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Thank you to those who
have reviewed, and to Kat for having a look-see at it. This is set a few hours after the end of the
last chapter.
Oh, and there’s a bit of
naughty in this chapter… ;)
“What…?”
Jack frowned as he approached the figure, lying face up on the quayside. “Jesus… no!”
He looked around in panic, almost dreading what else he might discover
besides the body of his crewman, but finding the area deserted. “Celia!” he shouted as loudly as he could. “Celia – where are you?” but the only
response was the cries of a flock of birds, taking flight the noise. “Bloody hell, Noah,” he mourned, taking his
hat off and bowing his head as he stood over the body before looking up and
striding away, his eyes scanning the ruined dock area. “Celia?!” he called again. “Where th’hell are you?” he muttered quietly
to himself, a knot of terror growing in his belly.
…
“Mama?”
Milly whimpered, snuggling closer, “I’m
cold, Mama.”
“I
know, my darling,” Celia whispered, hugging the child and rubbing her
arms. She had not intended hiding in
the old stone warehouse at the far end of the docks, but there had been gangs
of men roaming and she was terrified for hers and her daughter’s safety. She jumped as something scurried across the
floor, almost crying with relief when she saw a shadowy rat running along and
she wondered how long they would have to stay hidden. “Milly,” she whispered.
“I’m just going to go and have a look outside. It is very important that you stay right where you are, all
right?”
“I
don’t want you to go,” Milly wailed, her bottom lip quivering. “Please let me come with you, I’ll be good.”
“I’m
only going to the door to see what is happening, I promise I shan’t be long.”
…
‘Bloody
hell, I wish I had stayed with Ben an’ th’others now,’ Jack lamented,
reflecting on the offer of Ben Matthews to form a protective posse, but Jack,
in his arrogance and eagerness to get back to his ship and, he believed, Celia,
had declined and gone his own way. ‘Damned
fool, Sparrow!’ he cursed, mentally kicking himself. He ducked behind the still smouldering ruins of a house as
another mob appeared in view and sent up a prayer that Celia had managed to get
to safety somewhere. ‘What was
that?’
he wondered, debating whether he had really seen a shadow moving about by a
warehouse or whether it was his eyes playing tricks on him in the encroaching
darkness of night. ‘Good place
ter hide…’ Jack half cocked his pistol and crept
towards the store, keeping to what little shadows there were in an effort not
to be seen.
…
‘Oh, Lord,’ Celia gasped, hiding
back in the darkness of the warehouse as she saw a gang wandering along. ‘Please don’t let them come in here.’ She felt her way around the wall, making for
where she had left Milly, but froze on the spot when she heard the door
creaking open. ‘No, please
no…’
“Mama?”
Milly’s voice piped up, making Celia’s heart sink to the ground.
“Milly?”
came Jack’s voice. “Celia, are you
here, luv?”
“Jack!”
she gasped, her knees giving way in sheer relief and she sank to the
ground. “Oh, God, Jack!”
“It’s
all right,” he assured her, his voice getting closer. “You’re safe now.”
“They
killed…”
“I
know,” he sighed as he reached her and he too sank to his knees, holding her
tightly. “I thought… I’d lost you
both.”
“Oh,
Jack,” Celia sobbed, burying her face in his neck. “I thought I was going to lose you, as well.”
“Mama? Papa?” Milly cried impatiently. “Where are you?”
“Come
on, let’s go an’ rescue trouble, eh?” Jack chuckled, standing and helping Celia
to her feet. “I love you,” he
whispered, squeezing her hand.
“I
love you, Jack,” she gulped, trying to keep a tight hold of her emotions, lest
she break down completely. “Part of me
always has.”
“Are
we staying here all night?” Milly demanded as they reached her. “I don’t like it!”
“It’s
as good a place as any ter hide,” Jack reasoned. “But yer have ter be quiet otherwise everyone’ll want ter hide
here an’ we won’t be able ter sleep, eh?”
“It’s
too cold and uncomfortable to sleep,” she grumbled, positioning herself between
her parents.
