon the sun would rise in a plethora
of orange and pink. People would be
awakening soon, especially since today the Black Pearl was due to depart with
Will�s new armament of swords. Deciding
Maren should be up early anyway, Kristy strode into the house to rouse her.
She glided
up the stairs, debating briefly on checking out Jack�s room in hopes of spying
a naked sleeping pirate again, but decided there would be plenty of occasions
to gawk at buff Jack on the upcoming journey.
To Maren�s room first and pray she rises in a better mood then when she
went to sleep!
* * *
�[Cunny-lickin�,
donkey-romper!!]�
Out of all
the more precarious ways to awaken, the banshee-like wailing of a hysterically
cursing ghost is by far one of the most unpleasant.
�[Why I be
bugger�d by a dog, by a motherfuckin� dog!]�
Startled,
Maren shot up in bed, displacing Jack from snoozing on her shoulder, and turned
wide surprised eyes to Kristy who was performing an enthusiastic jig about the
room, all the while screaming to high heaven and back, �[Ye did it, Pet!! By the milk from me own mum�s tit, ye
soddin� did it! So sayeth the bitch o�
a slut nun, �Praise King Jesus!�]�
Jack in
turn was startled by Maren�s sudden jump and he too bolted forward, darting
bleary glares about the room in alarmed confusion, �Mmm �wake, I�m awake!�
�[Up the
arse and down the throat, me gel, devil�s cock be damn�d!]�
�What is
it?� his body visibly tensing, Jack watched Maren�s blank face carefully.
�[Did ye,
Pet?! Did �it� happen?!]� and Kristy
finally quieted down to waggle her brows rather suggestively, �[Ye know, the
good ooole �quinny-quencher�? And be it so, how many!?]�
�For the
love o�-,� Maren slid her a hand over her groggy features and shook her head,
�Nothin, it�s nothin�. Just one hell o�
a wake up call from a hauntin� whore two shakes from an exorcism if she do�n
clam up already!�
�PET GOT
LAID!
GOT LAID,
GOT LAID!!
PET GOT
LAID!
HALLELUJAH!�
But the
ghost was far too jubilant to be assuaged by idle threats, as she sang a very
liberal version of the �Messiah� at the top of her apparitional lungs.
* * *
Great
splashes of mango and burgundy colored the sky as the Caribbean sun birthed the
horizon, illuminating the clear water on a white beach. And upon its shore, a curious collection of
sweating pirates fiddling with cargo and longboats, two lovely women talking
excitedly in hushed tones, and two men surveying the early morning scene, one
happier then usual, insanely, insatiably, and obnoxiously [happy].
The
whistling was starting to affect Will�s nerves.
Yes, he
could stand the smirks, the snickers, and the telltale smile. The inflated presence, the endless
strutting, and exaggerated felicity might very well be considered charming, if
not for the early morning hour. And
admittedly, the blatant innuendoes and the flashy way in which Jack flamboyantly
adjusted his collar to show off a rusty love-bite at the base of his proud
throat were comedic in their own way, even though Will decided to deliberately
play the gentlemen and pretend he hadn�t a clue what Jack was on about. Unfortunately, Jack took Will�s polite
discount as an intolerable ignorance to the important message Jack was subtlety
attempting to display and started to nudge him hard enough to bruise, pointedly
winking and nodding towards Maren. Apparently,
Jack had never held either Will�s intelligence or perception in high
regard. Still, all this could be
tolerated by the blacksmith�s quiet patience; however, that piercing,
deliberately cheerful, teeth-grinding whistle was too much for any man�s
fortitude to take.
�All right
then!� Will exploded, startling both the band of pirates loading the swords
into the final rowboat and the pair of whispering women, Maren and Elizabeth,
down the beach, but Jack, the very subject of the explosion remained happily
impassive to Will�s sudden outburst as if expecting it. �I get it, already! You got laid, Jack, ye got damn well
lucky! Are you happy? Point taken, point noted, point [made]! The whole world knows! So for the love of God and all that is
holy-[stop]-[that]-[whistling]!!� A
loose curl fell from the young man�s tie and hung mockingly in his face,
causing him to pause and abruptly blow it away with righteous indignation.
Gasping,
Maren cast an accusing glare at Jack from afar.
