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What Jack Sparrow Wants	By : JennyPugh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 7632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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If I ask nicely, d’you think I could borrow him for a
few nights? I hate that mouse!
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With thanks as always, to Hilary
and Lin XX

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Chapter Five: ‘Is it so
impossible to believe that I can behave decently luv?’
Jack cursed as another wave
crashed over the bow, soaking him further. Normally he did not mind
storms, they only gave him trouble when they swooped in unexpectedly, and this
one had appeared from nowhere. The storm was an extra problem he did not
need at the moment, what with the two ships still giving chase. He
struggled to keep the wheel steady as The Pearl tried to go her own way,
a more dangerous way, towards a reef. ‘C’mon darlin’ trust Jack, I’ve
never let ya down yet ‘ave I?’ Jack crooned, his words drowned by the howling
wind, but he knew The Pearl could hear him. There was a brief lull
in the wind and Jack took the opportunity to steer the ship well away from the
reef before the next onslaught began.
Jenny shivered violently.
Rain and seawater from the storm seeped into the brig, adding yet more water to
the couple of inches already slopping around on the floor, while the walls were
dripping with moisture. She shivered again, her bones chilled to the
marrow. Jenny tried to huddle in the corner of the cell with her feet up
on the cot, trying to escape the damp, but it was everywhere.
Jack wiped his face along his
sleeve, desperately trying to clear some of the rain and salt water from his
eyes, his hat having long since been abandoned. He heard someone shouting
in his ear and looked around at his quartermaster, Joshamee Gibbs.
‘Jack, I’ve been here
before. There’s an island to the south east with a few sheltered coves,
can we make for that?’ The older man struggled to make himself
heard. He took the wheel from his captain, while Jack looked through his
spyglass at the inlet.
‘Aye Gibbs, we’ll make fer that,’
he shouted, taking back the wheel and steering a course towards the cove.
Jack struggled with the wheel, trying to keep The Pearl on course, all
the while praying there were no rocks between his ship and the cove. It took
most of the day to cover the relatively short distance to the island and a
small cove, but as soon as they reached it the wind died down to a stiff breeze
and the sea flattened out. Jack sat on the deck, exhausted, and
gratefully accepted a bottle of rum from a crewman. He then ordered his
men to check the ship for damage, feeling quite pleased with himself when only
minor damage was reported.
‘See luv, I told you I’d look
after ya,’ Jack stroked the wheel tenderly, then hauled himself to his feet and
ordered the men to carry out the repairs. He made his way up to the crows
nest and scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of the pursuing ships,
grinning broadly as he saw only the empty ocean.
‘Gibbs!’ Jack called as he
made his way back down the rigging. ‘Gibbs, there’s no sign
o’them.’ He jumped the last few feet onto the deck and clapped his
quartermaster on the back. ‘I’m headin’ below fer some shut-eye.
Once repairs are done an’ th’storm’s blown over, set a course fer San
Juan. But keep all eyes peeled, savvy?’
‘Aye Cap’n,’ Gibbs grinned.
If they could not go to Tortuga, San Juan would do just as well.
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In the recesses of her mind Jenny
was dimly aware of someone speaking to her, although the words did not make any
sense. She tried to stop shivering but it was impossible, her skin
crawled as if it were alive with insects and her teeth chattered, clashing
together hard. She felt herself being carried out of the brig and up the
stairs, then the world went black.
Jack pulled open his cabin door
wondering what the hell all the noise was about, then baulked when he saw Jenny
in the arms of Davy Phillips who had carried her from the brig, yelling for
someone to fetch Ned Cotton as he climbed up onto the deck. Her face was
deathly white and her pinched lips were showing a tinge of blue. He took
the stricken woman from Davy’s arms then ordered him to find some dry clothes
for her. Jack carefully lay Jenny down on his bunk and peeled off her
sodden green velvet dress, which was now dirty and torn, along with her
undergarments. His eyes wandered downwards as more of her body became
exposed. He smiled to himself at the sight of her full breasts and dusky
pink nipples and he let out a small moan as the rest of her naked body came
into view, chiding himself as he felt the hardness rising in his groin.
