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Tangled Threads - A Story of Pirates	By : KiwiGirl Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Twenty Seven - Connections

Jack leaned back in his chair, watching his guest; Norrington
had enjoyed the meal, complimenting the chef on the fare served up at the
Captains table. It was odd, decidedly odd to be sharing dinner with a Commodore
of the English Navy, even odder for them both to have appeared to have enjoyed
it, food as well as the conversation. Norrington was
not quite what he had expected, once you got past his absolute loyalty to the
crown, he had some intriguing views on what was going on in the world. Somewhat
surprisingly some of them coincided with Jack�s thoughts. The world was
changing and not necessarily for the better, a man could not take to the sea
anymore and lose himself, the oceans were filled with ships, nations seeking to
expand, men seeking new lives. Those that loved the ocean were being eroded by
men wanting profit alone, men who did not understand what freedom meant. Norrington for all his serving the empire loved the sea and
Jack was pretty certain that he understood freedom as well.

There was a lot to think about, but for now they needed to plan, Commodore Norrington had some interesting suggestions to make about
how they should go about retrieving Bella and Will. He would probably make a
good pirate if he lost the wig and the starch.

Their final strategy was ingenious, well he thought so, a pirate ship being
pursued, nay corralled into the Havana harbour by a
fleet of English, true relations between the English and the Spanish were
always uneasy but the English had the numbers, at least they thought so and no
one would be expecting what would happen next. It did bother Jack just a
little, the thought of the Pearl running from them
even though it was only acting. He would have to be sure to emphasise
that to her when the time came, that it was all in aid of getting Bella and
most importantly her beloved William back. She was fond of Bella; he knew that,
he could sense how the ship recognised his sister
when she stepped on board. But she loved William; she seemed to have some sense
of pride in how the boy had turned out. Of course some would say he was
barking, thinking about a ship like this but he knew the truth, she knew the
souls of every man that had ever sailed on her. The good and the evil, though
the bad apples seemed to be the ones who were lost overboard in storms or fell
from masts. After being possessed by the undead that was Barbossa�s
crew she seemed to have very strong notions now about who tread her decks.

*

The soft curl coiled around Will�s finger, he watched it for a moment, it
wrapped tightly around his little finger, clinging as if it was alive and was
refusing to let go, so determined that he had to twist his hand to release it,
before he could let it fall down Bella�s back to join the other curls.

She had taken the brush and comb and sat in front of the mirror attacking her
hair furiously. Will had pretended to read, but had been watching her out of
the corner of his eye. She was scowling at her reflection, tugging at the
knotted curls, hissing in frustration. From that she progressed to cursing
under her breath until she stormed to her feet throwing the comb across the
room.

�Something wrong Bella?� his tone was mild but she swung to glare at him.

�Knock at the door and tell them to bring some scissors...�

�They are not going to bring scissors Bella� he walked across the room to pick
up the comb. �Sit down.�

�Why?� her hands were on her hips her eyes flashing dangerously.

�Sit�

�Where?�

�Anywhere. Here.� he pointed at the floor in front of
the chair where he had been reading.

She sat, and gave a start of surprise when he sat down behind her, comb in
hand. He picked up a strand of hair, patiently working the comb through it, his
hands gentle, the tugs on her scalp minimal, apologising
each time that he needed to be a little firmer.

�You have beautiful hair Bella� words murmured as he untangled another knot
with his fingertips, �you can�t just chop it all off.�

She closed her eyes as he talked softly, gentle hands soothing.

He had talked quietly for the first few minutes, of nothing in particular, just
things that came into his head, but Bella did not really seem to be listening,
her replies a single word, a mmm or a yes. So he
stopped talking concentrating on the tangles, and then he wished that he had
keep up the chatter, so he did not think how her hair felt in his hands. The
heavy weight of it and how his mind could see her leaning over him, kissing
him, her hair surrounding them in a dark curtain, shielding them from the
world. The curls brushing against his bare chest. He
swallowed hard and his hand shook so that he tugged just a little bit harder.
Bella did not seen to notice, he leaned forward just slightly so that he could
see her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted slightly, as she breathed
just a little faster. He had listened to her breathing for so many nights now
that he knew the rhythm of every breath, when she was asleep and when she was
awake. This was different, the steady inhale and exhale broken by slight catch
every so often, almost a little gasp.

Christ, the word mumbled inside his head as he hastily leaned into the chair,
so that the hand that had reached forward to touch her mouth was jerked back
with the momentum of his body. What was he thinking, wanting to touch her lips
to feel them against his finger tips; she would be likely to bite him. That
made him smile and he felt better, more balanced for a moment until she
stretched, leaning back so that she was resting between his thighs, one hand
touching his foot. His body responded, and he hoped, no prayed that she would
not lean back any further. He bit his lip and bent his head to the task,
thinking about all manner of unpleasant things that Jack would be likely to do
if he ever found out that Will had been thinking these sorts of thoughts about
Bella. It was just the closeness of her and the fact that they had been
confined together for so many days, that was what it
was.

�Finished� he picked up the mass of curls that now spilled down her back,
bunching them above her head resisting the temptation to kiss the base of her
neck �there all beautiful again.�

She had been in a doze, a languorous dream, his
fingers sending warm shivers down her spine each time that he had pulled
another curl loose. She felt strangely warm all over and each time Will�s hands
had brushed against her skin she had quivered inside, wanting his hands to
rest, or maybe to touch her more. Shaking her head just slightly, dispelling
those thoughts she stood as he did and turned, her eyes heavy lidded.

�Thank you Will� she went to kiss his cheek, maybe it was that she was half
asleep, perhaps one of them moved just slightly but instead of her lips softly
touching his skin they brushed against his mouth. She jumped as though burnt.

Blushing furiously, Bella quickly turned her back, mumbling sorry but he caught
her arm, pulling her towards him, fingers under her chin so that her face was
upturned, bending his head so that his lips now softly touched hers. She
gasped. He kissed her again, his mouth firm on hers, seeking some response and
her lips parted, so that she was kissing him back with a hunger that surprised
him, that made him pull her closer so that his hands were tangled in that
glorious hair.

The kiss seemed to go on and on, Bella felt like she was drowning, then flying
and she did not ever want to stop even if she could not breathe, but somehow
she managed to take a breath. Her fingers were now in Will�s hair, and she felt
hot, very hot. His lips left hers and she gave a whimper of disappointment that
became a moan as his mouth moved down her neck, soft kisses that made her
quiver, inside and out.
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