�Did�n
[say] a word, luv,� he held out his arms in defense and shouted with total
disregard for discretion, technically faultless, �Littl� William has the most
uncanny powers o� perception, spooky really.
Wonder if ye two be relat�d?� He
itched his chin in mock contemplation.
The medium
snorted, purposely turning her back to him and praying that somehow Will�s
outburst went unnoticed by the men at work securing the wares to the
longboat. No such luck. Immediately, rodent like snickers made her
ears burn and some of those dirty scoundrels actually started to applaud Jack,
who encouraged those ruffians by bowing!
�Ignore
them,� Elizabeth rolled her eyes and tactfully adjusted the shawl she had lent
Maren to cover Jack�s nipping mark atop her cleavage, �Men are like dogs, they
must instinctively mark their territory.�
�Bet Will�s
not like that,� huffing, Maren fumed as the pirates cheered and egged Jack on
behind her.
�You would
be surprised,� vaguely, Elizabeth responded, staring off at the rolling waves
with a dazed expression of sheer satisfaction.
�[And ye�d
be surpris�d, how we be not all that surpris�d,]� Kristy added matter of fact,
insinuating all that they had spied in the smithy.
�May I ask
you something, Maren?� shaking off her daydream and darting careful glances
about them, Elizabeth leaned closer to Maren, her whisper fraught with
suspenseful curiosity, �Was Jack, oh my, I cannot believe I�m asking this! Was he [gentle]?�
They
exchanged blank looks and wide eyes, before bright smiles and merry giggles
broke the embarrassment. Immediately,
they shushed each other like school girls and glimpsed nervously behind them to
check on husband and pirate who stood at a discreet distance, attempting to
appear innocent and smiled, waving.
Elizabeth quickly took Maren�s hand and they skipped further along the
shoreline, skirts kicked up in the wind and cheeks red, snickering all the way
until they were breathless from the short frolic and the laughter.
Upon
reaching a modest location away from Jack�s sharp ears, Maren stopped them,
unable to hold back her enthusiasm anymore and burst out, �Oh, it be the most
wondrous experience o� me life thus far, and believe ye me, that�s really
sayin� somethin�, that �tis!� They
clasped hands tightly as Maren shared her blushing �secret�, �He start�d out
gentle, o� well, a gentleness o� sorts I should say,� modesty forced her to
bite her lip, in suitable bashfulness, �But then! Oh but then, he suddenly �came kind o� [rough] on me, only, I
did�n mind it like I reckon�d I would.
Nay, in fact I kind o�...I sort o�-.�
�Liked it?�
Elizabeth supplied.
�Lov�d it!�
Maren exploded.
Kristy
literally began jumping in place, �[Ooo!
Pet, tell her �bouts the dirty talk!
Tell her �bouts how he fancies the dirty talk!]�
�And did
he-?� attempting to prompt her meaning, Elizabeth gestured vaguely at her, �Oh
dear God, how do I say? Did he...[take
care] of you?� She winked and raised
one arched eyebrow.
Not
immediately did Maren answer, instead she looked oddly perplexed.
A short
snigger and Elizabeth tried again, �Come on, you know, did you [have] one?�
�One what?�
a slight ebb of panic and confusion lined Maren�s naive voice.
Any
playfulness in Elizabeth vanished.
Uh-oh, jesting about good sex was one thing, but teasing about bad sex
was quite another. Suddenly, Elizabeth
laid a gentle hand on Maren�s shoulder, pity written all over her face, �Are
you saying, you didn�t...[climax]?� She
grimaced how the word sounded so formal and technical coming from her mouth. Only she could make sex sound so [medical].
�Climax? I-I do�n understand...�
Sweet
Jesus, were those actual tears in Maren�s bewildered eyes? The poor thing, Elizabeth was swept over by
guilt, thinking she had embarrassed the innocent girl, but then she noticed how
said �innocent girl� was biting her lip, shaking with silent laughter, and
turning red from holding her breath.
�Why you!�
Elizabeth attacked her with pinches, while Maren roared with suppressed
guffaws, �You lying hussy! I truly
believed you hadn�t the faintest clue what I was talking about!�
A particular
vicious poke forced Maren to squeal loudly and retreat back along the beach,
never halting her teasing laughter. �By
the way,� she called back as Elizabeth gave chase, �In answer to yer inquiry, I
did�n just have [one],� three gloating fingers were procured proudly while she
ran, stumbling backwards, �Had meself three o� them [climaxes],� she mimicked
Elizabeth�s prim and stringent voice.
