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Damned to the depths whatever
muttonhead though of disclaimers – bah!
I have posted two versions of
this chapter, this one and a toned down one at ffnet. There is a
suggestion of rape in this chapter, so if you have a problem with it, don’t
read.
Thank you for your reviews and
for reading the story – don’t worry EVIL MJ, your secret’s safe with me!
;) Thanks also to Hilary for the editing and the kicks up the backside…
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Chapter seven:
‘All’s fair in love and fighting.’
Jenny spent the next few days
literally learning the ropes as Gibbs instructed her which rope did what job,
having little say whether she wanted to learn them or not. But the truth
was, she was glad of something to occupy her mind and hands, knowing she would
probably do something rash if she grew bored. She was also grateful that
she did not have time to brood about the coming nights, and Jack’s bunk.
Jenny eased her aching back, wondering if she would ever get used to the
extremely hard work on board, then fetched a sword from the armoury when she
saw Jack waiting for her. As soon as she had recovered enough strength
from her fever, he had decided to teach her the finer points of swordplay.
Jenny parried Jack’s stroke,
taking a step to the side, but then Mr. Cottons’ macaw squawked and she looked
up at the noise.
‘Ow!’ Jenny dropped the sword, wincing in pain. ‘Finer
points of sword play? Ha!’ Jenny muttered under her breath.
Jack was a tough master who frequently resorted to cheating in order to win
their duels. ‘All’s fair in love and fighting darlin,’ he’d say.
‘The fastest way ter get yerself killed is to assume your opponent will stick
to the rules. They never, ever do, so yer have to play dirty,
savvy?’ Jenny swore she recited the words in her sleep. She picked
up her sword, rubbing her hand where Jack had hit it, grumbling under her
breath about giving him savvy.
‘Ya lost concentration luv.
Focus only on me, that way you can anticipate me next move.’ Jack lunged
at Jenny, making her bring her sword up quickly to parry his sword away from
her. She retreated two steps then leapt forward, flattening her sword
against Jacks body with the tip at his throat, whilst grabbing his balls with
her free hand.
‘Dirty enough for you?’
Jenny’s green eyes flashed in triumph as she grinned at his pain. Jack
yielded the duel to her and put his coat and hat back on, watching Jenny as she
walked across the deck to go and put her sword away in the armoury, feeling a
wave of desire shoot through him. He sighed. ‘Bloody ‘ell Jack,’
he thought, ‘Yer goin’ ter have a hard time keepin’ yer promise not ter
touch her.’ He turned his attention to the state of the deck, barking
orders for it to be cleaned to his satisfaction, anything to stop the indecent
thoughts going through his head.
…   …
…   …
Jenny looked surreptitiously
around the cabin, breathing a sigh of relief when she realised Jack was not
there. She then carried the pail of cold sea water to the side cabin and
stripped herself, eager to clean the grime and sweat from a hard days work off
her body. She wondered whether she should ask Jack if he would put a
drape across the opening to give more privacy from the main cabin but decided she
wanted to speak with Jack as little as she could.
…
Jack felt about in his pockets
and swore when he remembered he had left his spyglass in his cabin. He
made his way down the hatch and opened the door quietly, for it was in Jack’s
nature to be quiet, as you never knew what was the other side of the
door. As it turned out, this surprise was one of the more pleasant ones
Jack had.
He frowned as he heard a voice
humming a tune and crept across the cabin, not daring to breathe. ‘Sweet
Mary,’ Jack thought as he caught sight of a naked Jenny washing herself,
oblivious to everything. He bit his lip to keep himself from moaning out
loud as he stood and watched Jenny’s hands as they worked at cleaning her
body. He moved back quickly as Jenny bent down to wash her legs and feet,
and decided it was time to go before he was either discovered or he lost all
control and leapt on the woman in his side cabin.
Jenny pulled on her clothes once
more, wrinkling her nose at the smell and wishing she had clean ones to wear.
She turned suddenly as the cabin door opened and John Williams, the cook,
appeared. ‘Oh. Hello.’
‘Hello, sweetheart, just bringin’
yours and th’captains’ grub.’ The cook placed a tray he had been carrying
on the table and emptied it of its contents, laying the table as if it were for
a Duke, not a pirate captain on the high seas.
‘It looks delicious.’ It
was not a polite lie either. Jenny had been amazed at how edible the food
had been since she had come aboard. The porridge in the morning she did
not enjoy, but then she had never liked it much anyway, but otherwise she had
been pleasantly surprised.
‘Thank you lass. It helps
that we get food that was intended fer the hob nobs, rather than th’likes of
us. Makes it easier ter prepare good food, an’ that’s somethin’
th’captain insists on. Good food equals a happy crew.’
‘Aye that’s right John,’ came
Jack’s drawl from outside the cabin. ‘There’s three things that are
important to a man, booze, sex and food, not necessarily in that order.’