“I
tell you what, darlin’,” Jack crooned, shifting so he could take his coat
off. “I’ll wrap you up in my coat an’
you’ll be as snug as a bug in a rug, savvy?”
“Thank
you, Papa,” Milly replied, feeling his face with small fingers until she
located his lips and reached up and planted a kiss on them. “Night, night,” she murmured sleepily as she
lay down, wrapped up in the battered coat.
“Night,
my darlin’,” Jack whispered, kissing her head.
“Sweet dreams.”
“Goodnight,
Milly,” Celia smiled, resting her head on Jack’s shoulder and holding his hand
in the dark. “I wonder why no one else
has thought to come in here?”
“Probably
because th’only ones in town are too interested in lookin’ fer trouble,” Jack
mused, bringing her hand up to lips and kissing it. “We should be safe enough until mornin’.”
“And
then?”
“Don’t
ask me,” he sighed. “This time last
night, life was normal an’ now there isn’t even a town ter speak of.”
“I
can’t believe how quickly it spread,” she breathed, thinking back to early that
morning when she had the children had fled their house in terror. “Oh, Lord, I hope Connor is safe…”
“Elliot
would have taken him straight ter th’ship,” Jack promised. “Matty’ll know how ter look after him.”
“Yes,”
Celia agreed doubtfully. “I’m sure he
will…”
“Stop
yer frettin’ an’ try an’ get some sleep.
“It’s been a very long day.”
…
‘What
th’hell was that?’ Jack thought as he snapped awake.
‘Th’Pearl…’ he waited for a second, nodding to himself as two shots fired, one
immediately after the other, his heart sinking. “Here we go again,” he muttered out loud. “Celia, luv – wake up. We’ve got ter go.”
“Hmm? Go where?” she asked sleepily, stretching
her stiff and sore muscles.
“As
far away from here as we can – th’Pearl’s just fired a warnin’.”
“Meaning?”
Celia demanded, opening her eyes fully and staring at Jack in shock.
“That
trouble’s likely ter be on th’way or already here. Come on…” He scooped
Milly up in his arms, kissing away her protest at being so rudely awoken, and
grabbed Celia’s hand, heaving her to her feet.
“But
what about food and suchlike?”
“We’ll
have ter see what we can get on th’way,” he informed her over his shoulder as
he headed for the door.
“On
the way where? Jack?”
“I’m
sorry, luv,” he sighed, stopping and facing her. “I know you’re exhausted and frightened, but Gibbs wouldn’t sound
th’warnin’ unless it was serious, savvy?”
“So
where are we going?” she asked wearily, resigned to more upheaval.
“I
have a dory hidden in a cove about five miles ter th’west – it’s stocked with
food an’ money. We can sail back from
there.”
“And
what if the danger is at sea?”
“Pray
it isn’t,” he sighed gravely.
…
“Bloody hell,’ Jack thought as
he brought his spyglass down, reeling with shock at the sight of two ships
approaching the harbour mouth to Tortuga, his mouth going dry as he recognised
the Sea’s
Cutlass
– the ship of Davy Stockton. “Navy!” he
lied. “Th’Bloody Navy!”
Celia
did not speak as she watched the two ships approached the island, not appearing
to bother with the lone pirate ship, the Black Pearl, as she sailed away
from the island and them. She winced as
the child within her kicked hard and she shifted uncomfortably on the hard
baked ground, wishing they did not have so far to walk.
“I’m
sorry, Celia, but we have ter go…” Jack frowned, reaching over and stroking her
face and wishing he did not have to put her through this. “We’ll go at your pace, savvy? Th’Navy won’t go any further than
th’outskirts of town.” ‘God, I
hope he doesn’t come searchin’…’
“But
they might, knowing that people will have fled the fire. You don’t think they started it, do you?”
“It’s
th’sort of thing they’d do, ter be sure, but no. They would have attacked immediately an’ not given th’ships
chance ter leave th’harbour.” He knelt
before her and cupped her face in his hands.