�Oh sure,�
Elizabeth hoisted her skirts higher in order to sprint after the medium faster,
�And now I�m supposed to believe you?!�
But in all honesty, knowing Jack Sparrow or at least what she had heard
about his amorous escapades, Elizabeth did believe it!
Meanwhile,
Jack and Will indulged in their own private gossip, still atop the sand dune
above the rowboats. Coincidently, the
pirate captain was presenting three ringed fingers to Will, �Three times, mate,
I mean, it�s certainly not like me to brag-,� here Will rolled his brown eyes
heavenward but stayed his witty retort, �but three be such an impressive figure
in all modesty, good sturdy number, three�[watch] them knots, ye lazy ravenous
dogs! I�ll not be havin� me armaments
strewn �bout the ocean floor!� Jack barked at the crew members below, before
tilting his head to the side and muttering into Will�s ear, �However, there
does exist the slightest tinge of remorse in me otherwise good
continence...I�ve absolutely ruin�d her future sexual exploits.� The familiar crease crossed Will�s brow as
he frowned at Jack, so the pirate furthered, �After all, she�s probably under
the distorted representation that [all] sex is in essence, incredible, it bein�
her very [first] time and all.� A
genuinely shocked choke sounded as the blacksmith blinked at Jack, �What a
nasty surprise it shall be, when one day some clumsily, inept sod shall prove
her wrong.�
�Wait a
moment Jack, are you trying to tell me that [that],� gesturing an exaggerated
hourglass of a figure, clearly meant to represent the vigorous curves of
Maren�s form, Will asked, incredulous, �was a virgin?�
�Aye,� Jack
smirked, his gold teeth flashing, ��twas a virtual crime for her to remain in
such a sorry state, to be sure.�
�A virgin
in Tortuga?�
�Bloody
miracle, I know.�
Will cast a
thoughtful, sidelong look at him, �Tread carefully, Captain, perhaps Maren is
not so casual in her affections as others.
Do you truly know what you may be getting yourself into?�
Screeching
laughter rose over the hush of the waves and Maren came suddenly into view,
followed close by Elizabeth. There was
a mighty shriek as Elizabeth pounced, wrapping her graceful arms around the
medium�s corseted waist and they spun about in dizzying circles, tickling each
other without mercy. �Jesus Holy
Christ,� Jack gasped and Will gawked at the entwined sirens dancing about in
play, utterly breathtaking, �Now that�s a sight that�ll haunt me dreams for
many a long nights to come.�
Will
attempted to respond, but what can only be accurately described as an
overwhelmed whimper fell from his gaping lips.
�I�ll
second that,� watching with perverted interest, Jack very nearly swallowed his
own tongue when Maren, having succeeded in pinning Elizabeth�s arms behind her
back, smacked a friendly kiss upon her cheek, before releasing her to sprint
away again. �Mother have mercy,� he
wiped invisible drool from his mouth, �how ye fancy forcin� yer way into that
particularly pleasurable brawl, eh?�
Finally,
Will recovered his voice, �That is my wife you�re referring to,� but upon
receiving Jack�s patented [stare], he begrudgingly broke down, �and yes, I
would [fancy]-nay, I would [desire] nothing more then the wondrous opportunity
to press myself between those two pillars of feminine grace before us and
relish in divine beauty until the day I merrily perish, thank you very much!�
�Ye do�n
have to get all �poetic� on me,� tsk-ing, Jack rolled his eyes, �a simple �I�d
fuck �em wild,� would�ve sufficed.�
Will
huffed, �I really don�t think you know what you�re getting yourself into at
all.�
* * *
So they
left Port Royal.
Two distant
figures waved from the beach while two figures in the retreating rowboat waved
back, more watery distant falling between them.
