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Lady of the Mist: In a Jaguar's Eye	By : CaptainSpookshow Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Crossovers Views: 1001 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the movie(s) that this fanfiction is written for, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-A Narrow Escape, Meeting Jack, Jack Leaves Nothing Unfinished When It Comes to Fine-Looking Lads, Rescue?
- 1
This is a revised, "adult" version of a story that I started on my Myspace blog in January 2007. I hope you enjoy it!
This is dedicated to everyone who has enjoyed reading the original blog, and to everyone who has given me good ideas when I got stuck. This is also dedicated to Johnny Depp and Adam Ant--thank you both for the laughter, the music and the joy that you brought to me and others. :-)
Reviews? Sure! Bring 'em on!
***** = Transition of POV or scene
Italics = thought
***Circa 1982.***
"ADAM! AAAADAM!"
I am firing that bloody security team first thing tomorrow morning, thought Adam Ant as he ran down the backstage corridor, barely ahead of a throng of screaming women. Why wasn't anyone watching the door? And how am I going to get out of here without being spotted? He ducked down a side hallway to his right and saw a small door on the left. A broom closet! Perfect! He could hide in there until the ladies tired of looking for him or security had things under control. Keeping an eye out for straggling fans, he opened the door and slipped into the closet.
A bright light shone in his eyes, blinding him. He stumbled, tripped and fell cursing into a large pile of sand.
Sand?
As his eyes adjusted to the brightness he saw that he was indeed laying face-down in a pile of sand on a beautiful, sunny beach. Confused, he looked over his shoulder and saw that the closet had disappeared; there was nothing but jungle behind him now. He was about to push himself up and ponder the wonder of it all when he heard a dry click next to his right ear.
The click had come from an antique pistol that was in the hand of the strangest person Adam had ever seen. The man was not very tall and had lots of long, wild black hair that was held back from his eyes with a red bandanna. Some of the hair was braided with beads, and there were braids in his beard as well. His clothes looked like something Adam himself might wear onstage--big, blousy shirt, long coat, buccaneer boots, leather tri-cornered hat. He swayed slightly as if he'd been drinking, but his dark eyes were sharp as he regarded Adam.
"Where is your ship?" he asked.
"What?" asked Adam.
"Your ship." The man waved his pistol to indicate Adam's attire. "Look mate, don't play games with me. It is very obvious to the casual observer that you are a pirate, ergo you came from a ship, ergo said ship must be somewhere in the vicinity, ergo I can talk to your captain and get off this bloody island. Savvy?"
"I'm not a pirate, and I have no ship," Adam pushed himself up and sat back on his heels, brushing the sand off of his jacket.
The man narrowed his eyes. "How did you get here then?"
"I don't think you'd believe me. I don't believe it myself."
"Lad, when you've seen some of the things I've seen just about anything seems possible."
Adam sighed. "All right then. I ran into a broom closet and the next thing I know you're standing here waving a gun at me."
The man raised an eyebrow. "I think you've been under the sun too long."
"Told you that you wouldn't believe me."
"Well, no matter." The man stuck his pistol back in his sash. "I think I might have something for your feverish brain, Mr.--?"
"Ant. Adam Ant."
The man stuck out his hand. "Captain Jack Sparrow. I suppose you've heard of me?"
Adam shook Jack's hand. "No, can't say I have."
Jack looked a little crestfallen. "What? Not even a rumor? I must have been gone longer than I thought," he mused. "Now what was I saying? Oh yes, something for your brain fever." He motioned for Adam to follow him as he stumbled down the beach. Adam shrugged and got to his feet. His new friend didn't appear to have both oars in the water, but following him seemed to be a better option than sitting in the sand and wondering just what the hell he had gotten himself into.
Captain Jack led him to a small pit dug in the sand. Inside the pit were a number of bottles filled with brown liquid. Jack chose one at random and passed it to Adam. Not wanting to upset his host, Adam took a swig from the bottle. The liquid burned going down, making his eyes tear up and sending him into a spasm of coughing.
"Good God, what is this?" he choked.