Jack walked into the cabin, looking deep into Jenny’s eyes, making her
uncomfortable without her knowing why.
‘What about treasure?’
Jenny retorted, looking away from his intent gaze.
‘Ah, that’s important ter pirates
luv, so if yer a pirate, ya got four things that are important.’
Jack dismissed the cook and pulled a chair out for Jenny, a teasing smile
playing on his lips which added to her disquiet. ‘Get stuck in Jenny, ya
know th’drill,’ Jack murmured, his voice dropping an octave or two, making it
sound like rich velvet. He trailed his fingers across her shoulder as he
made his way around the table and sat opposite her, still watching her
attentively.
Jenny took a long drink of the
ale to try and moisten her parched mouth, then reached out for some bread,
catching her breath as Jack reached for the same piece and clasped her hand in
his. ‘I-I’m sorry, you have it.’ She snatched her hand away and
busied herself by filling her plate with slices of beef, some potatoes and
other vegetables
‘I’ll have ter fetch th’bath tub
from th’hold. You’ll be needing a wash soon I imagine.’ Try as he
might, Jack could not keep a smirk from his face and he stuffed a hunk of bread
in his mouth, chewing it to disguise his amusement.
Jenny looked across the table at
Jack with growing horror, wondering if he had seen her washing earlier. ‘Don’t
be silly,’ she chided herself, ‘I’d have heard him if he had.’
But she could not help but feel even worse as the doubt nagged at her.
She took another gulp of the ale and smiled weakly as Jack leaned over and
re-filled her mug.
Jack smiled conspiratorially to
himself as Jenny’s eyes began to glaze over the more alcohol she had, then
leapt to his feet as she stood and swayed unsteadily. ‘Easy does it
darlin,’ Jack laughed, guiding her to a window seat at the stern of the
cabin. He went and rummaged through a drawer in a tallboy, before
producing a tin and Jenny watched as he got some leaf out of the tin and put it
into a long pipe. He lit it, inhaling deeply and soon the air was filled
with a sickly sweet, pungent aroma making her eyes sting.
‘Want ter try some luv?’
Jack held the pipe to her lips and watched with amusement as she drew in a
mouthful, then gasped and coughed as it hit her lungs.
‘What on earth is that?’
Jenny wheezed when she had got enough breath back to speak.
‘Hemp luv, just th’thing ter help
ya relax.’ Jack drew another deep breath, a rapturous smile on his face,
then he blew smoke rings into the room, grinning at himself. ‘Tis ironic
really when ya consider that th’plant this comes from is also used to make
th’hangman’s rope.’
Jack leaned so close to Jenny
that she thought he was going to kiss her, but he gently blew smoke at her, so
that she had no choice but to inhale it. Her head swam as the smoke
started to make her feel more woozy than she did before and she tried to focus
her eyes on Jack, gasping in alarm when she saw there were two of him, and both
were swaying wildly. She shook her head, clearing it of the image, then
re-focused her eyes and opened the window, leaning out to get some fresh
air. She tensed as Jack leaned against her body and nuzzled her neck, the
hard bristles from his moustache scratching her skin, his hands cupping her
firm breasts.
‘What are you doing?’ Jenny
shouted, pushing back against him, which made him moan and shudder with desire
as her bottom connected with his growing erection. She pushed again and
broke free of him and made for the door, cursing under her breath as he somehow
beat her to it.
‘Now luv, where d’ya think you’re
going?’ Jack’s voice was soft, deep, his eyes like pools you could drown
in.
‘Away from you, you
scoundrel.’ Jenny’s heart was pounding so hard she felt sure Jack could
see it through her shirt.
‘Jack laughed, ‘Scoundrel?
Well that’s one o’the more polite things I been called luv.’ He moved
closer again and paused, a hairs breadth away from Jenny’s lips. She
could taste the hemp and the rum on his hot breath and tried to turn her head
away, but found his hands either side of her face. Leaning on the door behind
her, he held her head in place while he brushed his lips against hers, his eyes
looking deeply into her own. A small part of her wondered at how soft
Jack’s lips were, in contrast to almost everything else about him, then she
gasped as he pressed harder and his tongue flicked against them seeking an
entrance which Jenny would not give.
‘I will not sleep with you Jack
Sparrow, now get off me.’ Jenny summoned up all her strength and pushed
him away, then frantically turned the doorknob, crying out in frustration when
she realized the door was locked. She turned and glared at Jack as he
held the key up just out of her reach, a smug smile on his face. ‘So,
you’re going to force yourself on me then?’
Jack’s face fell in mock sorrow,
but his eyes danced with amusement. ‘Nah luv, I told ya, I’m not goin’
ter make ya sleep wi’me. I’ll give ye a choice. Ya can sleep here
or in th’brig.’
