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An Eye for a Bargain	By : Nimue Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 6026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: An Eye for a Bargain 9/?

Genre: Action/Romance

Pairing: J/OC, W/E, N/OC

Rating: R/NC-17

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am serious. Even this machine is a rental. Pirates of the Caribbean, all its characters/places/things belongs to Disney. I take no credit for the recognizable. I make no profit from this.

Summary: A romance of sorts for Jack Sparrow.

Notes: Italicized words denote thoughts.
Comments: Good god, it has been a long bloody time! My deepest apologies. I haven�t quite given up, but a serious lack of time has prevented me from devoting my efforts to this piece. I hope you enjoy the update. If things go as planned, there�ll be another along shortly. As always, I appreciate my reader�s support, so if you have time, drop me a review.

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We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

We kidnap and ravage and don't give a hoot.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
We extort, we pilfer, we filch and sack.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

Maraud and embezzle and even hijack.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
Abby groaned as she regained consciousness, the pounding in her head reminiscent of the waves that ripped through the foundations of the shore during only the most frightful storm. She felt as if she�d run a great race, and the continuous pounding in her skull was not at all helped by the blasted singing by the blasted pirates on their blasted rotten ship that they�d carried her off in against her will.

She growled, as every moment of the last hellish day in a half came back to her with crystal clarity. She wanted nothing more than to give Captain Jack bloody Sparrow a hint of what their newfound married life would truly be like. Just give her a bloody dagger and five minutes alone with her �husband�. Better yet, make it a rusty and dull dagger. Let the infection kill him instead. The thought of her dear Captain�s expression when his manhood fell off from said infection lightened her mood, if only a little.

Sighing, she made to stand, only to topple over in a heap beside the bed. Breathing deeply, and discovering the air to be stale and dank *there�s the cause of your headache right there, Abby*, she coughed. The smell in the room was enough to knock a person over. That had to be remedied, and soon.

So Abby reg regaining her balance, and finally managed to get herself up, though her head still ached painfully. She hoped the fools above had something to remedy it, though it seemed highly unlikely.
They were singin� and dancing, a merry bunch o� fools. A few bottles were being passed here and there. She found the Captain, if one could call him that, at the helm, turning the wheel whichever way his heart desired. As one might expect, his hands were full with navigation, and a bottle of booze. Disgusted, Abby attempted to make her way toward the helm. Attempted being the key word, as she first had to plow her way through the rowdy party of crewmembers.

We kindle and char, inflame and ignite.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

We burn up the city, we're really a fright.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
We're rascals, scoundrels, villains and knaves.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

We're devils and black sheep, really bad eggs!
�Really bad eggs!� Sparrow emphasized, taking another long pull from his bottle. The crew cheered, thrown into gales of laughter as they drunkenly continued to sing:
Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
We're beggars and blighters and er-der-do-well cads.

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!

Aye! But we're loved by our mommies and dads!

Drink up me 'earties, Yo Ho!
Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.

Yo Ho, Yo Ho! A pirate's life for me.
�Would ye quite with the bloody racket!� Abby cried, massaging her aching temples as she did ser oer only reference of sailors came from her experience on the crossing from England, and then of the naval officers under Commodore Norrington�s command. This gruesome display of drunken tomfoolery came as quite a shock to the sheltered young woman.
�Why, if it ain�t Mrs. Cap�n! Ahoy Lady Sparra!� A particularly foul pirate addressed her, whilst stepping forward to take her hand in his. He placed a sloppy kiss upon her hand, kneeling upon the deck in false bravado. �Tis a great pleasure milady.� It was only then that Abiageook ook any notice of her disheveled state. Her hair had fallen of its ties completely, cascading down her back and over her shoulders in a coppery river. The untamed curls, now frizzed with the moisture from the open ocean, flew about every which way; a most un-proper appearance, to say the least. That however, said nothing of her state of dress. Her soiled gown, having been torn during her capture, had twisted during her respite, and now bearly had the means to cover her montimntimate regions. She felt her face heat, as her cheeks turned crimson with embarrassment, and then rage.

�Unhand me, you rascal!� Forcefully withdrawing her hand from the man�s grasp, she turned around wildly in an attempt to escape the crowd.

�Feisty lil� thing aren�t ye?� One of the men crowed triumphantly, taunting her poorly planned attempt. As it stood now, she was utterly surrounded by sneering, loathsome, filthy pirates. Her head felt light, and she was sure she would faint, when a coarse shout sounded from above.

�Aye lads, ye best be keepin� yer hands off the Cap�ns mistress.� Gibbs warned, even as the Captain himself sauntered over to peer onto the lower deck. The sight that greeted him caused his previously joyful countenance to change quite drastically. His body became abruptly still, and his hands ceased their incessant flailing. The kohl lining �round his eyes narrowed dangerously till naught was visible but an angry slit.

�What ye be doin� out here, luv?� Sparrow asked, his tone low, the pous ous drunken slur all but gone from his v.
.

As quickly as it had formed, the crowd around her dispersed, leaving her out in the open with naught but her husband�s eyes upon her. Standing tall, piecing together the last pieces of her dignity, Abby spoke. �I came to see what all the racket was about. As I can see, the party started without me.� Her voice betrayed the quiver that coursed through her body as she said it, and she cursed herself for her weakness. Bloody girl, get ogetogether!

