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Sea Change Chapter Four (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply

A/N Goddess Foxfeather is a wondermous beta and REALLY the
BUSIEST WOMAN ALIVE �� Readers/Reviewers: I�m going to be out of town for a week so if
I miss an update next week, I�ll put out two the following week. *GLOMP * Thanks for reading/reviewing!!!!!!

�Oh, bloody
hell��
A loud
guffaw sent a sharp spike of annoyance down Myrtle�s spine. �Got it all over , din�cha?�
�Yes,� she
said curtly, �I seem to have spilled the�food,� she hesitated to call it that,
�on myself. Thank you for your astute observation.�
�Men don�t
like being shown up, dove,� Jack opined from the steps leading to the galley,
his golden smile glinting in the oily light of the small space. He made a whistling noise through his teeth
at the sailor rummaging through the hardtack for a piece less rat-chewed. �You on duty, sailor?�
�Naw,� he replied, tearing off a piece of the paltry snack
with brown teeth. �Hungry.� He swept a glance over Jack then seemed to
realize who he was facing. �Awk��
Myrtle had
never seen a man move that fast in her life, and she had even set her sister�s
suitor on fire once accidentally. At
least she would swear to it being an accident.
�Thank you,� she said as soon as the hatch had slammed shut behind the
departing sailor. �He was starting to
make me nervous.� _Unlike you, _ she
added to herself as she returned to sorting through the root vegetables they
had acquired in Kingston. Most were decent and a real treat after weeks
of salt pork and hardtack and rum. Anna
Maria had ordered the ship�s finest to be presented for the crew of the Pearl,
an order that was met with much complaining and muttered derision. Most of the men on the Sea Witch had voiced the opinion that the crew of
the Pearl were no better than common
sea scum, just blindingly lucky. Jack
Sparrow, some of the men said, hissing it to her as they went about their
tasks, was not a real pirate. He lacked
the backbone, one said. He lacked the balls,
another corrected, both of them delighting in Myrtle�s blush and flustered
handling of the
soap bucket. Jack was standing before
her now, peering down at her as she began scraping the mold off one slightly
sad potato. �Aren�t you wanted abovedeck?� she asked in a slightly tarter tone than she
wished for. She winced as Jack laughed,
a loud and caroling sound filling the mildewy galley.
�What�s the
matter, love?� he asked in a low voice, stepping closer, his hands carefully
folded behind his back. �Are you afraid I�m going to ravish you next to the
stores?� He reached out then, almost cautiously,
and ran his finger along the edge of the kerchief holding her hair off her neck
and bound to her head. �Afraid I�ll take
a handful of your lovely locks, wrap it around my fingers, bend your head back
and make a feast of your throat and breasts?� he added, unable to stop
himself. Myrtle turned red as a cooked
lobster, ducking her head away from his reach.
When she did not respond aloud but instead began scrubbing potatoes with
a vengeance. �You can�t imagine my
surprise,� he said, starting to pace, stroking his beard thoughtfully, �when I
saw that you were aboard this ship and not safely ashore in Port
Royal. I wondered if some
tragedy had befallen the lovely Turners, or if, perhaps, you had lost your
damned mind!�
Myrtle
dropped the potato and turned to face him, folding her arms under her breasts
which, despite her best efforts, were still obvious beneath the lawn of her
shirt. �Anna Maria asked, I accepted.
The Turners, as of three weeks ago when we last received word from Port Royal, are just fine.� She left out the bit about the miscarriage,
the house fire and the forge mishap which left Will with a scar running the
length of one leg. Instead, she smiled
as sweetly as she could manage, wished for once that she had been able to take
a nice, long bath with perfumed salts and powder, and turned her back on Jack
yet again.
�Are you so
hungry for death that you must court it?� he snarled suddenly, grabbing her arm
and forcing her to turn around. �You don�t
understand this life! You don�t understand the dangers��
�I�ve heard
this all before,� she said calmly, glancing pointedly at his hand on her
arm. �Let go of me now or I�ll scream.� She could not help it, she found herself
staring into his eyes, remembering what they looked like as they burned into
her soul and his body joined with hers.
She remembered, feeling it like a wave crashing over her head, the rum
and coconut scent of his flesh, the heat of his body pressing her against the
rough bunk� She knew he could tell her
thoughts because he suddenly smiled, a breathtakingly
cocky expression that showed his teeth through dark beard and shadowy
light.
�Scream on,
dove,� he said softly. �Men on this ship
won�t care. Anna Maria is a good
captain, but that doesn�t mean her men are innocents� A woman�s scream might
incite them�� He trailed off, raising a
brow, slackening his grip just a fraction.
�Let go,�
she repeated, pressing close, �or you�ll scream.�
Jack
blinked in surprise. He felt the subtle
prick of the paring knife against his groin, just hard enough to be
obvious. A fleeting startlement
came over him, but what rose from his throat was a laugh. He released her arm, her surprised expression
making him laugh all the more. �You�ve
been on this ship too long, dove,� he chuckled.
�What did
you mean, court death?� she demanded, not putting the
knife down as Jack leaned against the post supporting the ceiling. �You can�t come down here and say something
like that and expect me to ignore it.�
Something about his intensity had made her nervous. It was not simple concern for her welfare
that drove his actions, she felt.
�What I
mean,� he said, glancing from the small knife to her eyes and back, smirking
faintly and turning to remove himself to the deck, �is that death seems to
stalk you, little girl.�
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