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Chapter .9.
Jack somehow made it to his back to his
cabin, half-bottle of faithful rum in hand.
Slamming the door behind him, he leaned
against it, sliding to the floor.
This couldn’t be happening. Things like this
just didn’t happen to Jack Sparrow. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Bugger bugger bugger…”
WhatShe wanted him.
Bloody hell, Elizabeth fucking Swan
wanted him. He’d gotten that right, hadn’t he?
Maybe there’d been someone behind me.
Maybe she just really likes me bandana. Maybe the compass was pointing to land,
or treasure.
But he knew. After that talk he’d quite
accidentally overheard, he knew.
Raising the rum to his lips again, he managed
to swallow down some of his initial alarm. It wasn’t like this was anything new
for him… He was Captain Jack Sparrow! The ladies loved him – and he loved ‘em
and left ‘em. Maybe that’s what she wanted? A naughty little affair with a
pirate before she settled down into her married life. Something to whisper and
giggle over with the other married ladies.
So why shouldn’t he oblige her, then? The
poor girl had doomed herself to a life of corsets and tea in tiny little cups.
He could at least give her some fond memories to think on, couldn’t he?
“Now you’re thinkin’! Get up
off your ass and give her what she wants!!” His throbbing cock screamed
at him. Jack was up again and halfway through the door before his brain kicked
in again.
He couldn’t. It was all twisted around, now. Elizabeth wasn’t
the naïve vixen anymore. She was Mrs. William Turner. The heartless bitch had
gone and gotten herself married.
He grinned at the thought, hoping it was true.
Serves her right.
A few short weeks ago he wouldn’t have hestitated to throw
the girl down on deck and screw the ability to ever walk again right out of
her, if he’d thought their flirting had been any more than half-serious. And
then she’d kissed him – she’d kissed him! – and
despite that fact that it had been a brilliant ploy to distract him at the
time, there was no faking that
heat she had given off like fire. She’d wanted
him.
But why shouldn’t she have gotten married? He’d been dead.
That’s not the bloody point!Wouldn’t have looked right, a Governor’s daughter
marrying a festering pile of dead-Jack.
Yes, come to get a possibly festering pile of dead-Jack. Once again,
mate – wouldn’t look right. Can’t expect a lovely girl like that to remain
single forever; it’d be a horrible waste.
She could’ve damn well waited more than two minutes before cracking
open the champagne!
Now that he had the bloody magical proof that she wanted ol’ Jack, he
found he wasn’t as excited as he’s thought he’s be. He wanted her, craved her,
but…
It wasn’t really the fact that she was married, because he didn’t have
too much of a problem with that – even though he probably should feel more loyalty
towards Will in that respect, he supposed. The problem was… the problem was
that she… well… What was it?
Back when he’d first met her, he’d wanted
her, sure. Gorgeous lass that she was. And maybe, yeah, he’d come to fantasise
a bit when he’d had her all to himself on The Pearl. Who wouldn’t, in
those pants she was wearing? And yes, maybe he hadn’t minded so much plunging
to his gloriously courageous death knowing that he had finally gotten that kiss
he’s wanted… He really hadn’t been ready to die, but he’d been alright with it
at that point in time. Getting a kiss from the girl, Captain going down with
his ship and all that.
But he hadn’t died. Was pretty sure he
hadn’t, anyway.
What he hadn’t squared with was the fact that life had gone right on
ahead in his absence. People had no right to get married when he was dead!
There should at least have been one of those traditional mourning periods out
of respect, where women had to wear black and wail over him and always stay
indoors and not get married. That would’ve been much more use to him
than sailing off to ‘rescue’ him….
“Didn’t need a bloody rescue, did I…” Jack mumbled into the rum bottle.
He closed the cabin door again and made his way over to the large comfy chair
in the corner with a dance-like stagger.
From what he understood, Tia Dalma had told the crew that they could
sail to the end of the world and save him. So Elizabeth had known there had
been a chance that they would get him back, and still had chosen to wed her
precious Will.
There’s no law against loving two men.
Love? Who’s thinking of love, mate?You are.
Am not. And besides, Lizzie isn’t that type of girl. She knows
what she wants.
Maybe she wants Jack and Will both.
