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Usual disclaimers
With thanks to
Chelsey, Rowenablue, Marzbar, Mrs Depp, JHG and of course Hils.
Well, this is it –
the penultimate chapter. Enjoy!

…
Chapter
twenty-five: ‘I love you,
Jack Sparrow. More than you’ll ever
know.’

‘Right on time,’ Jack
grinned in the pale dawn light as he looked out at the Black Pearl sailing into the small cove which he always used whenever he needed to
go to Port Royal for whatever reason.
‘She’s taken
damage,’ Shay observed, casting an eye over the black ship through his
spyglass.
‘I’ll kill that
bloody Groves,’ her captain swore.
‘Much?’
‘Mostly riggin’,
th’masts are intact though.’
‘That’s somethin’ I
suppose,’ Jack sighed. ‘Come on, let’s
get rowin’, young Connelly.’
‘Aye, old Sparrow,’
Shay teased.
‘You’ll be rowin’
on yer own, if yer not careful,’ Jack warned with mock severity as they pushed
the boat off the shingle and jumped in, taking up the oars.
‘Why, are ye goin’
ter swim?’ Shay enquired, an innocent expression on his face.
‘Ha bloody ha,’
Jack sniped, splashing the younger man with his oar. ‘I can’t wait ter get home,’ he lamented, missing Jenny and their
baby more than he imagined he would have.
‘Me neither,’ the
Irishman agreed, stroking the paddle through the water a little harder. ‘I just hope th’riggin’ isn’t too badly
damaged.’
‘We’ll anchor off
Black River Bay an’ do repairs – shouldn’t take long,’ Jack reasoned. ‘Then we’ll go straight home, eh?’
‘As fast as th’winds can take us.’
‘I’ll take command
this time,’ Jack winked. ‘Can’t have
yer gettin’ too used to it just yet…’
‘Aye, Captain,’ Shay replied with a grin.
‘Enjoy it while ye can.’
‘I fully intend
to,’ Jack agreed. ‘Just as I fully
intend to enjoy retirement.’
…
Elias Beauchamp
hesitated outside the office door of Governor Norrington, still trying to
compose himself. He had not had much
time to grieve over his former lover as the attack by the pirates had demanded
his attention, but as he readied himself for this meeting, he found himself
barely able to keep his emotions in check, prompting his servant to enquire
after him more than once as he helped his master to dress. He took a deep breath and knocked smartly on
the door, entering when beckoned.
‘Elias,’ Governor
Norrington greeted him coolly.
‘Sir,’ the Commodore
nodded. ‘I… I have some bad news, Sir.’
‘More bad news?’ Norrington sighed.
‘Whatever has happened now?’
‘Geo… Captain
Farrier is dead,’ he stated simply.
‘He’s what? How do you know this?’ the
Governor demanded.
‘I-I… a spy
informed me,’ he lied. ‘He was taken by
pirates and killed.’
‘Which pirates?’
‘Jack Sparrow,’ he
informed him. ‘I don’t care if he died by your hand or not,
Sparrow,’ he thought. ‘It
can be something else you will hang for.’ Beauchamp paused before
continuing. ‘I believe that in light of
this news, and the fact that we have lost another ship…’ he winced as
Norrington glared angrily at him. ‘That
it might be wise to call a temporary halt in the war against the pirates.’
‘At last!’ James
Norrington declared. ‘You finally have
some common sense! Have you any idea
how close I have come to sending a letter to the Admiralty asking for you to be
replaced? It’s only because they would
not have been very impressed that I seem to get through Commodores at a rate of
knots, that I held back,’ he retorted.
‘But, rest assured, Commodore Beauchamp, I shall relieve you of your
position at the earliest opportunity – do I make myself clear?’
‘Perfectly,’ the
hapless man mumbled, looking downcast.
‘I am sorry, Sir.’
‘Sorry does not replace
all the ships that have been lost thanks to your monstrous self-esteem, not to
mention the good men who have died because you thought you could just stroll in
here and be as successful as elsewhere.’