“I’ll keep you an’ Milly safe, I swear…” ‘Even if it’s th’last thing I do…’
“I
know you will,” she nodded, sighing blissfully as he closed his lips over
hers. “I’ve always trusted you.”
“Always?” he remarked, raising
an eyebrow.
“Always,”
she confirmed, her lips brushing against his as she spoke. “Even when you were an incorrigible rouge.”
“Y’mean
I’m not now?” he cried in mock horror.
“All
right, more of an incorrigible rouge than you are now,” she chuckled, losing
herself to his kiss once again.
“We
have ter go,” Jack murmured with regret as he broke away, also grateful that
they had steered away from the subject of the ships. “We’ll find somewhere t’rest up fer th’night an’ should reach
th’cove before noon tomorrow.”
“Good,”
Celia sighed, easing herself up and rubbing her belly as the baby protested at
the movement. “It’s a strange
coincidence that they turn up as Tortuga burns,” she mused, looking once again
at the two sloops, their flags still with the lack of wind.
“Nah
– they probably saw th’smoke an’ wondered what th’hell was goin’ on. They won’t catch many fer hangin’ – serve
them right, the bas… swine,” he corrected, aware of his daughter’s ears being
cocked. “Up yer come, young lady,” he
growled playfully, picking Milly up and putting her on his back. “Just be grateful that you’re little an’ can
be carried.”
“Won’t
they be able to see us up here?” Celia pondered.
“Aye,
they could,” Jack confirmed as they started on their way once more. “But they won’t bother comin’ all this way
just fer two people, even if they did spot us.”
They
walked on in silence for a few miles, saving their energy for struggling
through dense undergrowth and steep hillocks in the burning heat, before coming
upon a field of grass.
“This
is wheat…” Jack frowned, running his fingertips across the ears of the
cereal. “What th’hell…?”
“Look
– it’s a farm!” Celia exclaimed, pointing at a ruined building just ahead of
them. “I didn’t think there were any
farms on Tortuga.”
“Me
neither,” Jack mused thoughtfully.
“Must be from before th’pirates took over. At least it’ll give us some shelter tonight, eh?”
“I
suppose it’s too much to ask that it’ll shelter us from these damned insects!”
she grumbled, swatting at the annoying swarm hovering over her.
“They’ll
go once it cools down,” he promised, turning his head and giving her a
sympathetic smile. “They never bother
me…”
“Probably
the fact that you don’t wash – much,” she teased, bobbing her tongue out as he
pulled a face at her.
“Cheeky
madam,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes at her before poking his own tongue
out. “I’ll have you know I last bathed…
a month ago!” he declared after having thought about it for a few moments.
“Hmm,
I believe you, thousands wouldn’t.”
Celia sighed with relief when they finally reached the farmstead and
dropped her knapsack on the ground, suddenly too weary to carry it any further.
“Come
on, luv,” Jack soothed, taking a sleeping Milly from his back and holding her
in one arm whilst reaching out for Celia with his free hand. “We’ll rest as long as you like, eh?”
“But
we need to get away quickly, don’t we?”
“No,
you need ter rest – they won’t find us,” he assured her, pushing open the
rickety door and peering inside, surprised to see it still furnished. “We can perhaps make some flour from that
wheat – there’s a stream th’other side of th’farmyard an’ there might be some
other crops we can use.”
“You
never cease to amaze me,” Celia chuckled, sinking gratefully into an old and
dusty but solid chair, easing her aching back.
“Celia…
Celia…”
“Yes,”
she put in, grinning, “you’re Captain Jack Sparrow…”
“You’re
learnin’!” he quipped with a wink as he placed Milly onto Celia’s lap. “I’ll have a look around – see what I can
find. Will you be all right?”
“Yes,”
Celia murmured sleepily, her eyes already drooping. “We’ll be fine…”
“But
first, I’ll see if there’s a bed you can kip in…” Jack opened a door to his
left and looked into the other room, nodding to himself as he spotted a large
bed dominating the cramped space.