‘Not now Jack, not yet…’ he
murmured, brushing his lips across the debilitated woman’s lips. ‘Ya want
her to appreciate ya, eh?’ he chuckled to himself then rubbed Jenny’s skin with
a rough cloth, trying to get the circulation going again before dressing her in
a shift that Davy had found. He sent the crewman out again to fetch some
stone bottles filled with hot water, covering her with a blanket to preserve
her modesty then arranging the water bottles around her once Davy returned from
his errand, and afterwards Jack sent him on his way, thanking him for his
help. Jack wrapped her long, thick hair in a bandana, then lay down beside
her, curling his body around hers, pressing into her, despite his best
intentions.
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Jenny reluctantly opened her
eyes, not wanting the blissful, floating feeling to end. Slowly her eyes
focused, then widened as she found herself staring into deep brown pools,
suddenly aware of the warmth of a body against hers. ‘Where am I?
What am I doing here?’ She tried to get up, but her muscles refused to
comply.
‘Steady luv, don’t try an’ get up
yet, yer still weak.’ Jack gently stroked a stray strand of hair off
Jenny’s face. ‘You were taken ill down the brig, so I’ve been looking
after yer.’
Jenny groaned, her whole body
felt stiff and sore, ‘Could I have a drink please?’ she croaked, her throat
feeling as dry as a desert. Jack climbed off the bunk and fetched some
water, then gently lifted her head and pressed a cup to her lips, making sure
he did not tip it up too much. She lay back, exhausted by just that small
an effort and slept soundly again. Jack stood and watched her sleeping
serenely for a moment then, feeling happier that the worst was over, he
left her to sleep and went up to the deck.
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Jenny slept soundly for the rest
of the day, only waking when she was aware of voices in the cabin, noticing the
starry sky through the stern windows.
‘I dunno, Jack, you’ve done some
crazy things in yer time, but this…..’
‘Gibbs, Gibbs, I ain’t t’only
pirate to have a woman aboard.’
‘But th’women are usually pirates
‘emselves, besides, th’crew ain’t goin’ ter like it.’
Jack glanced at Jenny, noticing
she was awake and listening in. ‘Ello luv. Ya feelin’
better?’ He smiled at her from across the cabin. ‘I’ve got some
good news, seems that I’ve worked out where the thousand virgins are.
There’s the Cape of a Thousand Virgins and a Strait of Magallanes near
th’bottom of Argentina, so that’s where we’re heading.’ Jack grinned
smugly and raised a mug of rum in a toast to Mr. Gibbs sitting at the table.
‘So far away? Will you
please let me go now you know where you’re going?’ Jenny’s weak voice sounded
desperate.
‘Nah luv, there’s still the rest
o’the inscription. Besides, I’d prefer to have someone with me who can
read as well as speak the lingo.’ Jack ignored the frown on the face of
his quartermaster.
‘But Captain......’ Mr.
Gibbs’ argument was cut short by Jack insisting that he have some more
rum. He could not understand why Jack felt the need of a woman on board,
particularly this one. They were bad luck and besides there were enough
Spanish speaking islands in the Caribbean for almost everyone on board to pick
up a smattering of the language, so they did not need someone to
translate. Joshamee Gibbs shrugged to himself and downed his drink then
made his excuses and left.
Jenny summoned up the strength to
lift herself from the bunk and walked unsteadily over to Jack, who was sitting
at the table swigging from a bottle of rum. ‘What is the true purpose of
my being on board? Are you going to ransom me? I’m just a humble
governess you know, I doubt I’d fetch much money.’
‘Ah, you’re a humble
governess who happened to be escorting a very important person to a very high
toned and fancy ter do. Nothin’ very humble ‘bout that luv. But
you’re wrong, I ain’t holdin’ ya ter ransom.’ Jack smiled at Jenny over
the rim of the bottle, his eyes dancing with merriment.
‘Then why am I here for
God’s sake? Why do you insist upon dragging me all the way down to the
tip of Argentina?’ Jenny felt her knees start to give way and sat down
heavily on the chair opposite Jack, scowling at the benign look on his face.
‘Cos I want yer on board,’ Jack
replied simply.
‘You want me on board?
That is the only reason you dragged me away from my friends, my life, simply
because you want me on board?!’ Jenny’s voice rose in pitch with
each word until they reached screaming level.
‘Yup.’
‘To what purpose? As a
plaything for your crew?’ Her voice was now a low and dangerous hiss, but
her heart almost stopped in fear of the answer she would receive next.