"Rum, and a fine lot of it too." Jack took the bottle from him and drank half of it.
"It's horrible!"
Jack shook his head. "Definitely not a pirate."
"I told you I wasn't. There are no pirates around anymore. Well, not like the old days, anyway," said Adam.
Jack goggled at him. "And they say I'M mad. Of course there are pirates. The sea is crawling with them. You have been in the sun too long, my friend."
"Captain Sparrow?"
"Call me Jack, if you please."
"All right. Jack, how did you get here? Were you shipwrecked?" asked Adam.
"In a manner of speaking. I threw myself into the belly of the Kraken to save my ship and it took three weeks to fight my way to its heart. After I stabbed the heart of the great beast it took me another two weeks to cut my way out, and by that time it had drifted close to this island. And so, here I am." Jack took another pull from the bottle.
Adam smiled. "I think you've been drinking too much of that rum."
"Look my friend, you can believe it or not but it's as true as my name is Jack Sparrow. Besides, it's no stranger than your story of arriving here courtesy of a broom closet," Jack said. He drained the rest of the bottle and wobbled to his feet. "Now then, Mr. Ant, let's see what we can do to get ourselves off this island. We'll need to build a large fire on the beach. Hopefully a ship will pass here soon and see it. Be a good lad and gather some wood, would you?"
After collecting some wood and dry brush from the jungle, Adam and Jack soon had a blazing fire going on the beach. Adam found a stream of fresh water near the beach and was finally able to get the taste of the rum out of his mouth. When he returned to the fire, the sun was sinking lower and lower in the sky, turning the clouds blood red and purple. Jack was lying on the ground, snoring contentedly with a bottle of rum in his hand. Adam smiled and shook his head. Jack has the right idea, he thought, I'm about ready to pass out myself.
*****
Adam got as close to the fire as he dared but he was still freezing. The tropics are supposed to be warm, damn it, he thought as he curled up into a ball, hugging himself. It didn�t help; the cold ocean breeze bit into his clothes and made him shiver. He looked at Jack�s greatcoat with envy. Wish I had one of those�I�ll bet he�s as warm as toast under there. When I get home, I�m going to have my tailor make me one. If I ever DO get home...
As if he sensed that Adam was looking at him, Jack opened his eyes. �You look like you�re freezing, mate,� he said as he staggered over to where Adam lay. He took off his greatcoat and laid it over Adam, then crawled underneath it next to him. Both the coat and Jack were warm and Adam didn�t protest when Jack threw an arm around his waist. �Better?�
�Much, thank you,� Adam said, relaxing his limbs now that he wasn�t cold.
�Now if you�d had the rum I offered earlier�and I�m still puzzled as to why anyone would ever turn down rum�you wouldn�t be so cold,� Jack said matter-of-factly.
�I doubt that�that wind is beastly,� Adam said, shivering a little.
�Aye, but it�s blowing toward us which means a ship should be along soon.� Jack yawned. �Now try to get some sleep.�
Adam took Jack�s advice and dozed off. But sleep was the furthest thing from Jack�s mind. How lucky was he that this lovely creature had washed up on this beach? The lad had lips that begged to be kissed and arse that begged to be fucked. It had been a while since Jack had had a lad as fine as this, and have him he would. They were marooned, and despite what he�d told Adam the chances of a ship coming by within the next few days were slim; he had all the time in the world.
Cautiously Jack peeled back the lapel and collar of Adam�s jacket and shirt, exposing a slim white throat and part of a well-shaped shoulder. He lightly ran his fingertips from Adam�s earlobe to his collarbone. Adam stirred, but didn�t awaken. Jack gently kissed Adam where his neck met his shoulder, breathing in his scent. Adam sighed and half-turned toward Jack, still fast asleep. Jack propped himself up on his elbow and caressed Adam�s face, stroking his bottom lip with his thumb. The lad puckered his lips, and Jack couldn�t help but steal a kiss.
