TC Stark: Hello, hello! Well, I must say I have read all the Ragetti stories here and they are wonderful. But, I wanted to dip my foot into the watering hole. I must admit I've never seen the fourth movie, but have seen the first three countless amount of times. I'd consider myself quite the Pirates freak. Now, I wrote the premise to this story years ago, but never posted it because it wasn't completed. It originated with my OC and Jack. I mean who doesn't absolutely love Johnny Depp? He is my number one. But, close to him was always Ragetti. While Jack provided the bad boy persona we love, Ragetti was the cute oblivious and awkward pirate we have also learned to love. And lately this past week my love for the movies has re-awoken. I have two stories I am one chapter away from completing. As of now this is a one-shot, but if you like it I will continue. Tell me, what would you like to see? Please review and lemme know!
Disclaimer: I only own my ideas and my OC.
Life. It wasn't all it was cracked out to be. When I had blown out the flame to my lighter and made a wish, I thought I had been given a second chance. I was sixteen in a world ran by pirates. It was a different world than the one I was use to in 2006. But, it was full of adventure and Captain Jack Sparrow. The flamboyant pirate took me in and soon I fell in love. That was until he kissed me and pushed me overboard.
That was eight years ago. I can't say life has been fair. I had become a true pirate. I had stolen and fought my way to survival. I hated Jack Sparrow and never wanted to see him again. As fate would have it, I ended up on the Black Pearl again. I had met a woman named Elizabeth Swan, who informed me she was looking for Jack. The bastard's dept to Davy Jones was finally due. I suddenly found myself wanting to find him and exact my revenge.
So, we went through some interesting events that led us to Davy Jones' locker. I had nothing to say. I punched him square in the nose and walked away. There was still love in his eyes and maybe there still was in mine. I had no idea. I had become a true pirate. I accepted that there was no more TV. No more cars. No more iPod. Nothing. I would either die in battle or of a horrible disease.
Jack had tried to talk to me, but I wouldn't have it. Barbossa had told me that Jack knew of the eventual mutiny and pushed me overboard to save me. If I had stayed on the ship I would have been killed or used to fulfill lonely pirates' sexual appetites. Nice, huh? The older captain was always so honest. But, Jack had been the only one who knew who I really was. He had taken my virginity and threw me into a world I was oblivious to.
It was obvious Will and Elizabeth wanted to continue on our journey, but the pirates wanted to celebrate Jack's return. What better way then to drink as much rum as they could? I could have cared less about Jack's return, but I needed an excuse to drink and smoke rolling tobacco. When you were a pirate, those two things were an everyday ritual.
Barbossa said I was the only one Jack had ever really cared for. I doubted it. He was notorious for swooning women and I had known all along. How could someone like him love anyone other than himself? He had looked at me that night. Sorrow in his eyes. He wanted to say something and I wanted to hear none of it. What could he say? I wanted to tell him that love wasn't enough.
Why was I thinking that way? I needed a drink. I grabbed a bottle and ran to the back of the ship. Everyone was in the mess hall. I rolled a cigarette and hung my legs over the ship. I remember the first time I had looked over to the water. Jack had asked me what I thought and I told him I thought the ocean was beautiful.
"Not the ocean. Me, love."
I shuddered at the memory. Suddenly, there was a noise behind me. Turning, I had to smile. If there were two I could always rely on to make me laugh, it was Pintel and Ragetti. Pintel may have been a little brash and I'm sure I scared Ragetti a little, but I had warmed up to them. After all, they are the few that was left of Jack's original crew.
The one eyed pirate must have noticed me, since he stopped and dropped his drunk friend. Pintel stirred a little, but he was passed out. Ragetti's lips twitched into a smile, "Evening, Miss 'Art."
"Claire." I corrected. My last name was Hart. I had become so accustomed to the way they spoke. Sometimes, I forgot I had been born in 1990 in America, "We were all mates at one time, remember?" I smiled weakly, looking down at the "P" Jack carved into my wrist. It was under my identical sparrow tattoo. I had gotten it in my time, but it looked just like his.
"Yes, Cla'," Ragetti nodded, while stepping towards me. I didn't mind his mispronunciation of my name, "Why ye not be inside?"