“Here, luv,” he called, beckoning to Celia. “This’ll be more comfy fer you.”
“And
dirty,” Celia mused as she carried her restless daughter across to where Jack was
standing.
“No
dirtier than th’chair or th’floor,” he shrugged, giving her a shove towards
it. “Shan’t be long,” he promised,
planting a kiss on her head.
“Don’t
be,” she fretted, looking from the bed to him.
“Please.”
“Just
around th’farm – that’s all, I promise, savvy?”
“Savvy,”
Celia agreed.
By
the time Jack returned from scouting the farm and surrounding area, finding
some mangoes and watermelons for them to eat and bringing water up from the
stream in a pail, which he had found, Celia was fast asleep in the bed with
Milly huddled against her in the middle.
‘Think I might be joinin’ them,’ he thought, sitting on the edge and taking his
boots off then lying down, his arm encompassing them both and a contented smile
on his face.
…
‘It’s no use,’ Celia thought to
herself as she tried in vain to both get comfortable and go back to sleep. She smiled at the image of Milly and Jack
curled around each other and her heart missed a beat as she saw just how like
her father, Milly was. Celia carefully
rolled over on her side and placed her feet on the floor, quietly creeping from
the room and out of the house. She
scanned the horizon for any sign of danger, making her way towards the stream
when she felt it was safe to do so, sitting at the edge and scooping up some
water to wash her grime covered face with.
‘Blow this,’ she thought, and began divesting herself of her clothes, streaked
with soot and dirt and smelling horribly of smoke. Celia carefully stepped into the stream and sat down, gasping at
the shock of the cool water and then sighing with pleasure as she started to
wash the filth from her skin and then her clothes.
“I
wondered where you had got to,” came Jack’s voice and she turned to watch his
approach, blushing at the lascivious gleam in his eyes.
“I
didn’t want to wake you or Milly,” she explained, “and this seemed like such a
good idea.”
“It
is,” he agreed, pulling his shirt over his head and untying the laces of his
breeches. “A very good idea…” Jack sat
down in the stream once he was naked, facing Celia and splashing her with
water, grinning as she squealed.
“I
meant to wash!” she admonished jokingly.
“Two
washes in a month!” Jack gasped theatrically.
“My reputation’ll be ruined!”
“I
won’t tell anyone,” she promised, splashing him back and trying to duck as more
water came flying towards her. “It’s
not fair, I can’t move that quickly - you cheat!”
“Pirate!”
he winked, moving towards her and winding his hand around the back of her head,
pulling her towards him. “Now… isn’t
this much better than washin’?”
“Mmm,”
she agreed, her words muffled by Jack’s lips and she shuddered with pleasure as
his tongue explored her mouth, doing battle with her own as she responded with
as much passion as she could.
Jack
broke away and nuzzled her neck, his hands cupping her enlarged breasts whilst
his thumbs worked her nipples to a hardened peak. “Need you, luv,” he rasped, moving further down and taking a
nipple in his mouth, sucking and flitting his tongue across it, making Celia
arch her back and shiver at the desire sweeping through her body.
“Yes…”
she gasped, tangling her fingers in his hair, anchoring his head in place while
her free hand ran down his back and scooped up some water, trickling it down
his skin, making him tremble with pleasure.
“Come
on then,” Jack urged, standing up and helping her to her feet, holding her as
best he could once they were steady.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered huskily as he lead her to the bank and
pulled her out.
“I’ve
missed you, Jack,” she replied truthfully, for as much as she and Oliver had
loved, she had never felt the same passion that she had for Jack. Celia lay down on her back, gulping at the
sight of his arousal and she spread her legs wide, desperate to feel him inside
her.
“I’ll
be gentle,” he promised, looking at her large belly.
“No
need - it won’t hurt or harm the baby. Please, Jack…”
“You
want me, eh?” he growled as he slid his hands beneath her back and lifted her
up, shuffling forwards so his legs supported her and his manhood pressed
against her moist folds.