�He looks
like his father,� Jack spoke softly, only Maren who was seated beside him could
hear, �more and more, every day.�
She studied
his distant expression, before treading carefully, �I know what ye said �bouts
dead peoples �round ye, stayin� dead and all.�
His face remained turned to the shore, but Jack�s kohl eyes fell on her
with vague suspicion, so she hurried her explanation, �But I figures ye should
know, at least, that Bootstrap Bill- he is�n hauntin�. He�s not trapp�d like Barbossa is.� Unconsciously, she paused for Jack�s
reaction, but all Maren received was silence and that unreadable stare, �Please
do�n be mad at me, but I check�d through Will while he was sleepin�. I could�n help it, I saw what they-what
they...did to Bill and I jus-I just had to make sure he was�n still sufferin�,
is all.�
�And?� Jack
said quietly, his face blank.
�And,�
Maren continued, �Bill rests. He�s safe
now, he�s happy, it�s finally over for him.�
�Did ye
speak with him?�
�No, only
check�d,� she repeated, � to make sure.�
They sat
together in quiet repose for many long moments, the splash of the oars lapping
at the water and grunting conversations of the rowing pirates behind them
filling the void. Finally, Jack raised
his calloused hand to Maren�s cheek and ran the pad of his thumb over her lip,
�Thank ye.�
The honest
gratitude, seemingly so uncharacteristic in Jack, embarrassed Maren and her
face flushed, turning away. However,
that blush was a fetish that Jack simply couldn�t pass up and he laid one hand,
fingers splayed, on her knee, inching upwards over curvy thighs, �I really
should warn ye, Maren-me-dove.� Before
those nimble digits could reach the juncture of her thighs, Maren abruptly
halted their progression by grabbing Jack�s wrist and glaring at him. �Life at sea �taint all swashbucklin� and
pillagin�. Nay, sometimes when the wind
be dead and the tide be slow, the days seem like they stretch on forever and
the nights become eternities.�
Cocking his
head, Jack leaned in close to Maren�s ear and whispered hotly, tangled hair
falling into a curtain around his face, �But ifen an amicable, young barmaid
was awaitin� in me nice, big bed with bottle o� rum at ready and legs spread,
well, that should cure any cabin fever in two licks.� Maren didn�t even possess the frame of mind to comment on Jack�s
terrible pun; instead, her breath turned shaky and she unconsciously wet her
lips. The hand that held Jack�s wrist
went limp, allowing the pirate to caress her inner thigh once more, �Such fun
we�ll have, Maren. Why think o� all the
games we can play.� An erotically wet
tongue traced the shell of Maren�s ear and she was utterly helpless against the
whimper that escaped her mouth, though she belatedly attempted to cover the
noise with her hand, but too late, the suddenly interested pirates rowing the
longboat had stopped their chatter and listened nonchalantly to the hushed
conversation. Jack ignored them,
leaning back with legs crossed at the ankles, body reclined, and elbows propped
up on the hub of the rowboat.
�Sweetheart, I�m goin� to teach ye everythin� I know.�
�[Reckon I
could be teachin� ye a thin� o� two Sparrow-,]� Kristy had every intention of
detailing exactly what those degenerate lessons might be, but quickly fell
silent. Someone was [watching]
her. Now to a laymen, the vague burn of
someone�s stare is easily overlooked or ignored as easily dismissed as a change
in the wind. However to a ghost not
used to being seen by anyone, save Maren of course, being watched was not only
a novelty, but also a noticeable event.
Hurriedly and somewhat paranoid, Kristy spun about, scanning for the
watcher. Still there was only the
living men in the boat and a stretch of clear water to an empty shore, no other
haunts in sight. Just when she was
about to disregard the whole event, Kristy instinctively glanced up.
The rowboat
was finally upon the ship and right above her upturned head, gazing sightlessly,
was the figurehead of the Black Pearl, perfectly posed with sparrow in
hand. Kristy glared at it as they
steered around the hull of the ship. It
remained steadfastly inanimate, so lifeless, so wooden. Perhaps she had imagined it...
...holy shit,
it moved! It moved!
It was only
a flinch, only the slightest of shifts, but Kristy was positive she saw
it! The heavy lids of those shawdowless
eyes had fallen barely a breath, but fall they did, as if to return Kristy�s
glare. Now whether the figurehead moved
on a physical or supernatural level, Kristy couldn�t say for sure, yet she had
the sinking feeling no one else but her would�ve acknowledged seeing the
impossible.
Admittedly,
the boat was sentient on some level, Kristy had sensed that her first time
boarding the Black Pearl. Many places,
usually structures such as houses, prisons, or churches were left with some
sort of queer impression that given many years of death and birth might
manifest into a more innate perception.