I glared, "You know why," He gulped, "Sorry. Why aren't you?"
He took the cigarette I offered, as I drank more rum, "Takin' Pin to his quartas."
Taking a look at Pintel's sleeping body, I pointed out, "Doesn't look like that's working out too well."
"No." He chuckled.
It was silent momentarily, before I spoke, "May I ask you something, Ragetti?"
"Anythin'."
Ragetti passed the cigarette back to me, as I asked, "Barbossa says if I were on the ship after you all mutinied Jack...I would have become an object of everyone's desires."
"Excuse me?"
I weakly smiled, "Would you have been one to rape me?"
It was obvious my question caught the pirate off guard. Both his real and fake eyes looked at me, while blinking a few times. He was trying to come up with an answer. I needed to know if Jack's reason for throwing me overboard was valid, "I...I...I's wan' te say yes...bu' I's wan' te say no."
"Why yes?"
His eyes shifted to the ground for a moment, as he took a deep breath. Then he looked up. He was still nervous, "Well...yes because...well, Miss Cla', I don'...I don' lay wit a woman offen. Tis lonely abroad a ship."
I took his words in. Ragetti may have been a nice man, but he was a pirate. They spent months on end with other men and unless they were willing to fuck each other, they'd have to help themselves. Jack was the only thing protecting me from the lustful men. Even Elizabeth could have easily fallen victim without Will.
"And why no?"
"It's wrong, miss," It wasn't often a pirate knew right from wrong. I certainly didn't anymore. I had stolen and killed. No dresses. Pants, baggy blouses, vests, and boots. Tattoos, smoking, and drinking. But, rumors were that Ragetti had become religious after becoming mortal, "The only way a lady like you would...lay wit me...if I forced her. Tis not right."
Frowning, I pulled another cigarette out and struck a match, "Why do you say that?"
At this he laughed, "Oy, Miss Cla', you 'ave two eyes. Just look."
Ragetti gave a sheepish smile and shrug, as if he were okay with it. After that he said he was going to take Pintel to his room and then go to bed. His words rang through my mind. Jack may have been an insanely attractive man, but like all pirates he hardly showered and drank like a fish. How could any one have that low of self esteem?
Th thought of Jack angered me. I remembered the nights we made love and I yearned for that type of affection. While I had briefly been a prostitute, it had all been for money. It had been eight years since I had been with a man who actually cared. Wait, no...Jack hadn't cared. No. I was just another notch on his belt.
Growling, I flicked away my cigarette and stood up. Fucking Jack, I should have been smart enough. Smart enough to not fall for him. Everyone had told me that I should give him a second chance. That he loved me. How could I? How could I care so much for a man like Captain Jack Sparrow?
I was walking. I wasn't entirely sure as to where, until I was knocking on a door. Ragetti looked shocked. He was also shirtless and his pants hung loose from his body. I wondered why he was so skinny, when Pintel was so large.
"Ello, Miss Cla'," He looked confused, "Somethin' wron'?"
Shaking my head, I asked, "May I come in?"
He nodded and soon I was in his quarters. We were silent, before he spoke, "He love you, Miss Cla'. Don' be forgettin' tha' I was on the ship eight years ago."
I frowned, "I don't want to talk about that."
"Sorry."
I shook my head. Again we fell into silence. Eventually he sat on his bed and rolled a cigarette. He offered me a pull, but I didn't take it. My body felt stiff. Empty almost. I was meant for so much more. I had been in school before all of this. In 2006 I had a loving family and a promising future. What did I have here?
With Ragetti's eyes upon me, I began to undress. First my black vest. Then my old worn out boots. I had a loose white blouse on and a pair of high rise black shorts. I may be a pirate, but I still held onto my time's fashion sense and I bathed. I didn't want my long black hair to have grime on it. And I didn't want my thin pale frame to be dirty.
With a gulp, I began to undo my blouse. Ragetti blinked and asked, "M-Miss Cla', what ye be doing?"
