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The Haunting Place	By : Lktwoozee Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 11161 -:- 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.

Chapter List
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See previous chapters for Disclaimers, Warnings, and Notes.

Chapter Four: The Kick
�Ten years ye carry that
pistol-,�
In a fluid motion,
almost impossible for the naked eye to follow, Jack drew his sword and spun
towards that voice, his voice. He halted his blade, barely half an inch
from a lovely neck not three feet away from him. He paused, appalled.
�-and now ye waste
yer shot,� Maren�s eyes were empty, never registering the sword upon her
throat. Instead she turned her face and
cocked her ear as if listening to some silent statement. Her expression, so like his, altered from pleasure to pain. A graceful hand rose to her left breast and
moved an invisible lapel. Her vision
fell down to her chest then lifted to Jack, almost relieved, �I feel�cold.�
Just as Maren should�ve fallen, body rigid,
she caught herself and blinked away the haze, listening to Kristy�s soothing
assurances that she was not in a cave covered in treasure, a handsome boy was
not standing magnificently by a stone chest behind her, a beautiful girl was
not strangely dressed in an officer�s uniform, and Jack was not her murderer
with his pistol in hand, hating her so passionately. She rejoined reality only to discover Jack indeed had a blade
pointed at her. His eyes were severe, full
of amazement, and a thin sheen of sweat had dampened his brow while his arm
held the sword stiff and ready.
�I know I ask�d for
that,� Jack said quietly, sheathing his sword, �But never be doin� that
again. Anyone dead �round me, stays
dead, savvy?�
Maren mutely nodded,
allowing herself to release a anxious breath she wasn�t aware she�d been
holding. She felt nauseous, whoever
that spirit was he was an evil man and her whole soul felt like scouring itself
clean. The shaking of her nerves was
testament that she was ill practiced with her unique skills, but even rusty she
sensed something�odd. And then there
was Jack, she might have just insulted him in someway, she felt timid and
guilty about it. If he was offended, he
was the type to never reconcile, holding grudges forever. Her friendship with the great Captain
Sparrow was over before it ever really begun and for reasons she wasn�t willing
to admit to herself, she was regretful.
Jack kept
silent. Maren was preparing herself for
another borage. Freak, witch, devil�she
endured that and more many times prior.
But the attack she received was not what she was expecting�
As graceful as his
swordplay had been, Jack pounced on Maren yet again. One of his arms surrounded her waist and the opposite grasped her
back. There was a second of
bewilderment when her body crashed against Jack�s, warm and strong. That familiar gasp of surprise spilled from
her lips and Jack�s mouth descended like a bird of prey. Wet heat engulfed her senses, lighting fires
down her limbs and freeing fresh desires.
His talented tongue ravaged her mouth like his presence ravaged her
confidence, caressing and stroking her own, till she responded meekly flicking
at his teeth. A base moan vibrated from
his throat. Regarding this as
encouragement, she grew bolder, tasting the gold of his teeth before
instinctually invading his mouth. He
responded with an aggressive nip at her lips.
A strange tingling began to burn somewhere by her stomach and moisture
dampened her knickers. Without her
consent, a wanton groan sounded from her own throat, her hands grasping
desperately to his shoulders. Hearing
her pleasure, Jack shifted his hold on her.
He ran his fingers through her flaxen hair, which he discovered to be
soft like a rabbit�s, before taking a secure hold of her scalp, deepening the
kiss, assaulting her mouth anew. His
other hand, took a generous handful of that backside he�d been so admiring,
pressing her quivering hips to his swollen organ. The friction this caused was exquisite for them both.
�Now that be
a twist�d motherfucker!� Kristy reappeared, the
lines that defined her ghostly form fuzzier than usual. �Was it jus-whoa!� she shrieked at the embracing couple, �Jesus,
what I miss?!�
Maren�s world reeled
back into focus. This new craving was
akin to her second sight, in that she was utterly consumed by Jack�s charisma,
completely lost as to where he started and she stopped. Yet, with the embarrassment of Kristy
witnessing her wanton behavior, though Kristy certainly wasn�t one to judge,
Maren lurched away, bracing her arms against his chest and pushing with all her
might. �Eh, I said no sportin�!� she
breathlessly growled.
Securing his grip
around her waist, Jack heaved her up, spinning merrily, that drunken grin
usurping his face, �And I said no promises!�
Maren squealed, dizzy from his twirling, her feet dangling like a rag
doll, searching for floor. �Miracles be
thy name Maren!� without warning Jack relinquished his hold, sprawling Maren
into the wall. If Jack registered the
heavy thud or her pained cry as she caught herself on the dresser, he didn�t
bother acknowledging it. He sang
blithely instead, �WE PILLAGE! WE PLUNDER!