Adam knew he had to be dreaming, but it felt like someone was kissing him. A long, slow kiss from a pair of lovely soft lips. But something didn�t feel right, and he couldn�t quite put his finger on what it was. He opened his eyes to see a pair of inky-brown ones rimmed with kohl just inches from his face.
�Jack, were you kissing me just now?� he asked, his mind still fuzzy with sleep.
�Yes,� said Jack, and before Adam could say anything Jack started kissing him again. Oh-- it was the mustache that was throwing me off, thought Adam, still half-asleep. He didn�t mind Jack kissing him; he�d kissed men before. As long as things didn�t get beyond kissing, he still felt safe. He kissed back, gently putting his hand on the back of Jack�s neck.
�Mmm�that was very nice,� he murmured when Jack pulled away to look at him.
�I have other nice things planned for you, luv,� Jack said, letting his fingers trail down Adam�s chest and belly until they rested at the top of his pants.
Adam frowned. �Oh. No, sorry Jack. I�I don�t think so.�
Jack looked at him quizzically, and then nodded his head as if he understood. �Never been with a man before, eh? Well, it�s a lot like being with a lady but different. You see��
�No, it�s not like that. I�ve been with a bloke before.� It was a memory Adam did not care too much to remember. It had happened back in art school, when Adam was young and stupid and relatively new to the BDSM scene. One of the professors had heard about Adam�s interest in sadomasochism and hinted that he�d like to take the boy home and make him into his little pet. Adam eagerly went with the handsome older man, little knowing that the man was a true sadist. He�d tied Adam up without giving him a �safe word� (a code word that meant �stop� to both master and slave), beat him mercilessly, nearly choked him to death with his cock, and fucked him until he bled. The monster kept him for two days until his wife came home from her mother�s, then dropped a crying, bleeding and bruised Adam unceremoniously off at the college. And though he was attracted to men, the memory of the pain and humiliation he had suffered had made him shy away from them. �I�didn�t like it much,� he said, biting his bottom lip and looking away.
Jack prided himself in his ability to read other people, and Adam�s reaction told him volumes about his encounter with the other man. He was young. It was his first time. He didn�t know what to expect. There was no tenderness, no preparation and no oil to ease the way. The man who buggered him took his own pleasure and gave none back. It was painful and terrible. He wants to, but he�s afraid; he said �don�t think so,� not �don�t want to.� He turned Adam�s face back to his. �I won�t hurt you,� he said earnestly, his eyes soft and serious.
Adam was going to say something about how he wasn�t so sure about that when Jack�s hand went up under his shirt. �Jack, no�please�� he pleaded.
�Shh�� Jack kissed his neck and drew little whorls and spirals on Adam�s stomach with his fingertips. �Told you I wasn�t going to hurt you. I have the distinct notion that something very dreadful happened between you and this bloke. Am I right?�
Adam closed his eyes and nodded. Jack�s calloused fingertips felt good against his skin and he relaxed a bit.
�Why don�t you tell old Jack what happened?� Jack said gently, his fingers moving up towards Adam�s chest.
�It was awful,� Adam whispered, and before he knew it he was telling Jack everything that had happened to him, and how it much it had hurt, and how much the professor had seemed to enjoy hurting him as much as possible. �I never told anybody this before,� he finished.
Jack pulled him close. �That�s not what I had in mind for you, I want you to know that,� he said, kissing Adam on the forehead. �I�ve done a lot of bad things in me life, but forcing me self on someone is not one of them. But I have been known to use some�persuasion.� Before he could protest Jack pulled up Adam�s shirt and sucked one of his nipples into his mouth. Adam gasped and put his hands on Jack�s shoulders to push him away, but the wily pirate held fast. Holding the nub gently between his teeth, Jack expertly flicked his tongue over it until he heard Adam moan. Adam stopped pushing him away and instead grabbed handfuls of Jack�s shirt. He twisted it between his fingers and moaned again as Jack rolled the nipple around his tongue like a grape, making Adam�s cock start to twitch with desire.