“You
know I do, now stop teasing me, Jack Sparrow!”
“Ah,
got a bit more forceful since I last had yer…” he grinned, sliding his fingers
along her swollen lips until he came to her entrance.
“Jack…”
she croaked, arching her back. “Please…”
“Your
wish is my command,” he replied, a seductive smile on his face as he guided his
erection inside her, closing his eyes as her hot tunnel enclosed him
fully. “Sweet… mother,” he gasped,
opening his eyes and looking deep into hers.
“It’s been far too long…”
“Yes,”
Celia sighed, savouring the feel of him inside her once more before jerking her
hips towards him. “Now take me!”
“Yes,
M’am,” he chuckled, holding on to her hips as he started to thrust gently –
determined to make this last.
“Oh,
Jack,” Celia moaned as old familiar feelings coursed through her. “I-I’ve been so stupid…”
“Nah
– no more than usual, at least,” he teased, quickening his pace, knowing that
his wish to draw out their loving would be folly. No woman had ever affected him as the one beneath him had, and he
doubted any woman ever would.
“Watch
it!” she warned with a grin, running her hands along his legs bent under
her. “I might turn nasty!”
“Hmm,”
he responded, wriggling his eyebrows at the thought, his eyes dancing with
amusement and lust. “I might hold yer
t’that.” He thrust harder, almost
withdrawing before thrusting deep into her again and again, until Celia started
to pant and writhe.
“J-Jack…
oh, God… Jack…” she gasped, clutching his legs as her passion took over her
body entirely and she opened her mouth in shock but no sound would emerge, just
a strangled cry as he continued to drive harder until with a shout, Jack shot
his seed into her, white hot flames engulfing him as she swivelled her hips,
milking him of every last drop of his juice until he sagged over her, panting
hard.
“Bloody
hell, Celia,” he muttered once he had mustered enough strength to talk. “I’d forgotten…”
“I
hadn’t,” Celia panted, wincing as he slowly withdrew. “I’m so sorry…” she gulped, turning her head so he would not see
the tears which sprang up.
“Eh? What’s wrong, luv?” Jack turned her back to face him, a frown
creasing his brow when he saw the tears.
“I
wish… oh, I don’t know! Part of me
wishes I had never run away – a very large part, but then…”
“Things
happen fer a reason, luv,” Jack smiled gently, kissing away a tear trickling
down her cheek. “Maybe we weren’t meant
ter be back then, eh? Maybe this is our time.”
“You
think so?”
“Aye,”
he nodded, lying beside her and holding her close. “I think so, so stop yer frettin’, savvy?”
“Savvy,”
Celia agreed, resting her head on his chest and listening to his heart as it
began to slow to a more normal beat.
“Is
that th’babe?” Jack wondered as he felt something bump against his midriff.
“Yes,”
Celia chuckled, taking his hand and placing it on her belly, laughing as Jack
nearly jumped out of his skin when the baby kicked against his hand.
“How
long before it’s born?”
“About
two months or so, maybe less,” she replied, her smile fading as she thought of
the child’s father.
“I’m
glad you met up with Oliver,” Jack assured her, reading her mind. “At least I know he would have treated you
right.”
“He
did,” she nodded. “Like a queen. I just wish…”
“I
know,” Jack put in, hugging her tighter.
“But you did love him, just differently, that’s all.”
“Yes,”
Celia agreed, her smile returning.
“Differently…”
“Speakin’
of love…” Jack grinned, getting up and hovering over her, a wicked glint in his
eyes.
“Jack!” she giggled, reaching
up and pulling him to her. “You’re a
bad influence on me.”
“I’m a bad influence on you?” he remarked, a look
of mock outrage on his face. “I’m a
good boy until you’re around – an’ then I’m a better boy…!”
His
lips crushing against hers muffled Celia’s laughter and she lost herself to the
feeling and passion of his loving once more.
…
“This
is horrible!” Milly complained, spitting out the food which she had been
chewing. “I want proper bread!”