The Governor sighed deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘The Caribbean is different to the Americas
and the Mediterranean, as I tried to tell you so many times before. Caribbean pirates are different and Jack
Sparrow the most different of the lot.’
‘I know, Sir…’
‘Now you do, yes. But you and
Farrier just would not take on board what others tried to tell you. Others who were more experienced in life
over here - in the people and pirates over here.’
‘Our way worked
until the pirates started fighting back,’ Beauchamp protested.
‘Yes, but you kept
doing things your way – you were not flexible to changing your plans to fit in
with the change of events.’
‘You’re right,
Sir. I’m sorry…’
‘Go on,’ James
Norrington sighed. ‘Go and sort out
this latest mess.’
‘Yes, Sir, thank
you, Sir,’ Commodore Beauchamp fawned as he backed out of the room.
‘Bloody hell,’ James Norrington sighed. ‘What else can that man do that will possibly
go wrong?’ His thoughts turned to his forthcoming
wedding to a widow of a plantation owner, who had died nine months previously
from a fever. ‘At least I have something to look forward to,’ he smiled to himself. ‘And
the children will finally have a mother in Jayne.’ He looked down at his ink
well, wondering whether to write a letter to the Admiralty after all, before deciding
once more not to. ‘One last chance,’ he said to himself. ‘Just one…’
…
Four days later

Jack leaned against
the bowsprit, watching as the outcrop loomed ever larger as the Black Pearl sailed gracefully towards it.
He fished his spyglass from a pocket and trained it on their house,
grinning to himself as he saw a figure standing by the arbor in the garden,
waving at the ship.
‘Mr. Penhaligan,’
he called, hoping the master gunner was close to hand.
‘Yes, Cap’n?’ the
Cornishman replied.
‘Give my wife a
welcome fire.’
‘With pleasure,
Cap’n,’ he chuckled, busying himself loading a nearby carronade with shot and
firing it.
‘Home at last,’
Shay smiled as he approached his captain and friend.
‘Aye, home at
last,’ Jack sighed with relief. ‘I think
a week’s shore leave’ll be enough fer th’men, eh?’
‘I don’t know,’
Shay mused. ‘Th’men have become very
fond of Rosie an’ th’other girls…’
‘Two weeks?’
‘At least,’ the
younger man laughed. ‘Give us time ter
appreciate our wives once more, as well.’
‘An’ them time ter
get fed up of us under their feet…’ Jack lamented, rolling his eyes. ‘You can tell th’men th’good news.’
‘Aye, Jack,’ Shay
deferred, leaving to deliver the good news to the crew.
‘Ya want ter come
back?’ Jack asked Joshamee Gibbs as the portly man climbed the quarterdeck
steps to speak to Pauly Wilson, the new helmsman of the Pearl.
‘On board? Thanks, but… no thanks,’ he smiled. ‘I enjoy pottering about in the fishing boat
with Tom and Fin.’
‘Fair enough, ya’ve
earned it,’ Jack nodded, turning his attention back to the house, which was now
closer still. He put the glass back in
his pocket and climbed up on the bowsprit, holding onto a line as he waved to
Jenny, who jumped up and down, waving back frantically.
‘Shall we drop anchor,
Cap’n?’ Pauly enquired.
‘Aye, Mr. Wilson,
we shall. Haul in sail an’ drop
anchor!’ he bellowed. ‘An’ ready a
boat.’
‘I thought you
might be swimming, seeing as you’re that keen,’ Gibbs teased, winking at the
helmsman as he walked towards the steps again.
‘Oi! Ya can still be punished,’ Jack warned
jokingly, climbing back down again as the ship slowed to a stop.
‘Shay, ya have
command.’
‘Bugger it!’ the
Irishman cursed under his breath. ‘Aye,
Cap’n,’ he replied as he watched the boat being lowered and Jack disappearing
over the side.
‘Let him get home,
then I’ll see to everything,’ Joshamee smiled.