Jack let go of him and made a slow, wet trail with his tongue to Adam�s other nipple, where he continued to tease with lips and tongue. His hand wandered down Adam�s stomach to the front of his pants. He gently cupped Adam�s cock through his pants, and then rolled his palm over it, giving Adam pleasure without touching him. The lad was so hard it felt like he was going to burst right out of them.
�Jack�Jack, stop�� moaned Adam, tossing his head from side to side.
�Am I hurting you?� asked Jack.
�N-no�but if you don�t stop� I�m going to spend in my pants�� he groaned.
�Well we can�t have that now, can we?� Jack said, his voice low and sultry. He unbuckled Adam�s belts, untied his sashes and unfastened his pants. The zipper confused him until he realized it gave way if one pulled on the tiny handle. As Jack pulled the pants away from his hips Adam�s cock sprang out as if to greet him.
�Hello� what have we here?� Jack said, taking it into his hand and giving it a few gentle tugs. He was rewarded with a loud moan from Adam as little drops of fluid started to collect on the head of his cock.
Jack paused to look at him, stroking Adam�s cock slowly. Adam was trembling, both wanting and fearing what Jack was offering him. Jack wrestled with his own desire and his promise to the lad that he wouldn�t hurt him. The urge to take Adam then and there, feel his shuddering heat, watch his eyes become hazy with lust, listen to him cry out as Jack thrust against that secret place inside a man that opened the floodgates to ultimate pleasure was terribly strong�
No�not yet, Jack thought. Must hold back�I gave him my word. He reluctantly let go of Adam�s cock and distracted himself by freeing the lad of his boots and pants. Adam sat up to protest and was astonished at how quickly he was liberated from his jacket and shirt as well. Jack gently pushed Adam down onto the greatcoat, using it as a makeshift blanket. He kicked off his boots, quickly wriggled out of his shirt and breeches and straddled Adam�s thighs.
Adam�s panicky mind was screaming at him to rise up and push Jack away but he couldn�t help staring at the pirate�s body. Jack was thin but well-muscled; Adam could tell that he was stronger than he appeared. His soft brown skin, crisscrossed here and there with white scars, glowed in the firelight with radiance all its own. Adam�s eyes traced a path down Jack�s body from the strong shoulders to the dusky nipples, the firm belly, the deeply etched navel, the sparse hair underneath that flared down into a riot of dark curls surrounding Jack�s thick, erect cock. My God, this man is beautiful, he thought. A warm current of desire coursed through him, temporarily quelling his fear.
�Like what you see, hmm?� Jack purred.
�I�yes�� Adam said. Oh yes�
�This is what you�ve wanted for a long time, isn�t it?� Jack put Adam�s hands on his thighs.
Adam nodded, exploring the warm flesh. Jack sighed with pleasure when Adam stroked his inner thighs. He took Adam�s cock in his hand again and stroked it gently. �Mmm� soft hands and a hard cock,� Jack whispered, leaning forward to give Adam more access to his body.
Adam let his hands wander up Jack�s hips to his belly then faltered. �Jack, I�I want to but� it hurt so much the first time��
�I know� I know,� Jack said soothingly, running his fingers gently over Adam�s belly, �But it won�t be like that with me, I swear. You needn�t fear me, Adam�I mean you no harm. Let me show you��
Sliding off Adam�s thighs, Jack pulled them open and moved easily between them. Kneeling down, he gave the underside of Adam�s cock a long, slow lick with his tongue from the base to the tip. Adam gasped. Another long, slow lick downward and Jack was nibbling gently at the base, making Adam sob with pleasure. He popped the tip into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue, wanting to tease Adam to the limits of his passion. That�s right, Jack thought as he held down Adam�s restless hips, listening to him whimper with need. I want you to be hot�willing�and when I take you I will give you what was so cruelly withheld from you�
�Jack� Oh God Jack� please�please�� Adam panted, arching his back. Jack�s flickering tongue across the tip of his cock was driving him mad. His orgasm was just out of reach and he ached to be sucked.
�What do you want, luv?� Jack purred between licks. �Tell me what you want��
�I want�I want--� Adam moaned feverishly, his eyelids fluttering. He couldn�t focus on anything but his need for release, exactly where Jack wanted him.
