A/N: I'm so excited to have completed one part of this story and even more excited to continue the next part! I hope I haven't scared anyone away and that I continue to give you all a good read:) Entangled Hearts takes place 5 years after Signatures of a Union. Well I'll let the story explain itself! Enjoy! Adult content ahead!
Disclaimer: Don't own anything…grrrrr!
Chapter 1
The true blue Caribbean atmosphere had slowly begun to dim. As the sun prepared to disappear into the horizon, the cloudless sky radiantly glowed with the orange and golden colors that usually accompanied the sunset's celestial beauty. The sun's dwindling brilliance reflected on the ocean's wavering surface. The sound of the water crashing against the hull of the ship was soothing, and the feeling of the ocean spray against his face was refreshing. Standing at the helm of his beloved Pearl, Jack took in the alluring seascape until the last remaining rays of light faded away.
Below him little flickers of light began to appear on both sides of the ship, illuminating the deck. Mr. Gibbs came up the stairs, lit a couple of lamps before joining Jack at the helm. "Ye all right Cap'n?"
A moment of silence filled the air before Jack answered, still looking ahead, "For now. I'll feel much more better once we've reached Tortuga."
Gibbs eyed him. He could tell that Jack had not been sleeping well, if at all. Something was picking away at Jack, eating him up from the inside causing him many sleepless nights. The white in his eyes had turned red, and he often appeared drowsy and worn. Gibbs wasn't positive but he felt like he had a pretty good idea of what that 'something' that torments him so was. He put a hand on Jack's shoulder, "Ye should go try n git some rest Cap'n, ye've been at the helm all day."
Jack turned to look at his first mate expressionless, "Really? Tell me Mr. Gibbs, who better than I can get us to Tortuga faster?"
"Naught a soul but yer own." Gibbs replied knowingly.
Jack's left lip curled slightly into a smirk but then it quickly faded as he faced forward again, "Besides, sleep is a virtue I've not been able to master as of late," he said confirming Gibb's suspicions.
"Well then ye should at least have a lie down to rest yer body. Ye must be drained with the heat of the sun 'n' all," Gibbs felt a wind flutter through his shit, "and winds be pickin' up Cap'n, to our advantage too! I'm sure we'll make a satisfactory time to Tortuga."
"Drained? Mr. Gibbs," Jack asked assertively. Gibbs rolled his eyes at Jack's back wishing he had kept quiet. "I've been a Captain for a score of years. I can man the wheel for days on end. Me whole life I've navigated and been exposed to the HEAT of the Caribbean sun. I think I've grown quite accustom to it and so I assure you, I am not tiered nor am I drained! Savvy?" Jack annunciated every word so that his point was made clear.
Gibbs sighed in defeat, "Aye Cap'n." He stood there a moment waiting to see if Jack had anything else to say.
As Jack stood there standing proud he felt a little lightheaded and realized that maybe a lie down and a bottle of rum wasn't such a bad idea. The winds, as Gibbs had mentioned, were picking up to their advantage. So if he left the helm for a couple of hours they wouldn't really loose too much time.
When Gibbs didn't hear Jack speak another word, Gibbs turned on his heel and began walking away. Jack's attention diverted back to Gibbs and quickly blurted out, "er…Mr. Gibbs," Gibbs stopped and looked back at Jack as he continued, "since I know yer only looking out for the best interests in yer Captain, I will forgive your banter, and I will take you up on yer offer to man the wheel. A little rest could never harm a soul! Right?"…. "Right!" he answered his own question, briefly leaving the helms side, to lead a baffled Gibbs back to it. "As for the promise of satisfactory time, we'll just see about that!!" Jack exclaimed sarcastically as he turned and walked down the stairs, disappearing into his cabin.
Once in his cabin Jack removed his coat and hat and placed them on his desk. He walked to an antique armoire stationed in the back of the cabin and opened it, revealing his own private stash of rum. The sides of his lips curled up into a smile, "'Ello!" he said reaching for a bottle then closing the armoire.
He made his way over to his bed, "and now for me lie down!" taking a swig from the bottle he allowed himself to fall back onto his bed. Feeling the soft velvety blankets underneath him, he found that he really was surprisingly tiered.
Jack closed his eyes, and his breathing began to steady itself. The subtle rocking of the Pearl served as comfort to Jack causing him to slowly drift away into a deep slumber of darkness…
Echo's of laughter fill the dark night sky with a slow burning fire being the only source of light. There is not a presence of a fiddle, or a guitar or an accordion, yet the island is filled with music. A bittersweet drink quenches the thirst of the islands occupants as it also brings out their inner most desires. Two bodies that yearn for the ocean, make the most of being marooned on a deserted island by dancing, singing, and mingling around the fire, enjoying each other's company. Both glad that they are not alone.
"Oh Jack, it must be terrible for you to be trapped on this island."
A shiver crept up his spine as her hot breath caressed his supersensitive ear, "Well the company is infinitely better than last time."
A wondering hand explored the supple curves of the beautiful femme fatale sitting dangerously near him. His other hand softly traced her jaw line sending waves of pleasure through out the woman's body. Her hand finds its way underneath his shirt and her fingers explore his smooth, hard rock chest at a torturously slow speed. The sensation of her touch deepens his breath. She wraps her other hand around the back of his neck and draws him closer to her. Their lips brushing, their breaths intensifying, their eyes profuse with desire, "Elizabeth…" her name escapes his lips in a soft gentle whisper, enough for her to hear the hunger in his voice. She closes the distance between their lips and they hungrily ravish each others mouths. Moans escape their throats as their heat continues to build. Elizabeth pulls away for air, while Jack trails her neck with his tongue and kisses. With one strong movement he grabs Elizabeth by her hips and sits her on top of him, she wraps her legs around his waist. His hands slide up her outer thighs lifting her skirt in the process. His hands stop at her buttock and he gives her a firm squeeze. Elizabeth hisses through her teeth, as their lips meet once again. His hands find the lacing on the neckline of Elizabeth's under garment and rips the material exposing her chest. Elizabeth throws her head back as Jack sucks on her breasts. Another wave of pleasure washes over her at the sensation of his tongue passing over her tender nipples. Gently, she pulled Jack's hair down, so that his gaze looked up to meet hers. Her eyes grew dark, and a wicked smile spread across her face. Lowering her mouth to his she teases him with her tongue, "Jack…," she moves her lips to his ear and brushes them against it, "It would've never worked out between us." A sudden pain shoots through Jack's body as Elizabeth plunged a knife into his heart.
Jack woke gasping for air, fear in his eyes and a pain in his heart. A hand shot up to his heart, and quickly examined the area, "no knife," he sighed in relief. He quickly glanced over the room and realized he was in his cabin. As reality began to settle in he began trying to gain control of his breathing, burying his face into his hands, "Oh bloody hell!" he said through clenched teeth. Frustrated he searched the floor next to the bed. Finding what he was looking for he picked up the bottle of rum and pulled back a drink allowing the burning sensation of the rum relax his muscles. Jack leaned back onto his bed, refusing to close his eyes for fear of falling asleep. For every time he closed his eyes, Elizabeth was there haunting his dreams.