‘Ye sure? Thanks Joshamee, I appreciate it,’ Shay
grinned, as eager as Jack to see his own family again.
‘Just keep quiet,
eh?’
‘Not a word,’ Shay
promised. ‘Not a word…’
…
‘Jack!’ Jenny
cried, running down the path the greet him and flinging herself in his arms,
giggling with delight as he swung her around.
‘Did everything go all right?’
‘Aye, everything
went fine,’ he assured her. ‘Rebecca’s
goin’ ter bonded service, th’Commodore will be a good boy from now on, an’
Thomas broke his wife from the gaol.’
‘That’s wonderful,’
she breathed, pressing her lips urgently against his.
‘Mmm,’ he
mumbled. ‘It is…’
‘Sive has Joshua
for a while,’ she gasped between kisses.
‘So why are we
wastin’ time out here?’ Jack wondered, releasing her from his embrace and
grabbing her hand, pulling her up the remainder of the path and into their
house, shutting the door firmly behind them.
‘Would you slow down,’
Jenny laughed as Jack bounded to the stairs.
‘You’ll wear me out before we even reach the bedroom.’
‘So we won’t reach
th’bedroom then,’ Jack grinned wolfishly.
‘Oh no,’ she
warned. ‘I want to be comfortable, if
you don’t mind…’
‘It’s always comfortable…’
‘For you, maybe…’
‘It wouldn’t be
comfortable over a barrel, an’ that’s where you want ter do it!’
‘Says who?’
‘You!’ Jack
stated. ‘Yer always on about havin’ it
over a barrel.’
‘I am not!’ Jenny
cried with mock indignation. ‘I’m
always on about having it anywhere…’
‘You naughty
woman!’ Jack declared, stopping and looking at her with wide eyes, which were
twinkling with amusement.
‘Well I hope I am,
after being with you for the past two years or so,’ she laughed, reaching up to
plant a kiss on his cheek.
‘Has it only been that long?’ Jack wondered. ‘It
feels like we’ve been together fer years.’
‘I know,’ Jenny
smiled, snuggling upto him on the stairs.
‘It will be years, hopefully.’
‘No hopefully about
it, especially now Farrier’s gone an’ th’Commodore’s been dealt with. Now come on, we’re wastin’ precious lovin’
time.’
‘Sive said she’d
have Josh all day, if needs be…’
‘She’s a good
girl,’ Jack grinned, carrying on his way back up the stairs still clasping his
wife’s hand.
‘I expect you left
poor Shay to make the Pearl shipshape?’ she chided gently as they
reached the bedroom.
‘No doubt Gibbs
will have told him that he’d take care of it,’ Jack chuckled, knowing his old
quartermaster well. ‘Now, enough of
everybody ‘cept you an’ me…’
‘And the matter in
hand,’ Jenny murmured as she wound herself around Jack, bringing him closer.
‘Th’matter in hand,
indeed,’ Jack smiled, taking her lower lip between his teeth and sucking gently
on it while his fingers worked on the laces at the back of the pale lemon dress
his wife was wearing.
‘I’ve missed you,’
Jenny whispered as she cupped his buttocks and ground herself against the bulge
at the front of his breeches.
‘Sweet Jesus,
woman!’ Jack gasped, breaking away from her.
‘Do ya want it over an’ done with before you’ve even got into my
breeches?’
‘No’ she chuckled,
easing off a little, but not too much.
She was enjoying the desire the contact was sending coursing through her
body.
‘I’ve missed you,’
he growled softly in her ear. ‘I always
miss ya.’
‘I’m glad to hear
it,’ she smiled, shuddering as his sharp teeth nipped at the tender flesh where
neck and shoulder meet. ‘Now enough
talk and undress me,’ she ordered.
‘Yes, M’am,’ Jack
grinned, breaking fully away from the embrace and sliding the dress down
Jenny’s arms until it pooled at her feet, his eyes widening in surprise as he
realised that she wore nothing beneath it.