Jack reached for the belt holding his effects and quickly found the pouch containing the small vial of oil by touch. Using his thumb, he effortlessly popped the cork out of the vial one-handed and dipped two fingers into it. The familiar spicy-sweet scent of the oil wafted through the air, making Jack�s cock twitch in anticipation.
�Do you want me to suck you, hmm?� Jack asked, positioning his oil-slicked fingers near Adam�s nether opening as he resumed licking the underside of Adam�s cock. �Do you? Tell me you want me to suck your lovely cock�tell me��
�Oh yes Jack�suck me�suck me hard and make me spend�please�� Adam whispered, gripping handfuls of the greatcoat underneath him.
Jack grinned wickedly. Taking about half of Adam�s member between his lips, he formed a tight seal and sucked hard. At the same time he slipped a finger into Adam�s puckered opening.
Adam�s eyes flew open and he let out a startled gasp. �Jack�ow�no�� he whimpered as he felt Jack probing him. Terrified thoughts started running wild through his mind as he tried to wriggle away: He said he wouldn�t but he�s hurting me, it�s going to happen all over again, why did I trust him�
And then Jack�s questing finger found what it was looking for�Adam�s sweet spot.
Jack laughed to himself as he watched Adam�s eyes grow to the size of dinner plates and his hips begin to shake as Jack thrust into his backside and sucked up and down his cock with an alternating rhythm. Mmm, weren�t expecting that now were you? He thought.
�What is�what is that�oh God�� moaned Adam. The discomfort had given way to intense pleasure as Jack�s finger hit the mark again and again. Jack waited until Adam started pushing back against him before he added a second finger, causing Adam to let out a series of high-pitched cries and his hips to bump up from the greatcoat. It was all too much--Jack�s mouth and his tongue and his fingers and that searing heat inside him�
Suddenly Adam raised his hips high, stiffened, and let out a long wail. Jack felt the lad�s seed spurt down his throat, warm and welcome as a draught of rum. He gradually slowed his ministrations until Adam had finished but kept his fingers firmly rooted in Adam�s backside.
�Wha�what did you do to me, Jack?� asked Adam when his head finally stopped spinning.
�Do you mean this?� Jack asked, curling his fingers inside Adam.
�Ah! YES!� cried Adam, raising his hips.
�Are you sure?� Jack asked teasingly, curling his fingers again.
�Mercy, Jack�please,� sobbed Adam. �My legs are shaking��
�This�� Jack said, curling his fingers slowly in a deliberate attempt to elicit more moans from Adam (and succeeding brilliantly), �Is your sweet spot. It is perhaps the most pleasure-inducing place on a man�s body and in my opinion, proof that the Almighty doesn�t care if we bugger each other or he would have put it somewhere much more convenient to get to. The pleasing sensation you are feeling right now should always be experienced by a man who is being well fucked by another man. Or well fingered, as the case may be�are you being well fingered, luv?�
�Oh God�� moaned Adam, tossing his head from side to side.
�I�ll take that as a �yes,�� said Jack, continuing to slowly pump his fingers in and out. �Hmm�you�ve been well sucked and well fingered, but not well fucked. And I hate to leave anything unfinished.�
�Do-don�t hurt me�please��
�I won�t lie to you, it will hurt a little at first but it will be astonishingly good if you relax and let me take care of you. And I haven�t steered you wrong yet, have I?� Jack said, smiling down at him.
�I suppose�mnnm�not�� Adam said, and made a little sound of disappointment when Jack removed his fingers.
Jack chuckled. �Now, now�good things come to those who wait�especially those waiting to come,� he said as he poured some oil into his hand. He ran his hand up and down his cock, liberally coating it with the oil. Oooh, can�t do too much more of that, he thought as he let out a little groan, or I�ll spend before I�m able to get inside him.
He grabbed the back of Adam�s thighs and pushed them back toward the lad�s shoulders. �Grab the back of your knees, luv, and take a deep breath,� Jack said as he held his cock to Adam�s opening.