Jack eyebrows rose in surprise at her response, a small smile forming on his lips. Said smile however, did not reach his eyes, and Abby felt the need to be afraid as he stepped lightly down the stairway toward her. Swallowing her fear, she met his eyes, pleased that they stood much of a height, so that she needn�t feel as though he were gazing down upon her, ready to stamp her beneath his tyrannical boot. The feeling didn�t last long however, because as soon as her courage lifted, Captain Jack Sparroenedened his mouth.
�Ye think ye� be joining in the celebrat, eh, eh? I think not. The deck of a pirate ship is no place for a woman such as yerself, and therefore, ye�ll be confined to our quarters unless I say so, savvy?�

Before she could voice her opinion to that nonsense, the Captain strode back toward the wheel, disappearing from her view. �Mr. Gibbs,� Jack motioned toward his mate. �Would you be so kind as to escort me wife to our cabin? Also, it be best if you ensure she stays there as well.� Nodding, the stout pirate stalked toward the now glowering woman, and gently drew her back into the ships interior.
�Miss, I believe it best if ye just sit tight a few days.� He whispered. �I don�t thinks the Cap�ns in the right of mind to be dealing with ye, if ye take me meanin�.�
Abby�s eyes narrowed in confusion. �I still don�t understand why I�m here! Why me? I have no fortunes to speak of, and I highly doubt anyone will put up much of a fuss over my abduction. Rest assured, Mr. Gibbs is it?� The pirnoddnodded. �Rest assured, I am by no means here, and married to your Captain of my own free will.�
Gibbs laughed heartily at this revelation. �I have no doubt of that, lass. Jack ever was the scoundrel. Just sit tight fer awhile, see what brews. Ye may be surprised.�
She sighed heavily as the door was once again closed in her face, but her anger only increased when she heard the lock turning. Abby, you have the worst luck�
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�Annamaria, would ye be so kind as to take the wheel fer me, luv? Ol� Jack be needin� a rest.� Sparrow cooed at the woman, his eyes glazed with drink, and a bit more sway in his movements than was usual.
She nodded, a wicked smirk spreading across her face. �Did you forget Captain? Tis your wedding night, sir.�
Jack simply stared at her, his brow knitting together as he thought about that. Wedding night? What the devil? It hit him with the force of a hurricane, and he had to struggle to stay upright. O� course! Now he remembered. He had himself wedded that morning, hadn�t he? He smiled, as though he�d discovered something no one else knew about. Obviously, he was quite proud of himself. �That�s right, ain�t it? I did get meself today! Where be my wife?�
Annamaria simply rolled her eyes. Men were such idiots, said pirate Captain specifically. �She�s in your cabin, Captain. Remember?�
�Oh yes.� Jack nodded. �Good place fer her.�
�Go to bed, Jack�
�A�right�
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She heard the door open, as the loud crash of it hitting the wall was more than enough to pull her from her less-than-restful slumber. After agonizing over her situation for hours, she�d finally succumbed to the weariness inflicted by the day, and had collapsed in a heap on the smeheapheap of rags that constituted the Captain�s bunk. There was a crash, as one of the lamps fell to the floor, followed by whatever else had been crowding the man�s desk.

�Damn,� a muffled curse under breath.

Fumbling in the dark like a fucking idiot.

Abiageal! Such language! A lady ought not know such words!

She couldn�t help the smirk that appeared on her face, and hastened to hide it in the pillow. This entire situation was utterly ridiculous. Who ever would have imagined it? A pirate, abducting her! Forcing her to be his wife no less�

She heard the spark of the lamp after some minutes, an eerie glow casting away the gloom of the cabin. He was glad she had her bao hio him. Concentrating on the wall, she worked on feigning sleep. At least if she were unconscious, he�d leave her be, right? Earlier nightmares of what Jack Sparrow might do to her when he finally tired of his crewman�s company came back to haunt her, and her heart sped up in turn. Please don�t touch me, please don�t touch me, please don�t touch me�
�Ah, there you are, lass.� She could hear his cocky smile. She tried to force the tremble down as the bed dipped behind her, but her resolve was un-done when a rough hand settled on her hip, sliding down her thigh through her skimpy dress. She whimpered, sitting upright and quickly pulling away from him. She scrambled to the other side of the bed, only then realizing that she�d cornered herself between the wall and her, ahem, �husband.� �Where the hell you think you�re off to?� He asked, his tone deepening, even as his eyes darkened with something she�d never seen before.
�Please, just leave me alone.� She begged, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
�Oh, luv. I like it when you beg.� He shimmied closer, his hand darting out to catch her cheek in a soft caress. �I promise, I won�t hurt ye.�
She closed her eyes in fear, relying on that age-old technique one learns as a child. If I just ignore him, maybe he�ll go away.
No such luck. She tensed as warm lips enclosed over her own, wondering why in the hell she�d ever thought appreciatively about his kisses. He�s a monster!
Jack drew away, much to her relief. Sitting back, but still close enough to prevent her escape, he gazed over his prize. Not a bad haul at all. He�d certainly had worse. �You�ll warm up to me yet, little one.� Grasping her hand, he drew it to his lips, caressing the tender flesh softly with the tip of his tongue. She shuddered. Whether with disgust or passion, he didn�t know. He certainly preferred the later though. �We�ve got all the time in the world.�

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