‘I knew you were
coming home,’ Jenny told him by way of explaination as she kicked the dress out
of the way. ‘Don’t ask me how or why, I
just did.’
‘Bloody hell,’ he
rasped huskily, taking her breasts in his hands and running his thumbs over her
nipples until they were hard as tiny pebbles before covering one with his mouth
and suckling on it.
‘Oh…’ Jenny gasped,
arching her back and tangling her fingers through his hair. ‘Suck harder,’ she pleaded, groaning as Jack
instantly complied with her wishes.
‘Yer milk tastes
nice,’ he chuckled as he eventually pulled away. ‘No wonder Joshua’s always hungry.’
‘Cheeky sod,’ Jenny
laughed as she started untying the sash around her husband’s waist, grateful
that she didn’t have the sword belt to contend with this time. ‘Jack…’ she sighed with exasperation as his
roving hands kept getting in her way.
‘Do you want to be as naked as me?’
‘Well it ain’t much
use any other way, eh?’
‘So let me undress
you then, you fool!’
‘Yer callin’ me a
fool, hmm? I’ll give yer fool,
wifey!’
Jenny squealed as
Jack picked her up and threw her gently down on the bed before divesting himself
of his boots. His eager fingers
stumbled over the laces of his breeches, until Jenny knelt up and batted his
hands away, unlacing them with ease and slipping a hand inside, caressing the
throbbing length of his manhood and eliciting moans of pure pleasure from Jack.
‘Come on,’ she
beckoned seductively, lying down on the bed and summoning him with her finger.
Jack needed no
second bidding and lay on top of his wife, shrugging his shirt over his head as
she lifted it. ‘No child ter interrupt
us all day, hmm?’ he enquired as he savoured her warm, soft body beneath his.
‘All day,’ she
murmured, wrapping her legs around his and caressing his calves with her feet
as her hands unwound the bandana from his head.
‘Bliss,’ Jack
muttered as he guided himself to her entrance, easing in slowly, gasping as her
moist heat engulfed him.
‘Bliss indeed,’
Jenny smiled, bringing her legs across his back and drawing him in deeper.
Jack lay still for
a moment, just taking in her face flushed with pleasure, and her eyes looking
lovingly into his, before starting to take up the rhythm, driving himself into
her wet tunnel and withdrawing almost fully then slamming hard back in
again. Jack leaned forward, his hands
resting either side of Jenny’s head as he drove in harder and deeper, grinning
ferally as she moaned and writhed, damp tendrils of hair sticking to her face.
‘You like it rough,
don’t ya?’ he teased, biting hard on her neck, the feel of her erect nipples
brushing along his chest sending fire racing through his veins.
‘Y-yes,’ Jenny
gasped, clutching his hips, her nails digging into his skin. ‘H-harder, please,’ she begged.
‘Let’s bring yer legs up,’ Jack suggested, ceasing his
ministrations for a moment while he hooked first one leg over his shoulder and
then the other, then he started ramming into her once more. ‘Better?’ he chuckled.
‘Much,’ Jenny gasped, feeling as though he was filling the
whole of her insides. ‘Oh God, Jack!’
she moaned as her body spasmed and cannon fire seemed to explode in her
head. ‘Jack…!’
Jack gritted his teeth as the feel of her hot juices flowing
over his manhood had him teetering on the edge of release. He wanted it to last as long as he could but
Jenny’s hands stroked the back of his thighs and Jack let go with a cry,
plunging as far into her as he could as he released his seed until he was fully
spent.
‘Bloody hell,’ he muttered, carefully easing her legs from
his shoulders and laying down beside her.
‘Bloody hell, indeed,’ Jenny grinned, wiping her hands over
her face to brush hair from it.
‘An’ we’ve still got th’rest of th’day to kill yet…’
‘So stop talking and save your energy,’ she laughed,
stroking his chest absently.
‘I love you, Jenny Wren,’ Jack mumured, turning on his side
and looking deeply into her eyes.
‘I love you, Jack Sparrow.
More than you’ll ever know.’
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