“I’m
sorry, darling,” Celia shrugged, “but this is the best I can do.” She had spent all morning grinding down the
wheat Jack had collected, as finely as she could, before baking it on a stone
in the hot sun. She had to admit that
it did not look particularly appetising.
“There’s nothing else to eat, so you’ll have to put up with it.”
“Yuck,
yuck, yuck,” the child moaned, pulling a face at her mother but taking another
bite of the hunk of grainy bread.
“You
wait until you try hardtack, young lady,” Jack warned as he entered the small
cottage. “You’ll have somethin’ ter
moan about then.”
“What’s
hardtack, Jack?” Milly enquired after swallowing her food.
“And
why will she be trying hardtack at all?” her mother put in, a frown on her
brow. “We’re not living on board…”
“No,”
Jack reassured her, raising his hands to pacify her. “But you will be on board whilst we find you somewhere safe ter
live…”
“Somewhere…? Leave Tortuga?” Celia gasped.
“There’s
nothin’ here fer you – an’ I want you an’ the children ter be safe.”
“But
I’ll have to leave my friends,” she bewailed.
“And I’d have to build up my business again.”
“Celia,
luv, there’s no one left ter clean clothes for. It’s goin’ ter take a very long time fer Tortuga to get back on
her feet, savvy?”
“But
you’re still going to be here, aren’t you?”
“Yes,”
Jack admitted. “I intend buildin’ it
how I want to.” ‘Davy
Stockton notwithstanding…’
“And
what about… me, us?”
“I’ll
see you so often you’ll be sick of th’sight of me,” he winked. “I don’t intend you ter be far away, just
somewhere away from pirates.”
“Is
anywhere away from pirates?”
Celia demanded, wiping her hands on her dress and walking towards him. “I’m not sure I want you deciding what is
best for me and my children.”
“I’m
not tryin’ ter run your life, Celia,” Jack reasoned, reaching out and taking
her hand. “But there are men who would
use you an’ th’children against me, savvy?”
“Yes,”
she sighed, seeing his argument. “It’s
just… I never seem to settle anywhere for long.”
“Maybe
I’ll do this place up an’ keep you here!” he joked, kissing her hand. “Can’t see many pirates wantin’ ter traipse
all this way an’ have ter drag you an’ three nippers along. Or maybe we’ll just stay here together an’
grow crops, eh?”
“Give
up the sea? The great and infamous Jack
Sparrow? I’d like to see that!” Celia
snorted, chuckling and shaking her head.
“Why
won’t you live with us?” Milly demanded.
“Because
Ja… your father’s life is the sea,” Celia explained gently. “He wouldn’t, couldn’t live on the land for
too long.
“And
what about Connor? Where is he?” the
girl asked tearfully.
“I
told you, luv,” Jack smiled, loosing Celia’s hand and squatting down to Milly’s
level, brushing a strand of hair from her eyes. “He’s safely on board th’Pearl, where my crew are
lookin’ after him.
“Yes,”
Celia put in, a little more uncertainly, a lump forming in her throat as she
thought of her young son. “He’ll be
fine,” she added breezily, hurrying outside before Milly could see her tears.
“He
will be fine,” Jack told her
after he had instructed Milly to stay where she was. “There’s bound ter be women on board th’ship as well as crew –
he’ll be havin’ th’time of his life… all right, maybe not,” he added at her
sharp glance, “but he is safe, I swear ter you.”
“Yes,
Jack,” Celia sighed, resting her head on his shoulder and wiping away her
tears. “I just can’t help but worry.”
“Come
on, th’sooner we get goin’, th’sooner we can make our way back ter th’town.”
“But
how can we until the Navy have gone?
Wouldn’t it be better to stay here – at least we have food and water.”
Jack
frowned, looking in the direction of his town, wondering if Stockton had
finished in the town or intended making sure that no one could re-build it ever
again – not even himself. “One more
day,” he sighed eventually, knowing he could not be as reckless with Celia and
his daughter’s lives as he frequently was with his own.
…
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