‘THE BRIG? What sort
of choice is that, you bastard?’ She advanced on him angrily, making him
retreat a couple of steps.
Jack laughed again, ‘Ah, we do
know naughtier words then?   Well Jenny, ya can sleep here, with me,
or ya can do back down the brig. But the thing is I don’t want them good
clothes spoiled, so ya’d have to take them off before ya go down to the brig.’
‘What? You’d send me down
there naked? You’re despicable.’ Jenny backed away from Jack, who’d
started to move closer again.
‘Nah, not naked luv, you’d still
have yer under garments on. But you’d have to go the long way round,
through the crew’s quarters. Tis an old custom, anyone who goes down the
brig for a third time has to be paraded around the ship.’ Jack reached
out to Jenny and started unbuttoning her shirt, batting away her restraining hand
as he slipped the shirt off her shoulders, stroking her arms with the back of
his fingers.
‘There must be somewhere else I
can sleep?’ Jenny tried to push Jack away, shuddering when his lips
pressed against her neck, his tongue lapping at her skin like a cat at milk.
‘Aye luv, there’s the crew’s
quarters,’ he chuckled, untying the laces on her breeches, slipping his hands
inside and sliding them down.
‘NO!’ Jenny struggled away,
pulling her breeches back up.
‘Dunno what yer doin’ that for
luv, they’ve got ter come off anyway before ye go to the brig.’ Jack’s
eyes glinted dangerously.
‘Why do you want me? You
can have whores aplenty at the next port.’ The desperation sounded in
Jenny’s voice.
‘Yes I can Jen, but I want a real
woman. I’ve almost forgotten what it’s like to make luv to a real
woman.’ Jack tangled his fingers in Jenny’s hair and pulled her to him,
kissing her hungrily, lips and tongue exploring her mouth, his free hand
sliding down the back of her breeches, moaning as he felt her taut
buttocks. He pulled away enough to lift her slip over her
head and cupped her breasts in his hands, hesitating before taking a dusky pink
nipple and sucking on it, while his thumb caressed the other one into a hard
bud, swapping over and moaning at the feel of the hard nipple under his tongue.
Jenny stood stock still, not
daring to breathe, wondering whether to attack Jack and try to escape, but she
thought better of it,. She was not sure as to what lengths he would go
when crossed. She braced herself as she felt her breeches being pulled
down again and gasped as his long fingers began to probe between her legs,
thrusting into her urgently. Jenny closed her eyes and tried to think of
pleasant things, anything to take her mind off what was happening, then became
aware that Jack was talking to her and brought her mind back to the present,
but avoided looking at him.
‘Undress me Jenny,’ Jack’s voice
was husky with lust, his breathing hard. She hesitated, before deciding
this might be the lesser of two evils, not knowing what trouble she would have
from the crew if they saw her half naked. Her fingers fumbled with the
few buttons he had done up.
Jack shrugged the shirt off his
back, and waited for her to continue. ‘C’mon luv, now me breeches.’
He caressed Jenny’s back, feeling her shudder, then his fingers carried on down
until they reached her opening again and re-entered her, probing deeper than
before, hitting a spot inside that made Jenny jerk and cry out, as her body
responded instinctively.
Jack withdrew his fingers once
more and Jenny watched, mesmerized as he put his fingers to his mouth and
licked them. She leapt back as he thrust his fingers into her mouth,
twirling them around her tongue. Jenny gagged at the taste and pushed his
hand away, ‘That’s disgusting, you’re disgusting.’ She slapped Jack hard
as he laughed at her.
‘Now, now luv, temper!
You’ve forgotten something.’ Jack looked down at his breeches, desperate to get
them off before he exploded out of them.
Jenny closed her eyes as she
undid the laces and pulled the breeches down a little way, not daring to go
further.
‘Come on luv, take them off me.’
‘I can’t.’
‘Why?’
‘Because....’
‘Because what?’ Jack was
starting to get impatient.
‘Because I’ve never seen a
man’s.......’ Jenny’s voice was only a mere whisper.
‘You’ve never seen a man’s
weddin’ tackle, not even yer husbands?’ Jack looked at Jenny
incredulously, chuckling softly.
‘No, he always undressed in the
dark. It’s nothing to laugh about.’ Jenny felt foolish but hid it
with anger.
‘Well feast yer eyes,
Jenny. Tis th’finest specimen of manhood yer likely ter see,’ Jack
boasted, grinding his hips against her.
Jenny knelt down, closing her
eyes again, inhaling the hot musky odour emitting from him. She pulled
Jack’s breeches off, throwing them on the floor, her eyes springing open in
shock as she felt his manhood brush against her lips and she looked in horror
at the large, pulsating organ in front of her and scrambled to her feet, whimpering
as Jack pushed himself against her, rubbing his length up and down against the
fuzz between her legs, biting her earlobe, his fingers digging into her
buttocks as he pulled her closer.
