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A Most Unusual Interest Chapter Forty Two (NC-17)
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A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, BUSIEST
WOMAN ALIVE �, Prophetic Muse, Hamster Witch and Uberbeta� whoooo!
Done! A Year later but done!
Readers/Reviewers: Thanks for being so supportive and patient! So very,
very patients� This will wrap up this
story but the loose ends will pick up in the next fic,
starting on Jan. 17^th/18^th, title to be named later, lol.
*GLOMP * Thanks, y�all!

The sea
breeze smelled faintly of pitch and fish but mostly of brine and coconut. Myrtle clutched the jar of ashes to her
chest, cradling it as if it were her own baby.
Her new dress itched a bit and she hated her corset. She missed the borrowed trousers and shirt
she had worn for so many days. For
weeks, she had been a curiosity, as had Jack and the Turners. People had
stared, some more openly than others, some people had whispered but most had
spoken so she could hear them, wondering what sort of hold she had on the
governor�s daughter, calling her a witch doctor. The last made her laugh outright. �Whazzo
funny?� Jack slurred the evening of that occurrence, smelling of rum and
tobacco, less drunk than he let on. �
�Nothing,�
she had laughed, walking on past the accusing woman, huddled like a hen with
her friends. �Just people are silly more
often than not�� She had gasped when
Jack grabbed her elbow, pulling her into a dark alleyway between the tavern and
the coopersmith, closed for the evening and smelling
of wood and warm metal. �Jack,� she had
murmured, pulling away. Christmas greens
still overhung many of the doorways and candles burned bright in all the
windows near the waterfront. New Year�s
had come and gone but people seemed unwilling to let the holiday spirit
go. �I need to get back and you have a
ship to tend to��
He had
pressed close then, her soft body seeming to melt against his as her wide eyes
became dark pools of confusion in the narrow alley. �Myrtle,� he muttered, his fingers skimming
the air just a fraction of an inch from her face, �I�m going away tomorrow, you
know.�
�I know,�
she breathed, her words barely a puff of air in the dark alleyway. The world contracted to a tiny sphere
pressing impossibly close to her, making her feel both trapped and exposed. �Norrington said
you had to leave with the tide or you would be hanged. Again.� She was enchanted, she thought, drawn in to
the dark of his eyes, the smell of him, the allure of a pirate but more than
that, the sheer force of him being himself was enough to make her want to agree
to anything he asked, to forget the most surreal month of her life and let him
take her away, let him do whatever he wanted with her. Instead, she closed her eyes and broke the
spell of his gaze. �I�ll� miss you,
Jack.�
He was not
expecting that response. Usually, all he had to do was give a woman The Look,
say a word or two and then the skirts were up and he was satisfied and the lady
had no complaints that he knew of. This,
though, was frustratingly different. �Look,
dovie, I�m thinkin� you�re not understandin� when I
say I�m goin� away�
This month� this hasn�t been a pirate�s life, not really�� He cupped her chin and made her look up at
him when she would look away. �Pirates
aren�t usually so��
�Vigorous?�
she asked, raising a brow. At his
startled expression, she laid a hand on his chest and smiled. �I know,
Jack. I know that most of a pirate�s
life is spent just waiting for the next big thing, looking for something to do,
some way to survive� I hardly believe
that the entire lot of you go around slaying demons
and the undead for a living.� She curled
her fingers slightly, almost without realizing it, drawing him closer. �Jack, don�t think I don�t know��
He could
not look away from the pinkness of her lips, the way her eyes seemed to be
nothing but dark pools. Her soft body
was pressed against him, tantalizing him.
She lacked the angles of his usual conquests, though he had to admit
that she was far nicer to hold than someone who was constantly checking the
time over his shoulder, calculating her price.
She smelled like lavender and warm skin, her eyelashes brushing the
slightly sunburned roundness of her cheek and making him sigh. �Myrtle��
�Oh, before
I forget,� she gasped, pulling away from him.
He ran his
tongue over his teeth in an effort to keep quiet, making loose fists rather
than reach for her again. He took a
deep, slow breath and raked his eyes over her, trying to appear casual as he
did so, leaning against the wall of the alleyway, cocking his hip to one side
and wishing he had his rum handy. He
needed it�s calming influence before he said something
stupid. �Here now! What�s this?� Myrtle was fiddling with the drawstrings to
her petticoats, the fabric rustling angrily as she swore at the tight
knot. �There�s
more private places to do this, love!�
�Shhhhh!� She froze, looking around furtively. �I don�t want anyone to see this!�
Jack
grinned lazily and leaned towards her conspiratorially. �Hate to break it to you, darling, but I
already have!� He winked and bowed,
sweeping his hat off and pressing it to his heart. �A fond memory indeed��
�Jack
Sparrow!� she hissed, yanking savagely at the cord holding her petticoats up,
breaking the knot and sighing with relief as the entire rig dropped to the ground. �You�ll get me killed��
�Nay, love,
twould be I bein� killed on
this island, for impugning a lady�s honor� even a lady such as yourself,� he
added, eyeing the petticoats. �Mind enlightinin� this sailor on the purpose of your disrobin�? Not that
I mind,� he added, his smile becoming less jovial and more predatory.