‘Nah luv, ya have m’word, none
o’the crew’ll touch ya. I need someone t’keep m’bunk warm an’ m’cabin
clean,’ Jack grinned, winking at her.
Jenny gasped in shock. ‘I hate
you! I will never sleep with you, never.’ Jenny fought for
control over her emotions as she glared at the pirate, still nonchalantly
drinking from his bottle but watching her closely. She felt hot tears
spring to her eyes and she shot off the chair, staggering over to the bunk,
determined that Jack was not going to see her cry. She lay on her side
facing the window, watching the stars out the window through blurry eyes.
Jenny froze as she felt Jack climb into the bunk beside her. ‘What do you
think you’re doing?!’ She turned to Jack, fury written all over her face.
‘Well ya don’t think I’m sleeping
in the chair do ya luv? Tis my cabin, my bunk, besides, I’ve kept ya warm
these last few nights,’ he grinned wickedly, planting a kiss on her lips.
‘Night luv,’ Jack turned the oil lamp down, plunging the cabin into near darkness.
He groaned with frustration as he felt Jenny climbing over him and off the
bunk. ‘Wotcha doin’?’
‘The only man I shared a bed with
was my husband and that’s something I don’t intend to change.’ Jenny
hissed as she groped around in the dark, trying to find the chair.
‘I’m afraid it already has luv,
now come back here. We don’t want ya getting cold now, do we?’
‘I did not even know that we
shared a bed, so that doesn’t count.’ Jenny found the chair and settled
in it, hugging herself to keep warm.
Jack sighed in the dark.
‘C’mon Jenny, I promise I’ll behave meself. It will not do ya any good
getting cold again. Now come here.’
‘No, I’m staying right where I
am,’ Jenny cursed herself for sounding like a petulant child.
‘All right, how about I sleep in
th’chair, an’ you have th’bunk?’
‘What?’
‘Is it so impossible to believe
that I can behave decently luv?’ Jack sat up and turned the lamp back
up. ‘When have I ever given you cause for complaint against me
behaviour?’
‘When you kidnapped me!’
Jack winced at the riposte, then
clambered off the bunk and walked over to Jenny, ‘C’mon luv, there’s no point
in being stubborn about it.’ She huddled further into the chair and
turned her head away. ‘Fine, if that’s the way ya want it…’ Jack
picked her out of the chair and slung her over his shoulder, laughing as she
pummelled his back with her fists.
‘Put me down, you oaf!’
Jenny felt her face burn with indignation.
‘I dunno,’ Jack chuckled, ‘I try
an’ act th’gentleman, an’ look what thanks I get.’ Jack dumped Jenny
unceremoniously onto the bunk, then turned and went over to the chair and
settled himself in it.
‘Damn you! I don’t want to
sleep in your bunk! I don’t even want to be on your bloody ship!’
Jenny sat up and glared at Jack.
‘Ya can always come an’ sleep on
me lap luv.’ Jack winked salaciously, his grin glowing gold in the
lamplight. ‘As fer being on me ship, well, I can’t exactly take yer back
ter Port Royal now, can I?’
‘You, you….’ Jenny
sputtered indignantly and lay back down while yanking the covers up around her
chin.
‘Ah, Jenny luv, can ya turn the
lamp down, there’s a lass.’ Jack chuckled quietly as she sat back up and
turned the lamp down, muttering under her breath. ‘Night luv,’ Jack said
cheerily.
He waited until he heard the
deep, even breaths that showed Jenny was fast asleep before he climbed back
into the bunk, taking care not to disturb her too much and curled his body
around hers, falling asleep almost instantly.
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Jack woke with a smile as he felt
Jenny’s warm body snuggled into him. He peered at her in the dim dawn
light and realized she was not covered. Jack went to pull the covers back
over, but hesitated as his eyed roved the lines of her body where the shift
clung to her. His hand hovered, then ghosted down her body, fingers
skimming Jenny’s hip, causing her to moan softly in her sleep and turn over
onto her back. Jack gulped, then ran his thumb over a nipple, watching as
it grew through the thin material of the shift. He wrestled with the urge
to take it in his mouth and trembled with longing for the woman sleeping beside
him. He reluctantly moved his hand away and got off the bunk, desire and
frustration burned a pit in his belly as he dressed, then found some clothes out
for Jenny to wear. With a lingering look at her still fast asleep in his
bunk, Jack made his way out of the cabin.

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