A/N: Hello. This is my first attempt at Pirates of the Carribean fanfic, I'd love your opinions. Oh, and this also hasn't been beta read, so it's a bit rough. If anyone would like to, just email me from my author page.
Disclaimer: If I owned Pirates of the Carribean, then I'd be as rich as Jerry Bruckheimer. I bet that's nice.
To Act on Selfish Impulse
Bloody pirates.
Or rather, bloody pirate.
Pirates in general drive her abso-bloody-lutely mad. But only one pirate makes hot blood rush throughout her body from her head to the tips of her neat and unfortunately dainty toes.
Captain Jack Sparrow.
Just the name, spoken aloud, makes her want him from the very depths of her soul. His dark eyes, never-ending tunnels which she has threatened to fall into time and time again, make her heart beat so loudly she fears that he will hear and then know her very thoughts and feelings for him. She wants to know the mystery that is Jack Sparrow. What goes on inside that brilliant mind of his? She wants to know him in every way, to know everything about him.
That day, when they are talking about persuasion, they end up so close that she fears that she will go insane with it all. She breathes him in; he smells of sweat, rum, and the salty sea air.
She wants to kiss him senseless so very badly; she knows he wants to do the same, yet she isn't surprised when he doesn't.
Because he is a good man.
Because she is engaged to the sweetest, kindest, most loyal and wonderful man in the entire world.
She loves Will Turner, she really does. His love for her is obvious, and she would not expect anything less from such an amazing man, with his heart on his sleeve. He is so good, so right.
So safe.
Jack Sparrow offers adventure, freedom, heat, and passion.
Will Turner can only offer a safe and humble home in Port Royale as a blacksmith.
But Jack's past is changing everything, and in the end, when she has realized that Davy Jones' curse, the Kraken, is after him and him alone, she knows what she has to do in order for everyone else to survive.
So in the end, she corners him and handcuffs him to the Pearl, but not before allowing herself the selfish impulse and kissing him with all of the desire, lust, fear, and want she has for him. He tastes exotic: of rum, fruit, and adventure. Afterwards, he can only smile that insufferable, yet intoxicating grin of his and call her a pirate, his black eyes knowing.
Jack Sparrow was – no, is – a good man.
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