Captain Jack Sparrow grumbled as he made his way off the deck to his cabin, Gibbs had been complaining all day that the Captain didn't sleep last night and needed an early night; let's see Gibbs getting sleep when the minute you laid your head down you dreamed of women doing all sorts of things to you, you'd wake up exhausted with your bed sheets tangled around you and a certain part of your body hurting. At least if he didn't go to sleep he didn't have those dreams. It was embarrassing, even the rum he drank in vast quantities didn't help. Calypso was tormenting him he was sure.

Tonight she was waiting on his bed. He wasn't even asleep this time.

'Come to me Jack...'

He growled low in his throat; Sea Nymphs, she was sending him sea nymphs; torture, that's what it was, absolute bloody torture; worse than the Locker.

'Don't you want me?'

She was against him, every delectable inch of her; every delectable, naked, inch of her.

"More rum!" Jack hurried out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

When he came back she was still there, this time straddling his chair.

He swallowed the mouthful of rum hurriedly, the harsh burn not doing anything to help him.

She stood up and swung her leg over the back of the chair, pressing her body against his she steered him towards his four poster bed. He falls onto the bed as she climbs on top of him. She then takes his bottle of rum from him, pouring the alcohol onto the tip of her head; Jack swallows hurriedly as it trickles down across her breasts.

'You love your rum do you not Jack Sparrow?' she smiles seductively at him, 'why don't you lick it off Jack Sparrow?'

He feels himself tightening as he leans forward, he watches as her breasts do the same while he licks his rum off her, from her navel up, not missing a drop.

This time it's her that moan's, he slips his hands around her waist and grabs her ass, squeezing while he lightly bites her nipples.

She pushes him to the bed and undoes his belts. He reaches behind her head and kisses her roughly. She puts her hand down along the band of his pants, running her fingers along the end of his shirt she roughly pushes it up.

She kisses each of his scars and tattoos, then bites hard on his nipple. He yelps and pulls her mouth back down to his.

She takes the sash from around his waist and ties his hands to the head of his bed. Then wriggles down along his body, deliberately rubbing her ass against where he is hard.

He bites his lip so he doesn't moan again.

She slides off the bed and slips off his shoes, then rips down his pants.

This time he does moan as the fabric slides off and frees him.

She moves back up, kissing along the inside of his ankle, his calf, his thigh... Then she takes him in her mouth, sucking, rubbing her tongue along the tip.

He pushes himself further in her mouth. She looks up at him and smiles as she yet again moves up him, kissing along his chest, across his throat...

'Do you want me Jack Sparrow?' she whispers in his ear, her hot breath caressing his ear.

He moans again then nods.

She wraps her fingers around him and bites into his shoulder, he can feel her making him bigger, then he starts to let go. She stops.

Jack moans as he rolls over, waking up.

He can feel the sheets on his bed squashing him, tight and hot.

'Damn it Calypso!' He growls when he finally frees himself from the constraints.

Its then he notices even his sash tied across the head board, his bottle of rum at the bottom of his bed and the silver shell on his desk.