He picked Jenny up and carried
her to the bunk, tumbling down on top of her, his fingers searching for her
opening as his hips pushed her legs apart. Jack guided his prick into
place, then pushed inside Jenny using long, slow strokes to start with, then
thrusting harder and deeper, kissing, biting and sucking as Jenny lay there
prostrate beneath him. Jack withdrew, panting hard and Jenny relaxed,
thinking he had finished.
‘C’mon Jenny, it’s like fucking a
plank of wood luv,’ Jack frowned in frustration at her.
‘You forget that I’m doing this
against my will.’
‘I gave you a choice, you chose
this remember?’ Jenny tensed as she felt Jack press against her again,
and then yelped as he drove into her roughly. ‘Bring yer legs over.’
‘What?’
‘Put yer legs across me
back.’ Jenny did as she was told, squirming as she felt him go even
deeper into her. ‘Put yer arms around me.’ She held onto Jack as
his thrusts got more urgent until his back arched and his face was twisted in a
look of agony and ecstasy and she felt hot liquid pour into her.
He withdrew and collapsed on top
of her, breathing raggedly, then eventually rolled off and went to pull Jenny
to lie on top of him, but she pushed his hands away and got off the bunk,
shivering as she dressed herself quickly, then she sat and huddled in the
chair.
Jack lay there staring at her for
quite some time, cursing to himself. He knew he had handled it wrong and
in retrospect, realised that it perhaps wasn’t a good idea to smoke some hemp
as he now had an uphill battle to win Jenny over, but he had needed her with a
desperation that surprised, even alarmed him. With a last, longing look
at Jenny, Jack turned over and gave in to his heavy eyelids.
…
Jenny sat in the chair watching
as the dawn started to break, rubbing her eyes. She had barely had any
sleep and felt dog tired. She stood gingerly, stretching to ease her
stiff muscles, then crept over to the door, glaring in frustration at it when
it did not open, as she had forgotten Jack had locked it the previous
evening. She wandered over to the windows and opened one, leaning out and
taking deep gulps of the bracing sea air. She looked down at the squally
sea and gasped at the thought that suddenly came to her. ‘Should I
jump in?’ She looked back at the sleeping figure of Jack on the bunk,
then back to the sea, swirling around the hull of the ship. ‘Would I
be better off dead, than have to endure life on here?’ The sea seemed
hypnotic and Jenny felt herself being pulled forwards, out of the open
window. She was broken from her trance-like state by an arm pulling her
roughly away from the window.
‘Tis not a nice death luv.’

Jenny’s breath came in ragged
gulps as she pulled away from Jack’s naked embrace. ‘I was not going
to……’ She looked frantically at the open window, trying to work out what
had come over her.
‘Nah, people never want to, but
the sea calls to ‘em luv, lures them in, an’ before they know it, they’re
lost.’ Jack pulled Jenny back to him, cradling her in his arms until she
felt the hardness rising in him and broke away once more.
‘I’m quite all right now thank
you. I’d like to go on deck now please.’ Jenny asked in a voice
calmer than the turmoil going on inside her, then walked over to the door and
looked at it pointedly.
‘It’ll be breakfast soon.
Have it here, then we’ll find ya something to do, savvy?’
Right on cue there came a knock
at the door. Jack pulled on his breeches and retrieved the key from his
coat pocket, unlocking the door and allowing a crewman entrance with a tray
containing two bowls and two mugs. He placed it on the table, then left,
smiling sardonically at Jenny.
Jenny bit back tears as she realized the whole crew probably knew what
happened the previous night, and she was dreading facing them, wondering if
they would try to force themselves on her as their captain had done. She
swallowed a spoonful of oats, conceding that they at least tasted better than
yesterday morning, then took a drink from the mug, expecting water and getting
watered down ale instead.
‘Ale? This hour?’
Jack laughed, through a mouthful
of porridge, ‘Aye luv, sometimes the ale’s fresher than th’water. Get it
down, it will not kill ya.’ He finished off his food, then went to the
chest, containing his clothes and effects. ‘Here luv, will ya put this on
me?’ Jack handed Jenny his bandana.
‘I’m not sure how.’
‘Just put it around me head, then
tie it at th’back, I’ll soon tell ya if it’s right or not.’ Jack sat in
his chair, so Jenny could reach.
Jenny took the salt encrusted red
bandana and wound it around Jack’s head, tying it securely. She noted how
clean Jack’s hair was which surprised her. ‘Where are we going?’
‘That’s great luv, ta.
We’re goin’ ter San Juan, I’d normally go ter Tortuga, but we had a little….
trouble before th’storm hit.’ Jack finished dressing, placed his hat on
his head and led the way to the deck, whistling to himself as he went.
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