Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Small Morals
A/N: This started out with me wanting to write a nice juicy fic about what happened on the island that Disney couldn't show. But I went online, and after seeing many fics of the same kind, I rewrote my entire idea into something different. This chapter features the island, but it's only one chapter out of probably 6 or so. It's short right now, but later chapters WILL be longer. Heehee, little pun.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the idea.
Warnings: Jack/Elizabeth this chapter, rating for language and adult situations. Major OOC for Miss Swan, but she's super drunk and doesn't care, minor OOC for Jack, cause he proved he did have morals, albeit very small ones, in the film, and no, I'm not poking fun at his manhood there. Seriously.
Chapter One: Not Another Island Fic
"Mr. Sparrow, I don't think I've had enough rum to hear such talk."
He smiled at me wolfishly, gold teeth sparkling in the firelight. "Then by all means, drink some more luv, but," He shrugged his shoulders, moving away from me. "What?" He stood up and moved towards the previously hidden storage room. "But nothing, I want some more." "Tell me." I said insistently. He just waved my order aside, reaching the trapdoor. I must admit that he does look roguishly handsome, for a pirate that is. His backside looked almost as good as his front. I realized where my thoughts were headed, and tried to conjure up images of Will. That bolstered my confidence, and I stalked after my companion on this godforsaken island. "Mr. Sparrow, I do hope you realize that," He held up a hand to silence me. I stopped a foot away from him, now furious. "I will not be silenced so easily without my due and rightful answer. And furthermore-" My sentence was cut off by a pair of lips descending onto mine. I was shocked into a stupor. It felt like forever, but in reality it only lasted a second. He pulled away suddenly, seemingly waiting for something. "Furthermore, I will not be silenced like some lady at the docks. Why in the nine hells did you do that?" He looked at me in amusement, but also a bit of sadness? "I thought it would keep you quiet, but one can't have everything." "Mr. Sparrow," he grimaced. "Please luv, it's CAPTAIN Sparrow. Mr. Sparrow sound to respectable to me. I'm not your Commodore Norrington now. Or even call me Jack, Savvy? How many times do I have to tell you now?" "At least once more, as always Mr. Sparrow." Okay, so I'm kinda drunk and Will's often said phrase isn't exactly how I said it, but it's close enough for me right now. He threw his hands up in the air with a cry of "Women!" He turned to get more drinks, but found he couldn't go very far. His head whipped around to see me with a fistful of his shirt. His mouth opened to say something, but I spoke first. "Jack"
"Jack" she breathed softly. I opened my mouth to say yes, but she surprised me. Her soft lips attacked mine hungrily. While I was still in a state of shock, her tongue delved into my open mouth, stroking the inside. While this was happening, I faintly registered her smooth white hands under my shirt, splayed out against my chest. She broke off the kiss to breathe, rubbing her body against mine suggestively. "Jack," she moaned. "Please." Her plea for help tugged at my heart strings. Among other things. It might shock you to hear I have a heart, but I do. And a small set of morals. I wasn't about to just fuck the daughter of Port Royal's governor, drunk or not. Next time they caught me, they'd just shoot me in the back instead of a proper hanging. I forcibly removed her hands and walked towards the shoreline to sit alone. "Jack?" Or try to be alone. "What is it now?" She hugged me from behind, hands stroking my chest and moving downwards, her young and untried body insistently pressing into mine. Is it her goal to piss me off tonight? I sighed. She might hate me for this, but it's for her own good. I pulled her hands off of me, turning around to face her. She smiled, probably thinking I was gonna do what she wants. My lips crushed hers, my tongue forcing entry into her warm, hot mouth. My hands, which had been holding her head, slid down and around to roughly cup her breasts. I pushed her down into the sand, straddling her thighs, grinding my hardened cock against her none too gently. When she began to struggle against me, my hands moved to her shoulders to keep her down as I stopped kissing her. "Is this what you want? For me to just fuck you mindlessly, without feeling or emotion except unbridled lust? For me to take away your whole future because you're drunk? Is that what you want?" "No, I," "I thought so." "Jack, I didn't want that, I wanted," "You're drunk" I said harshly, trying to drill it into her." Goddamned morals. I wish they were as physical like others so you could just shoot them and be done with it. "Now leave me alone ."
"Now leave me alone." The words were icy, and turned me just as cold. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to sleep." He retreated to a safe distance, and promptly fell into slumber. "I wanted you." I whispered to no one. I moved over to sit and stare into the fire. Around dawn, I gazed up at the heavens above with a heartfelt plea, when I realized that the smoke sends a clear sign into the clear sky. When the sun is higher, and the last vestiges of night burned away, you could probably see a larger signal for miles. With that idea in mind, I headed toward the pit in the sand.
From a dreamless sleep, I woke up to the smell of burning wood. 'How nice,' I thought. 'She's keeping the fire going.' Then another smell trickled into my nose. The smell of burning rum. "What in the name of-" I ran over to her, to stop this new sacrilege of hers.
So that's it for this chapter, Will/Elizabeth next chapter, but not for long. Call out for all, I need a whore for chapters three and four, I'll explain in more detail later, but it's Will/whore. Email me if you want to try, I'll mail you back with specifics. As always, please leave a review, a flame, I accept all forms of feedback and major credit cards. J/K.
