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Sea Change	By : Nemain Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 4238 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sea Change Chapter Seven (NC-17)
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�Jack
Sparrow owns me, body and soul,� Myrtle whispered to herself. She caught the sharp glare of one of Jack�s
crewmen and knew she was just voicing the thoughts they had themselves. _They think I�m his slave, his chattel� and
they�re right. He bought my life from
Anna Maria. I�m indebted to him. _ She bent her back to the mopping and
tried to ignore the stares of the men on deck. They were not surprised to see a
woman aboard�most had been there for Anna Maria�s tenure on the crew and Jack
was known to have female�passengers� from time to time for short journeys.
Rather, they were trying to puzzle her out, she felt. Their gazes were curious almost to the point
of xenophobic, watching her movements, seemingly memorizing them. _I�m an accused murderer� of sorts� _ She winced as the battered old mop deposited
a splinter in her palm. _How did this
all happen? Why on Earth would Anna Maria
think me a killer? _ She paused as a shadow fell across her
workspace.
�Give it
over to Morgan.� Jack�s voice came out
as more of a growl than he intended but he saw the gooseflesh rise on her arms
at the tone and this, for some reason he could not name, pleased him. �I paid for your life so the least you can do
is spare me ten minutes of it.�
Myrtle
opened her mouth to snap off a witty retort but found herself
facing Jack�s back as he moved towards his quarters, not looking to see if she
was following. Wordlessly, she handed
the mop to the waiting, irritated Morgan and followed the famed captain,
acutely aware of how itchy her clothes were on her sunburned skin, of how she
was sweating beneath her breasts and it was making her feel distinctly grubby. She knew she looked like a slattern and the
color rose to her cheeks as she made the long walk to Jack�s personal quarters.
She could hear the whispers start behind her and swallowed hard to keep herself
from decrying her innocence then and there.
Instead, she kept a steady pace and kept her chin up, not letting her expression
of bland determination waver even as she shut the wooden door to the cabin
behind her. It was dark and smelled very
masculine, of salt air and rum and coconut oil and worn clothing and leather.
She thought she detected the very faint scent of sandalwood and wondered if one
of the trunks was made from it. She did
not have long to ponder, though, because Jack pressed against her from behind
as she moved towards the middle of the sparse cabin. �Please,� she began, but realized she did not
know what she was pleading for just yet.
She licked her lips and tried to focus on something, anything, to
distract her from the warmth of him through her lawn shirt and borrowed trews.
�I own you,�
he said softly, almost as if he were reminding himself. �I�ve never been in this position before,� he
continued, stepping around her, not looking at her but at his own ringed
fingers. �I eschew the buying and
selling of human flesh�as property�� He
smiled fleeting at her, his debonair manner ebbing and flowing as he
paced. �But this is a special case. It seems Anna Maria has gone insane.�
Myrtle
laughed weakly, uncertain whether the scimitar flash of his smile was rueful or
truly humorous. �She was just trying to
keep order on her ship,� she said demurely, not believing the words that were
coming out of her own mouth. She frowned
and squinted, then sighed. �I can�t
believe I just said that.�
Jack leaned
against the support pole in the center of the cabin and raised a brow. �I was wonderin�
about that meself, dove.� He
smiled again, this time a small expression, his eyes crinkling at the corners
as he looked her over. �You look a mess.�
She
snorted. �Thank you kindly. I have some
questions about my tenure here�� She chewed her lip nervously for a moment ,watching him watching her. She had run out of steam quickly, uncertain
as to how to proceed on her bold course of action.
Jack stretched
his arms then, lacing his fingers over his head and fixing her with a roguish
wink. �Started off strong, give you
credit for that much,� he said, yawning.
�You�re not my slave, if that�s what you�re worried �bout.�
�Your men
seem to think otherwise.�
He sighed,
raising both brows then. �My men�� he
paused, then shook his head. �If you want to be my slave I�m sure we can
arrange something.�
As his gaze
swept her this time, she felt it. It was
as if his own hands were sweeping over her body, prising open buttons and fastenings, skimming over her
sweat-dappled, overheated skin. She had
never wanted a bath so much in all of her life as she did in that one
moment. �No,� she breathed. �I don�t want to be your slave.�
�Good,� he
barked. His entire manner changed. His gaze snapped from seductive and questing
to all business, taking her shape and clothing in in
a purely cursory manner. �Your duties
will be that of the lowest ranked man aboard ship. You have been accused of
murder by one of my friends and while I don�t believe it myself, she does�� He paused and sighed. �Myrtle��
�I didn�t
do it, Jack! I swear to you�� She closed her eyes and fists and inhaled shakily. �I couldn�t kill a man just for trying to get
in my bed.� She opened her eyes and
looked at him earnestly. �Thank you,
Captain. Thank you for�buying
my life from Anna Maria.�
Jack nodded
curtly, not meeting her eyes. He felt a roil of emotions within him�anger at
Anna Maria for being irrational, sorrow for innocence lost, no small amount of
arousal at the sight of the plump, well curved woman before him with her wide
eyes and the thin white shirt clinging so fetchingly to her handful of breasts�. �Go relieve Morgan. Report to me when you�re
done.� Myrtle nodded curtly and
practically ran from the cabin, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He pressed his forehead against the wood of
the pole and sighed again. _Someone is
lying to me, _ he mused inwardly. _Someone
I care about is lying to me�
_ Outside, he knew the Sea
Witch was moored nearby. He knew the sea
stretched to infinity and the jeweled islands of civilization were nothing but
specs in the vast womb of water. He knew
that, somewhere beneath the waves, his friend�s father floated dead, chained to
a heavy trunk of gold. Somewhere beneath the waves, a new corpse floated and
fed the fish. He shook himself from his
bitter reverie and smoothed his fingers over his moustache and beard. His attraction to Myrtle, he decided, was a
passing fancy. She was available and he
knew her touch. He would not think of
her as a woman while she was aboard the ship but as his crew� and a potential
murderer.
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