Still, by no stretch of the imagination could these places ever be
considered �thinking� or �feeling� beings.
The Pearl was proving to be different and difficult. Perhaps Kristy could�ve dismissed the
�watching� as she had done before when she first boarded the Pearl, but no
amount of delusion could hide the fact that the figurehead had undeniably
[moved].
�[Either ye
be rubbin� off on this bloody boat, Pet,]� she addressed Maren who would have
rather continued staring at Jack�s mischievous tongue swiping teasingly along his
chapped lips then listen to the silly paranoia of her resident ghost, �[O� that
Aztec curse did.]� The figurehead
remained frozen under Kristy�s scrutiny, until the dead whore�s temper snapped,
�[Ye buck-tooth�d bitch! What the fuck
ye ganderin� at, eh?! Got a
problem? Want one?!]�
Jack
noticed that Maren�s attention was no longer on him, an intolerable act in
itself, but hovering somewhere over the rowboat. Her face was scrunched in bewildered confusion with a sprinkle of
uncertainty. �What? What is it?� he glanced about, having a
medium about surely made for some intensely odd moments.
�I think me
ghost�s pickin� a fight with yer ship,� dumbfounded, she replied.
He paused
for a moment and genuinely contemplated this new information. �Who�s winnin� then?� he chuckled.
Finding the
humor in the situation as uncanny as Jack did, Maren laughed too, �Well she�s
still just pissin� in the breeze, but ifen it comes to a brawl, I�ll wager two
crowns on me Kristy o�er yer Pearl.�
�Sounds
like a fine gamble to me. Let it be two
crowns on the Pearl then.�
�Jack?�
�Aye Maren,
me sweet.�
�Can I
borrows two crowns?�
Jack
laughed even louder, waggling a clever finger at her as the other hand clasped
onto the rope ladder that was tossed down, �Spoken like a true professional
gambler!� With no ceremony, Jack
hoisted himself up the ropes, leaving Maren a tad affronted. Wouldn�t a proper gentleman have offered her
the ladder first and aided in her ascent?
�Pirate,� she answered her own daft question, then addressed Kristy over
her shoulder, �Ye comin� o� be there some plank ye fancy chewin� out first?�
Her wraith
arms crossed in bad temper and sitting stubbornly in the longboat, Kristy
yelled back, �[Soddin� boats should not be �thinkin� period, I so says I!]�
�Aye, too
right, Kristy,� rolling her eyes and stating in an overly sarcastic drawl,
Maren adjusted her skirts and proceeded to climb the rope ladder, �Ye tell �em,
set those boaty buggers straight.
[Boats do�n think].�
...the
tiniest of winds whispered over the sails to caress the sea and upon this
sprite of breath came the inconceivable [feeling]...
�[...what...are...you...]�
But neither
the floating spirit or climbing medium heard this manifestation as they
ascended to the top deck, of course that is only if there truly was anything to
hear...
* * *
�Aye, but
we�re loved by
Our mummies
and dads,
Drink up me
hearties, yo ho!�
�Elizabeth,�
Will semi-groaned and pouted, wrapping his arms around her waist and pressing
plump lips to her neck, �Not that song again.
It�s bad enough you taught it to Jack.�
Missus
Turner stopped her singing, but kept up a thrumming hum.
In the
distant horizon, the Black Pearl was fading from sight, dark sails shining like
a forbidden jewel amidst a satin pillow of blue. Long they watched on the beach, Will and Elizabeth, hypnotized by
the spell the Pearl cast on so many, whispering her great promises of
adventures and freedom. And even if one
could resist her wiles, she still managed to sail away with a stolen dream so
secret and buried you wouldn�t even know it was there until you saw her sailing
away with it, leaving only a melancholy yearning in her wake.
But she
always left you feeling more alive then ever before, almost as if she spoke
aloud, �I�ve won, I�ve won!�
The crease
in his handsome brow formed again as a problem arose in Will�s thoughts. �Elizabeth,� he said again, slightly
worried, �What exactly should we tell Commodore Norrington about Maren�s sudden
departure from us?�
Gradually,
Elizabeth stopped humming and appeared very thoughtful, �I suppose we could
tell him she�s pregnant.�
The urge to
laugh was so forceful, Will actually chocked on his own spit.
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