Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, but that doesn't stop me...

Author's note: As if you all don't know, by now, Will and Elizabeth sail with Jack in Pirate Cat's Universe...

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Now and then, there were cold nights in the Caribbean... even as the trade winds blew warm most times, there was a night or two during the winter months that brought a chill to the captain's cabin that very few things could warm completely... sometimes he felt as if he would never lose the chills that would over come him...

Tonight was decidedly not one of those nights. As the cold wind blew outside, rattling the glass in the tall windows, Captain Jack Sparrow was basking in the warmth of a soft touch... the candles were glowing, making dancing shadows against the rich walls of this small sanctuary aboard the mighty Black Pearl, and he was laying on his bunk, his eyes half closed in pleasure...

She had known how to please him since they were children ... his auburn haired lassie... his oldest friend, playmate, and deepest confidente... the only one who knew exactly how to shelter him against the coldness of the world... he had sailed the Seven Seas several times in his lifetime, taking in all of life's pleasures and pains, experiencing its most basic of exotic decadence, as well as all of the most excrutiating of pain, but tonight, it was his lassie's talents that were providing him with all of the love and comfort that he would ever need.

He loved her, oh yes, he did... with all of his black pirate heart. She was his, and he was hers... there was no one like her, for all that she knew about him, and he had returned to her with gifts from all around the world, year after year, for solace and love, for good food and for good fun. She was very much a pirate at heart, not one to shy away from adversity, and not one to mince words when they were needed. Ahhhh, his girl...

But tonight, as the chill wind filled the black sails above all of their heads, he was partaking in a guilty pleasure that only she could give to one certain part of his body... he was being caressed, softly. He even doubted that Elizabeth Turner, the ship's quartemaster second mate, could please her husband, William, in the very same way, in their snug cabin across the main deck from the captain's... no, he thought, no one could please like his lassie...

"Cap'n..." a soft knock came at the door, as Gibb's voice shook Jack from his dreamy reverie, "... your turn t' relieve Will from th' helm, sir..."

Sighing deeply, Jack said, "Alright... I'm on me way..." Sitting up unwillingly in his bunk, he stretched, and took a pull from a bottle of rum, still savouring the tingling sensation that his lassie had lavished upon him... smiling sensually, he pulled on his boots... but not before he looked at his feet ...

For his lassie was far away, in Ireland. But she had tucked a surprise in the parcel of wild plum jam and other small items that she had sent along with him at his last departure... a surprise that she had made just for him...

Aye... she knew how to warm him in so many ways... and he smiled down at the thick, soft, warm, handknitted lamb's wool stockings that were warming his wiggling toes... the source of his fuzzy happiness upon this cold night. He chuckled to himself that he could find such warmth in something so simple...

No one else on the Pearl had brand new stockings from their lass, tonight, he was certain... no indeed, he said to himself, as he put on his hat, and strutted upward to the quarterdeck, with handmade love adorning his chilled feet...

Ahhhh, he sighed... the pleasure!

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