Wanted
Summary- Anamaria wants Jack in the worst possible way… Full summary withheld temporarily.
A/N- Okay… I'm kind of nervous to see how ya'll are going to respond to this…it's really different, for me. If you want me to make this into a longer story, tell me. Otherwise I'll leave it alone. If it does become longer, I won't be updating very often because I have another story, "Curse of the Sparrows" running right now, and that one will take priority.
And, I know I spelled "pirate" "Pyrate" the spelling, and the weird capitalization was how they did it then.
Imagine my surprise when I turned around today and saw Jack Sparrow looking at me! My breath caught, and I felt myself break out in sweat, although that may have been more to do with the weather. My only coherent thought was- "What the hell is he doing here?"
It wasn't really him, of course. He hasn't been back to Tortuga since he stole my boat, the bastard. Well, I guess you really can't count it as stealing, per say. Not when he left a purse of gold and a note behind. But he still didn't ask, and that makes it theft! The next time I see him I'll slap him so hard his head will spin right back around!
No, it wasn't really him I saw. It was a wanted poster.
WANTED, it said in huge bold letters. Slightly smaller beneath it was: Dead or Alive. Interesting. Now the Navy would take him dead, as well? This was a new development. Jack Sparrow, Pyrate, it read next, and I grinned in spite of myself. I could almost hear his exasperated voice correcting them, "Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow."
Below all that was the picture, which I shall get to presently. Below the picture it said Wanted for Pyracy, Looting, Impersonating a member of the Royal Navy, Impersonating a member of the Clergy, Robbery, Theft, et cetera. Impersonating a clergyman? That was a story I wanted to hear.
Next, they took out the big guns, so to speak. In large letters it said REWARD: 20,000 pounds! My jaw dropped. 20,000! Unbelievable! Especially for the Navy, who were so highly strung. Very tight with money, or so I heard.
About the picture… it was well drawn. It was clear that the artist had actually seen Jack, and taken a good look at him too. The details seemed accurate, too, which was rare. The bandanna was drawn accurately, and the beads in his hair. His face was a bit odd looking, but only because it looked… clean. I wasn't used to seeing it that way. It was drawn right, though. Every detail was there, his mustache, his beard… and his eyes.
They were the thing that struck me about him when we met. Deep and chocolate brown, they seemed to read my very soul. And, as I had looked at him, and talked with him, I found myself wondering what it would be like for those eyes to be darkened with lust, what it would be like to feel him thrust deep inside me, to feel the weight of his body upon mine… I wanted to hear him call my name as he climaxed, I wanted him to touch the most intimate parts of my body… and I wanted to fall asleep in his arms when we were through.
I didn't even like him that much. He had made a number of cheap passes at me, and he had taken my ship. He was just another pirate. I was one myself, no naïve girl dreaming of a life of romance. I knew what was what in the world, and I didn't need a man in my life. I didn't need him.
But he fascinated me. I wanted him in a deep, primeval way, a way that only a woman could want a man.
I had met him three weeks ago. I had known him three days before he took off with my ship, and I had only spent a few hours with him on each day.
So why was I in love with him?
Wow… I've never written anything quite like that before. I started off aiming in a different direction; I'll admit it sort of got away from me… at first I typed "got away with me", maybe that's more accurate. Anyway, did you like it? I hope so. Please review and tell me what you think, and if you want it to be continued.