Adam closed his eyes and breathed in, and as he breathed out Jack pushed forward. They both gasped as Jack�s cock punched through the ring of muscle until he was half-way inside Adam�s velvety, tight heat. Adam dug his fingers deep into his flesh, his breath hitching in his chest; the pain was not as bad as he�d anticipated but it was triggering some unwanted memories�the smell of mold and sweat-stained leather gloves and cheap aftershave�tied down, unable to move�tears and terrible agony�
�Easy, easy�deep breaths, luv�relax�� Jack groaned, half to himself and half to Adam. Even with the stretching the lad was tight as a drum, making it hard to concentrate. �Breathe in�out�in�out��
Adam took a shuddering breath at the sound of Jack�s voice. The smell of the oil and Jack grounded him and he clung to them like a lifeline as he took slow, deep breaths. You�re all right, you�re not chained up in the basement, there�s no one here to hurt you, he told himself. It�s Jack, and he�s not going to hurt you, he�s�Oh God� He felt Jack�s groin pressed up against his buttocks.
Jack paused to give Adam a chance to adjust. �There now�the hard part is over. Now it�s just a matter of�positioning�� he grunted, trying a few shallow thrusts. �Better?�
�A�a little�Ohhh!� Adam cried out as Jack tilted his hips, his cock sliding against Adam�s sweet spot as he thrust slowly in and out. �Right there�right there�yes�� he moaned.
�Now that�s what I like to hear,� growled Jack, leaning forward on his hands and pumping his hips in earnest.
Adam reached for Jack�s biceps and held them tightly, using them for leverage as he drove his hips into Jack�s thrusts. The pain had dissolved into a delightful heat that bathed his insides and his cock was diamond-hard again. �Mmmn�Jack�so good...� he sighed, arching his back. All these years�I didn�t know�what I was missing�he thought hazily.
�Aye, good�and sweet�and tight�� Jack hissed through gritted teeth as he slowed his pace. �I�I can�t last much longer,� he confessed.
�Neither can I,� gasped Adam. �Faster��
�Aye?�
�Aye, Jack�please!�
Jack threw his head back and plunged into Adam with abandon, driving him mercilessly into the greatcoat with each thrust. He looked down and saw the lad�s flushed cheeks and neck, his softly closed eyes, his parted moaning lips and went over the edge. Just as Jack felt his seed boiling out of his cock, Adam screamed and something hot and wet erupted between them. Jack shuddered and howled as Adam convulsed around him, their cries mingling together in the cold night air. With one last burst of heat, Jack collapsed on top of Adam, panting.
They lay together for several minutes, waiting for their hearts to slow and their heads to clear. Jack gently pulled out of Adam and moved away from him, causing the lad to murmur in protest. Jack smiled. �None of that now�I�m not going anywhere,� he whispered as he re-corked the oil bottle and returned it to its pouch, pulling out some clean rags at the same time. He tenderly wiped the spunk from Adam�s torso before cleaning himself up and returning to Adam�s waiting arms.
Jack looked down at Adam�s sleepy half-open eyes and his contented smile. �Now that,� he said as he nuzzled Adam�s neck, �is the look of a man who has been well fucked.�
�Funny,� said Adam, yawning, �I was about to say the same thing about you.�
Jack laughed softly and pulled the greatcoat over them. �Get some sleep luv, and in the morning I will continue your education in the delights of men.�
Adam snuggled into Jack�s warmth and soon fell fast asleep, dreaming of pirate ships and treasure.
*****
A few hours later he was awakened by Jack shaking his shoulder. "Wake up lad, there's a ship on the horizon!" Jack said, pointing towards the sea.
Adam sat up and rubbed his eyes. There was a big yellow moon hanging low in the sky, illuminating everything around them. Jack was right--there was a clipper ship not far away from the island. A light flashed from the ship. Jack pulled a coin out of his pocket and used it to reflect the firelight back to the ship. The light from the ship flashed again, closer this time.
"Good, they've seen us. Get dressed and throw some more wood on the fire!"