WE RIFLE! WE DON�T GIVE A
HOOT!� His footfalls were light
considering he wore boots, as he danced about like a heathen worshipper, still
humming that infernal song and conducting an unseen orchestra that he alone
heard.
�He�s drunk!�
�He�s mad!�
�Aye that I am,� he
beckoned to Maren, she pinned herself to the wall, wary of his wild mood
swings. �But ever notice the
correlation between madness and brilliance?
And I be so bloody brilliant even I be impressed with meself!� Jack
howled at the ceiling. �This is goin�
to work, it�s really goin� to work and
you-,� grasping her by the hand and pulling her away from the safety of the
wall, Jack forced her into a careless waltz, �-you be the key to the puzzle,
the final piece! Me bonnie, beautiful, bitch o� a barmaid!� Maren intended to
reciprocate, but was too preoccupied with avoiding tripping over Jack�s florid
feet.
�If I was a
religious man Maren,� Jack cupped her face, her cheeks squishing upwards like a
demented chipmunk and Jack bowed his head to rest his temple upon hers, �You be
the answer to me prayers,� he said still insanely happy. He chastely kissed the top of her crown,
puckering his lips noisily. Then, like
a cat distracted with string, he dropped her chin and paced to the door.
�Where�where are ye
goin�?� dazed Maren followed.
�Have to go luv,�
flinging the door open, Jack existed backwards, �things to do and all.�
�But what �bouts-,�
Maren longed to say �that kiss!? That
extraordinary, life-alterin�, seducin�, blood-boilin�, divine enigma of
sexuality that ye, Cap�n Jack Sparrow, and me, Miss Maren Attle, generat�d
together not sixty seconds ago!?� but her modesty obliged her to say, �-What
�bouts me money?�
�Aye, o� course,�
striding down the meager hallway, Jack slapped his brow and Maren raised her
skirts to keep speed behind Jack. �Next
I return, I�ll bring ye the dead man�s favorite possession and for ye,� Jack
halted at the top of the stairs, faking deep contemplation, his fingers
stroking his beard. �Suppose one
hundred crowns should do quite nicely,� clambering down the stairs, he abandoned
her to astonishment.
�One hundred crowns��
her heart pounding, Maren muttered flabbergasted, before sprinting after Jack,
�Jack wait!�
�Well I be
mount�d by a dog�� had Kristy technically still
had a bladder, she probably would have wet herself. She compensated by sinking through the floor, �Wouldn�t ye
know it? I�m finally wealthy and too
bleedin� dead to appreciate it proper!�
�Yes me gel?� Jack
turned at the entrance to the pub arms spread to her.
She paused, suddenly
shy to address him so directly, �I�I guess I be wishin� to thank ye. And Kristy thanks ye too,� Maren noticed
Kristy performing a jig among the local drunks. �And�and when will I sees ye again?� her blush blazed like flame
upon her skin, Jack�s smile was as devious as an incubus.
�I imagin� we be
meetin� �gain very soon,� Jack gracefully claimed her hand, pressing a warm
kiss with the slightest touch of his nimble tongue upon her wrist. His dark eyes never left her lighted ones
and she shivered, mouth agape. �Escort
me out, Maren?� he proffered his elbow and in numb bliss, she accepted.
�All right ye
pissers!� he bellowed, entering the pub with lady in tow. Gibbs and the three pirates bounced to their
feet from their table, �Good news lads, I be callin� it a night, shore leave
for everyone!� Delight and trouble
dripped from every grin and jeer the crew of the Black Pearl expressed at this
generous news. �But �fore ye go burnin�
Tortuga to the ground,� even Jack couldn�t veil the mischief in his voice, �we
best fetch the blacksmith to fix the brig.� Instantly,
the merriment faded and the pirates, now serious, trailed behind Jack and Maren
to the street door.
A prickly vibe
coursed through Kristy�s shade. She
stopped her leaping to wonder at the pirate�s demeanor, �I reckons them
sea fags just used some sort o� pirate code, eh Pet?�
Maren ignored her,
which one was apt to do with a personally permanent life commentator, focusing
all her awestruck attention on the pirate captain who beamed down on her. �Cap�n Jack Sparrow,� she pondered girlishly,
�who would have dream�d he�d end up bein� me savior from this swallow�me
benefactor definitely�me knight in shinin� armor perhaps?�
�Eh Pet?�
�Just one more
thing, Maren,� Jack stepped between her and the exit, finger pressed against
his pursed lips, as if some revelation had just dictated itself. Maren peered up at him, engrossed and
attentive, �Would ye happen to be interest�d in an epic adventure o� infamy and
mystery, existin� moment for moment upon the wind in the sails, bravin� quests
as deadly as they be dangerous, laughin� at lightenin� storms upon the horizon,
seizin� the present like a sword, survivin� by the hiss of a cannonball,
stealin� the very fruit of temptation straight from the tree and tastin� its
sweet juices, all to conquer and claim the final destination of a legendary
treasure and eminence beyond ye wildest fantasies?� He calmly said this,
straight in one breath.