But, I didn't answer him. I only continued to undo the buttons, until the material fell off me. When I was in 2006, I was a good 140 lbs. I was 5'6" and the weight looked good on me, since I worked out. Since living in this world, I'd say I dropped twenty pounds. My body frame still allowed for nice hips, a flat stomach, and a good chest, but my behind and breasts did shrink a little. That's what happens when you were tortured and starved. But, bad health was common amongst pirates and I doubted Ragetti was shocked.
Though, he may have been a little by the scars that decorated my body. The one of my hip must have intrigued him, "Wh-Wha' 'appened?"
Reaching down, I touched the patch of scar tissue. I should have shuddered coldly, but I rather explained calmly, "I was stabbed by a pirate, who I stole from. I then slit his throat." This was the life Jack threw me into.
He seemed unfazed. He was a pirate and they had all done it. But, he was still shocked as I removed my bra. His breath got caught in the back of his throat. Soon, I removed my bottoms and stood naked in front of him. He looked curious. Men shaved their faces with knives, so after years I learned to do the same thing. Only what I shaved were my legs, under arms, and private parts. That was what I was use to.
And there I was. Why I had decided to strip in front of him, I don't know. I supposed there really wasn't any reason. Why did countless girls strip for frat boys at parties? They felt like it and so did I. We stared at each other; the cigarette in his fingers still burning. Calmly, I picked up the object and placed it within my lips. With one hand on my side, the other held the cigarette in place. After taking a pull, I slowly blew out.
Ragetti then slowly stood up. He was unsure of what to do. I was unsure. His one good eye guided down my body, as he took in a gulp. He was gazing upon every curve. Every piece of skin. Every scar and every tattoo. There was a large reddened gash across the right side of my ribcage, under my breast. It was a scar I had gotten during battle a few years back.
Then I let out a shudder, as his boney fingers gently touched the scar. So tenderly. The tips ran along it, almost afraid to push any further. Our eyes then connected, as his hand palmed my ribs. The feel of his hand was one I didn't expect. Most pirates had very calloused hands. Even Jack's were extremely rough. Not his. Although they were the hands of pirates, they weren't so rough. I would say I welcomed the feel of his skin.
As his hand continue to roam my scars, he looked in my eyes, "Yer beautiful."
That's all I needed to hear. Without hesitation, I pressed my body against his. With our lips inches apart, his arms wrapped around my waist and pushed down. Like any pirate, his lips tasted like rum. Sweet rum, along with soft lips. I was surprised. I tilted my head and soon he pressed down more. Suddenly, I wanted more. While wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I flicked my tongue against the bottom of his lips to let him know it was okay.
That was all he needed, to open my mouth with his tongue. Again I tasted rum. Our mouths opened and closed, to taste each others tongues. With our lips in a tango, Ragetti's hands moved more confidently. His left hand cupped my breast, my nipple in the palm. It sent a burning desire throughout my body, as I gripped at his hair.
As my body pressed forward, his backed away until he sat on the edge of the bed. Our lips never left the others, as I gently straddled my legs around his waist. His hands ran down my back, as I pushed him down. Our bare chests pressed against each other. To my surprise, his left arm cupped under my buttocks while the other leaned on its elbow and his body gently flipped mine over.
My void burned, as his hand slid down my inner leg and parted them. My hands ran up his bare chest. He had his fair share of scars as well. I held his neck, while further kissing him. I was yearning for his touch, a burning deep within the pit of my stomach. I couldn't help, but moan as his fingers touched my wet sex. It must have alerted him, since no sooner afterward did he pull back.
With his fingers gently flaying with my wet folds, he asked in a whisper, "Does...do ye like tha'?"
His thumb hit my clit and I jumped in arousal, "Oh, yes."
Our lips touched again, though only momentarily. His lips then traveled down to my chest, placing kisses along the mounds. His tongue flicked against my nipple, causing me to moan again. My eyes watched, as his lips crawled down until it met my sex. As his tongue ran up my opening, I shuddered. My arms hung above my head, as I wondered how he had become so good at eating out. Men in this era really didn't know about oral sex. Ragetti must have been an adventurous one.
As his mouth devoured my void, my toes began to curl. He was playing with my lips so tenderly. So lovingly. How could he be so gentle and yet make it almost impossible to bear? My back arched and my body twitched, as pleasure shuddered throughout me. I didn't want anyone to hear my moans, but it was hard to keep my mouth shut.