Myrtle
swallowed hard and picked up the material.
�Your payment,� she murmured, holding the heavy garment out to him.
��pardon?� He stared at her as if she had grown a second
head. �What will I do with underthings? Lady ones at that?�
She smiled
faintly. �The boning� it�s hammered
gold.�
�It�s�gold?� He stared at her a moment longer, then took
the petticoats. �Dove��
�Just take
it. I owe you that,
and the gold from my trunk. Now we�re
even.� She shrugged and smoothed her
skirts self consciously. She looked down
at her hands where they rested on her thighs, the amethyst and silver ring that
had belonged to her sister winking at her silently. �It�s the least I could do for what�� her
words ended in a silent start as Jack�s lips closed over hers. She closed her eyes, her breath hitching in
her chest as his hands closed around her arms, pressing her against the coopersmith�s shop, his body hot and hard against hers, every
sinewy plane tangible through her thin dress.
She wished she had left the damned petticoat on longer but it lay in a
heap at their feet as he pressed into her, seemingly trying to become one with
her despite their clothing. The kiss
deepened and his tongue traced her lower lip with a feather light touch, making
her shiver against him. She opened her
eyes and found he was staring at her, despite their embrace. His hand slid down
her shoulder to the soft swell of her breast, squeezing gently, testing the
weight of it in his hand, passing his thumb over the turgid nipple and drawing
a soft moan of desire from her lips.
Myrtle finally broke the kiss for need of air and shuddered in loss as
he pulled away. �Jack,� she began, but
he pressed his fingers against her lips.
�Myrtle,
darling, I know you�re�attracted to me, but��
�But?� She spoke around his fingers, her voice slightly
muffled. �But nothing, Jack� you�re a
pirate. You can�t tie yourself to this
island, to any island, just because the�the� deed was good and the girl is
willing.� She had to laugh at his
stunned expression. �Jack, please
believe me when I say that I understand.
You might not take me away with you but I�m a pirate at heart. I know you��
Jack�s jaw
worked mutely for a moment and he shook his head. �Myrtle, you think you understand but you don�t� I�m a pirate, darling. I�m Captain Jack
Sparrow�� He smiled, his gold tooth bright in the
moonlit alley. �I love the sea��
�And the
sea loves you,� she returned blithely. �Come
on, Jack� I�m getting cold.� She held
out her elbow for him to lead her and he accepted after a moment�s hesitation,
ignoring the s tares as they walked down the quay with her petticoat tucked
under his arm. They walked in silence through
the port town, turning down narrow streets and working their way toward the
Turners� home. When they reached the
garden, they stopped as if by mutual consent and Myrtle tipped her face up to
look him in the eye. �Thank you,� she said simply.
�For what?�
he snorted, pushing a lock of errant hair from her face. She looked, he thought in a moment of poetics
that he would never admit to anyone, like the moon. Round and pale, her eyes gleaming like stars� He sighed.
�Myrtle, don�t hang your hopes on the life, right? It�s not all adventure and�and�� he paused. Right,
it�s a lot of adventure but mostly hardship.
Lots of hardship��
�I know,�
she breathed, capturing his hand and kissing his palm. �I have no regrets, Jack. I dream of the few times we had together
every night, how your fingers and lips and tongue felt on my most�my most
secret places�� she blushed furiously before continuing. �And how you felt inside me� I wouldn�t trade those memories for the world
but I�m not foolish enough to think it�s love. I know you love the sea, the Pearl�
And tomorrow you go. I can accept
it. Just promise to see me next time you�re
in Port Royal.�
He nodded,
stricken mute for the first time in ages.
He held her hand a moment longer before she finally twisted her fingers
gently free. �Come to the pier tomorrow,�
he said, more an order than a question. �See
me off.�
�Aye,� she
smiled. �I think I shall��

She watched
the Pearl
grow further away, cutting through the blue-green water. Her sisters� ashes were heavy in her arms, making
her acutely aware of everything around her down to the very reason why she was
standing there. I miss you, she thought desperately I don�t know what Im
going to do� he�s gone, he�s gone, he�s gone�
��ere!�
Myrtle
jumped and clutched the ashes tightly, spinning to find Anna Maria poking her
with the butt of a dagger. �Yes?� she
replied as imperiously as she could, trying not to look startled.
�You still
fancy being a pirate?� Anna Maria asked roughly. �Givin� up your
fancy life here on the island?�
Myrtle
stared. � Yes,� she answered before she could stop
herself. �Yes, I do��
�I�m
leaving at dusk. Be on the Sea Witch or stay behind��
Myrtle
smiled. �Sea Witch?� She laughed softly. �Love the name.�
�Jack named
it, not me,� the pirate replied tartly. �Leave
the skirts, bring the ashes.�
Myrtle
nodded and smiled even more widely, watching as Anna Maria spun on her heel and
plunged into the crowd at the dock. She
glanced back and saw that the Pearl was gone
from sight. �Hear that, Hazel?� she
murmured, not caring who saw her speaking to the urn. �I�m going to be a pirate after all��
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