Ick! And no. I know ‘er. She’s a one-man kind of pirate, is my
‘Lizbeth.
Then why did she marry Will?
That’s what I’m bloody asking, isn’t it!Maybe she married Will because you were otherwise incapable of wooing
the lady yourself. Because you were DEAD.
This wasn’t
helping. Usually having a man to man talk with himself resulted in some pretty
spectacular plans of action, if he did say so himself…. to himself. But Jack
was too panicked and uncomfortably aroused to think straight right now.
Too much thought, not enough rum.
Jack growled deep in this throat, rolling his tongue
around in the sweet liquor before swallowing. He closed his eyes and leaned
back. One last time, he allowed myself to slip into one of his favourite
fantasies.
Elizabeth was dressed in something tight – possible wet, and just a
touch transparent.
Completely inappropriate for the wedding she was
involved in, but hey – it was his goddamn fantasy.
She was about to marry The
Whelp, and she’s looking decidedly uneasy about the whole thing. Because she
doesn’t want to marry Will, of course. Not right for her. The orchestra stops
and the priest is about to begin.
But wait! What is that?
It’s Captain Jack Sparrow, the most fearsome pirate in the entire
world! He comes crashing through a stain glass window, and stands there shining
like a god in the sunlight. His eyes find hers, and their gazes lock.
“I’ve come for me woman,” Jack mumbles, and taking
another sip of rum.
He grabs her arm and throws her behind him as he fights off dozens of
expert swordsman. Then he and Will are fighting, and Will says something stupid
like; ‘You can’t have her!’, and the pirate says something incredibly clever in return.
This is usually the part where Jack kicks him sending
him sprawling, and throws Elizabeth over his shoulder. But this time, he
decided to kill Will off.
It’s just a fantasy, after all.
Jack smiles as he imagines the blade entering the
young man’s chest, and the surprised look on his face.
The fiancé is now dead. Jack effortlessly throws Elizabeth over his
shoulder, and she punches and curses at him until they reach the safety of The
Pearl. He takes her to his cabin and throws her down on the bed. She’s
deliciously afraid and, of course, very excited. He can’t wait to touch her… break her… shatter her to pieces. He
can’t wait to see her face when she feels a man slide inside her for the first
time…
Jack’s eyes snap open.
The fantasy didn’t really work anymore. He almost
hates her a little for ruining it, but knows that she couldn’t have stayed a
virgin forever. A passionate girl like that has needs, urges.
Probably lots of needs. Lots of urges.
That girl can chain me up anytime…
A whole new set of pleasant imaginings sprang
unbidden to Jack’s mind.
‘Please Jack! I love you and want you desperately! I can’t stand my
husband’s clumsy attempts to satisfy me! I beg you Captain, chain me up and
have your way with me! Show me what it’s supposed to be like…!?’
Oh god. Not good, not good.
Jack stood up from the chair and proceeded to drain
the rest of the rum. With a bit of luck, it would be enough to make him pass
out before he came in his pants.
Sure enough, after some time pacing and muttering to
himself, a wonderful cloudiness soon sank in, and he felt it was probably time
to turn in for the night. Morning. Whatever it was. He zigzagged his way over
to the bed, and flopped down on his stomach.
Before he succumbed to unconsciousness, Jack made a decision – he was
one man that Elizabeth Turner wouldn’t get her sharp little claws into.
Any deeper, anyway. She wasn’t going to be allowed to have her wedding cake and
eat it too…. Not that couldn’t make her eat it, if he wanted her to…
Hopefully it would all add up to something very simple tomorrow. With a
bit of luck, he would wake up to find that it was all a horrible nightmare, and
that his compass did not in fact point to himself in the hands of the girl of
his dreams.
I shouldn’t have left. I should have stayed with her. I should steal
her away, and make her into a real pirate. Will’s going to kill me. Elizabeth’s
going to kill me. I’m going to kill myself. Captain Jack Sparrow can’t be
killed! Or maybe I can be killed, lots of times. I will be killed every time I
do something stupid.
Stealing Elizabeth would be stupid. Not stealing Elizabeth would be
stupid.
“Shut up...!” Jack groaned into his pillow.
It was a long time before Jack could finally
sleep.
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