Not being able to take anymore torture, I pulled him up. Not caring the taste of my own private parts, I smashed my lips against his. As our lips danced once more, I reached and pulled his member from his pants. He pulled back and sat up on his knees. He was looking nervously down at himself. Like all men in this era, he was unshaven and uncircumcised. But, I had to admit that he was well endowed.
Looking into his eyes, I propped myself up on my elbows and asked, "Are you alright?"
Ragetti hesitantly took his hardened staff in his hand, as if it had been a while since he were in this position. His eyes flicked towards mine and he asked, "A-Are ye sure? I'm...I'm not Cap'n Jack."
"You don't need to be. I'm in bed with you, Ragetti."
This seemed to put a smile on his face. His confidence up. As well as his erection. Leaning down to once more take my lips, he picked up a leg and eased himself into me. My own breath was caught in the back of my throat, trying to get use to his size. I had only been a prostitute for a short period of time and it wasn't at a brothel or anything. I only used my body to get my way. But, that was years ago and I don't allow myself to be with men. So, its been a while.
As my wet walls stretched around him, I felt his own body shudder. It had been a while for him too and he needed to get use to the sensation. His arms held me, as his hips began rolling. I felt his hard organ slip in and out of me, the repetition chaotic. My head spun every time his tip hit my cervix, sending pangs of both pleasure and pain through me.
My arms crawled around his back, needing to feel him closer to me. Kissing him deeper, I moved my body on top of his. The look on his face as I stood up was cute, as if he missed my lips. With a small smirk, I sat up and began to ride him. The new angle in which he was inside me sent both of us over the edge.
It wasn't until his fingers reached out and began playing with my clitoris that I was really sent into chaos. The pressure was building inside of me, as I held my hair and continued to move my hips. His thumb moved in circles around my most sensitive area, as I gripped behind at his thighs. My motions were becoming sloppy and I knew I was close. After another moment, my body shook with an orgasm.
Ragetti must have seen this, as he flipped me over and finished himself. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out and released himself. He looked weary. Exhausted. And probably a little shocked still. I watched as he touched his still throbbing member; his juices still seeping out. I too needed to touch myself, though retracted soon afterwords I was still so sensitive.
Noticing the juices on my stomach, he breathed, "S-Sorry."
"Don't be," I gasped, while sitting up, "That was amazing."
He smiled warmly. His naked body soon laid down on the bed, as I stood to get the rolling tobacco. As I began to roll, he spoke softly, "W-Will...will ye spen' tha night?"
I turned around and looked at him incredulously. He was looking so innocently and almost intimidated. Frowning, I eased down next to him, "Of course. I know...this was all sudden."
"Its okay. I liked it."
It was nice, being in the arms of such a nice person. After we shared a cigarette, we soon fell asleep. After all, we were both drunk and exhausted. I awoke the next morning with my naked back pressed against his chest. His arms around me. Ragetti had stayed there that night. I knew it was his room, but after eight years I didn't know what it was like to feel that sort of affection.
As I began to stir, so did he. My head was pounding. After eight years I had gotten use to a practically all rum diet. But, last night I had been gluttonous. Holding my forehead, I slowly turned around to look upon Ragetti. He had the look on his face that one normally had the night after drunken sex. It was that of question. Did I regret it?
Wanting to ease his worried head, I reached over and touched his cheek, "I don't regret it."
He smiled gently, while taking hold of my hand with his, "Fank ye, Miss Cla'."
His hand reached around my head and pulled me in, so we could share a good morning kiss. I knew this would be the time others would be waking up and I didn't know if I really wanted anyone finding out of our affair just yet. I wasn't properly sure how I felt just yet. It was a night of impulse that I had enjoyed greatly. Ragetti was a man so different from others in his era. A gentleman. And I still had love for Jack. Hadn't I?
Explaining the waking up situation, he understood and we both dressed. I would have to figure out myself some other time. As I walked across the ship to my room, a voice stopped me, "I won't have ye walking away."
I knew that voice. Clenching my fists, I turned and narrowed my eyes, "Get away, Jack."