Reality and
practicality rudely crashed, awakening Maren from her enchantment. �Not a chance in hell Cap�n Sparrow,� her
blue eyes rolled.
Jack sneered, but
not cruelly, �Thought ye might say that.�
His gaze shifted over Maren�s shoulder, �Boys?� he inquired politely.
Maren�s forehead
furrowed in confusion for a split second-
Before the pirate
behind her gagged her with a filthy rag.
Another clamped her arms in one powerful fist, binding them together
roughly behind her back with chafing twine.
She finally screamed, but failed, muffled by the gag. Panic muted the desperate yells of Kristy,
shrieking to fight, to fight for her life!
Vainly she thrust her weight against the pirate that captured her,
attempting to run, but was shaken warningly.
�Forgot to tell ye,
luv,� Jack leered gleefully �Not a bloody thing that ever belong�d to the late
Cap�n Romulus is above twenty leagues under the sea! There�s no personal affects o� his left. So-,� forcing a demanding kiss against her
restrained lips, Jack whispered, hot breath caressing her mouth, �I have no
choice but to insist upon ye presence aboard the Black Pearl and her sequential
voyage to Rommie�s hauntin� place, savvy?�
His smug chortle made her face burn with humiliation.
�Watch this now,
Kristy,� Maren bit out soundlessly, the vengeance in her thoughts pacified the
wailing ghost who quieted.
In later years,
locals referred to the historic incident with foreboding as �the Kick Heard
Round the World�.
Maren was successful
in swinging her foot backward, gaining a considerable amount of leverage before
hoisting her frame forward, her leg speeding with propulsion from gravity,
mass, and every muscle her body could muster, and colliding solidly with a
heavenly �oof!� bulls eyed directly into Jack�s prized, if not lengthy,
manhood.
As Kristy would have
said, right in the sociables!
No one made a sound.
To Jack�s credit, he
didn�t collapse and refused to cry, but both prospects were sorely
tempting. He compromised with doubling
over, wheezing in agonizing misery.
Black spots sprouted before his eyes and vaguely he heard that damned
woman chuckling, satisfied from behind her gag. �� he choked out, his throat sealed shut, lest he scream in
pain. One hand tucked securely around
his crotch, the other waving at the stupid pirate with the sack, Jack�s face
paled eerily and he felt nauseous. He
solemnly vowed that if he were sick, he�d retch all over that pretty face of
hers!
Blessedly, Gibbs
took charge. �Get the sack on her, ye
daft bastard! And Christ�s sake, beware
o� them legs!� Maren tried to renew her
assault, but a smelly sack blackened her vision and covered her from head to
toe. Her world flipped upside down,
literally, when the largest of the three crewmembers hoisted the bag upward and
over his shoulder. Disoriented and in
the dark, Maren discovered, with sinking hopes, that she had no room to
maneuver. Panic spawned with her fear,
until Kristy�s voice spoke in her ear, calming and focusing, keeping her temper
sparked like an angry, familiar fire.
Maren surrendered herself to the only thing she could, screeching like
an irate banshee around her gag.
Eventually, Jack
inched himself into a standing position.
His color returned and the grin, but his strut wasn�t as flamboyant as
before, mindful of a certain tenderness at his core. Gibbs and the others looked at him expectantly. �I�m not sure I deserv�d that,� Jack finally
spoke and the crew, very much relieved that there was no permanent damage,
laughed loudly.
�Quits your
daydreamin� and lets get movin�!� Cap�n Sparrow ordered gruffly, immediately
the pirates filed out. Jack was the
last to leave and he spun about, removing his hat and saluted grandly to the
ancient tamers of the sea, before taking his leave of the �Siren�s Drink�. Echoing, his voice belted along the
alleyway, �YO HO! A PIRATE�S LIFE FOR
ME!� truth be told, it was a little more tenor than before.
There was a few
minutes of absolute silence, until Old Buckman, who had waited the fiasco out
in a dark corner of the pub, shuffled uncertainly, eyes darting this way and
that, before sneaking behind the bar and reaching one shaky spotted hand
towards a whiskey bottle.
�Buck, get out o�
there!� the barmaid known as Helen arrived to start her shift. �I should skin ye alive for showin� ye face
here, for all the money ye o� the tab!
Get ye daft bugger, get!� Old
Buckman returned to his corner shame-faced.
Helen began her routine of chores, but abruptly halted� �Where�s
Maren?� The elderly sailors dutifully
stared at their drinks.

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