Presently, a pair of small lights descended down the side of the ship and began heading toward the island. Jack and Adam waited breathlessly as the lights moved closer and closer to the beach. Adam could make out a longboat with three people inside. The boat rolled in with the tide and its passengers strode up the beach towards the fire. To Adam's surprise, the group consisted of two women and one man. The man was a large fellow--well over six feet tall--and built like a wrestler. He was wearing loose pants, short boots and a short vest. In his right ear gleamed a golden hoop earring, and he wore an orange bandanna on his head. One of the women was a tiny thing, her long dark hair in braids and ribbons streaming under a tri-cornered hat decorated with an ostrich plumes. She wore a ruffled shirt with a black embroidered corset, tight black pants and long boots. The second woman was tall with flaming red hair, and she wore a black off-shoulder shirt with a purple corset, black pants and thigh-high boots. She was obviously the leader, as the others walked a pace or two behind her.
Jack smiled. "We're in luck, my boy. I know this girl. Watch me charm her out of her boots...among other things." He winked.
As the redhead drew closer, her eyes lit up. "As I live and breathe, if it isn't Captain Jack Sparrow!"
Jack opened his arms. "Hello, Spook darling."
The woman moved quickly into his arms, embracing him. "Oh Jack, how long has it been since we've seen each other?"
"Too long, my love," he murmured, kissing her neck.
"Two years too long, sweetness. Do you remember that night on Tortuga?" she whispered, her hand moving towards the front of Jack's pants.
"Oh yes, yes I do," he said, getting ready to kiss her on the mouth.
"Good." Spook grabbed Jack hard between the legs, making Adam wince in sympathy for him. "Then maybe you can tell me what you did with the money you stole from me that night, you thieving dog."
"Spook...wasn't me...someone else...must...have..." Jack sputtered, eyes bulging from his head.
"Rubbish. There was no one else there but you and I and you know it. When I woke the next morning both you and the booty were gone." She let him go. Jack doubled over, clutching his groin and moaning. "Pig. That money was for my crew and they worked damn hard to get it. I was lucky not to have a mutiny on my hands." She unsheathed her cutlass and put the blade under his chin. "I should kill you right here, but that would be too good for the likes of you. So I'm going to leave you and your friend here to rot, just as you deserve." She re-sheathed her sword.
"Captain, do we have to leave his friend?" asked the smaller woman. "He's very pretty. I'm sure that we can find some use for him aboard ship."
Spook turned her gaze to Adam. "Hmm. You're right, Mr. Hayley.� She stepped close to him and grasped his chin, turning his face from one side to the other. �Quite lovely. We could use another man on board�the crew is getting rather restless of late. Get in the boat," she said to Adam.
"No." Adam said, crossing his arms.
Spook stood toe-to-toe with Adam, her green eyes blazing. "I am the captain and I just gave you an order, sir. Now do as you're told or things will become very unpleasant for you."
"No. I won't go unless you take Jack as well," said Adam, sounding a bit braver than he felt.
"Very well then. Mr. Andre, see that this fellow gets in the boat, will you?" Spook said. Before Adam could move, the large wrestler had thrown him over his shoulder and was carrying him to the longboat. He punched and kicked the brawny sailor, but to no avail.
"Goodbye, Jack. I hope the crows peck out your eyeballs while you're dying of thirst," said Spook as she followed Andre and Hayley to the longboat.
"Wait!" called Jack. "I heard that you were looking for something. A certain jewel." Spook stopped walking, but did not turn around. "I might just know where it is," he added.
Spook turned. "You know where to find the Jaguar's Eye?"
"I do. But it's too bad that you'll never find it, seeing as you're leaving me here to die. Pity, that."
"Don't trust him, Captain," said Hayley, "it might be another one of his tricks."
"Yes I know, Mr. Hayley, but we've been chasing that jewel for months now. If Jack really does know where the Eye is, we must take him with us." She turned to Jack. "All right, get in the boat. But if you're lying to us, it's your neck. Saavy?"
***Chapter 2 coming soon!--CS***
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