Amour Pour La Mer
A/N: Lavinia's mine everything else belongs to the disgustingly rich people who are very obviously not me
Full Summary: Lavinia James is a respectable well-brought up lady whose life is turned upside down when pirates attack her small coastal town resulting in her being kidnapped and taken aboard the Black Pearl to live. Her original hate for Jack Sparrow slowly becomes respect for his honest love for the ocean and life upon it. This steadily grows to something more as the months they spend on the open sea with only the crew for company push them further together. Will their very different lives pull them apart or can a love as pure as that for something such as the ocean keep them whole together.
Pairing/s: Jack Sparrow and OC
Rating: M – occasional language and eventual sex scenes
Chapter One - First Impressions 'Lonely The Seabird Lies At Her Rest' - Yeats
Lonely the seabird lies at her rest,
Blown like a down-blenched parcel of spray
Upon the wind, or follows her prey
Under a great wave's hollowing crest
"Lavinia? Lavinia! Curse that wretched girl."
Lavinia rolled her eyes and cocked her head slightly to one side so she could hear the speed of the approaching footsteps getting closer. Silently closing the huge thick book bound in red leather that was resting in her lap she waited until the last moment before drawing back the long dusty purple velvet drapes and exposing herself to the passer-by.
"Damn you Lavinia!"
Lavinia smiled sweetly at the aging man leaning back against the far wall with his hand at his chest glaring at her silhouette as the bright sun filtering in through the window next to her splashed onto the floor between them.
"Charles my dear, you never learn."
Huffing at her he stood up straight and yanked on the bottom of his black waistcoat embroidered with silver thread and bearing Lavinia's family's coat of arms on his right breast pocket. Lavinia slowly uncurled her long legs from where they were tucked up under her on the cushioned window seat and stood up before him, still smiling. He continued to glare at her until his heavily lined face suddenly spilt into a rather toothless smile and he rolled his watery blue eyes at her.
"It's time for your lesson."
Lavinia's smile faltered as she fell into step besides him on their way along the corridor and back into the newer parts of the house. Charles had always been there for Lavinia, having been present at her sooner-than-expected birth he had been the first to hold her and the one to comfort her when her grief-stricken father shunned her over the death of her mother four years later. Eventually his grief had abated enough and he had accepted Lavinia back into his arms.
She had instantly forgiven him for she knew his pain must be double hers which was excruciating enough. The pair had become best friends as well as father and daughter but Charles had always been there with them to care for them both over the years. Now Lavinia turned to him as they walked.
"You still don't approve?"
His bald head reflected the brighter light in the more modern part of the house and she carefully studied his well-worn familiar face in the light, noting the number of lines and the lack of hair besides the thick white tufts over his ears.
"Oh I approve of the lessons, for what its worth; I think a young women should know the way to defend herself. I do not, however, approve of your lying to your father."
Lavinia bit her lip and paused for a moment before quickening her pace to catch up with him again.
"I'm not exactly lying; I am meeting Mr Hutson daily as I told him, the meetings are for lessons as I told him and the meetings are for my benefit as I told him. I'm just omitting what the lessons are for so to speak."
Charles stopped then and looked her in the eye, the look on his face made her lower her own eyes and squirm under his gaze.
"What you've said is true, but what happens if you get injured during one of these lessons? My promise to you not to tell your father means I'll be forced to lie to him about its cause, something I am not particularly partial doing."
Lavinia hung her head so her long blood-red curls fell over her shoulders and into her eyes, the silken ringlets were only just contained by a glittering dragonfly comb and as usual they looked about to break free of it. Charles's eyes softened and he stretched out a wrinkled, liver-spotted hand to touch her shoulder, she lifted her head and he smiled gently at her.
"You should tell him, he may be more receptive than you presume."
Before Lavinia could respond he was walking away again, pausing outside a door and opening it for her. Smiling she kissed his cheek and entered the room to begin her day's lesson.
"You're not concentrating."
Lavinia shoved her sticky hair away from her sweating forehead and bent over slightly to catch her breath as her instructor leant his sword against his shoulder and surveyed her.
"I have things on my mind to occupy me."
He narrowed his eyes at her and lowered his sword to rest the point in the ground as she straightened up to face him.
"In battle you will not have the time to think of other things. You must give your one hundred percent concentration to the fight or you will die."
Lavinia was about to take up her fighting stance once more when a distant bell signalled she had ten minutes before dinner and she lowered her sword to her side. Turning her back she poised herself for an attack but none came, instead when she turned back she was alone and Charles was knocking at the door asking if she was ready to eat.
Sitting at the dinner table in the dress he had been wearing before her lesson Lavinia once again cleared her throat to tell her father the nature of her lessons, and once more she merely asked him to pass her the salt instead. She was halfway through cursing herself at length and very fluently in her mind for being such a coward when something exploded through the far wall sending everything on the table flying and knocking them all to the floor.
Seeing dozens of running feet racing past the table Lavinia crawled over to where her father was out cold. She quickly checked his pulse and pulled him further towards the centre of the table out of sight before moving on to find Charles. Resting her hands on an overturned chair she chanced a glance at what was happening in the chaos around her and came face to face with a pirate.
Stifling a scream when a handful of her hair was grabbed and she was hauled to her feet she kicked out at him and raced on through the door, knocking another pirate over on her way until she saw Charles standing before the door to her father's study where the family's heirlooms and most expensive irreplaceable items were kept. A pirate had a gun pointed at him and was saying something but Lavinia's hearing seemed to have disappeared as screaming running people barrelled past her and bullets zipped backwards and forwards around her.
A single gunshot pierced through her deafness and a scream sounded somewhere distant as she hurled herself forwards to where Charles was crumpling to the floor before her. Realising the scream was hers it was strangled by a sob as she caught at Charles's body and pulled him towards her, spreading blood over her dress and hands as she pressed her forehead down against his already cooling one. Tears mingled with the blood on his face and trickled into his slightly open mouth as she swiped at her tears, smearing blood across her cheeks.
Sound came rushing back to her as hands seized her upper arms and dragged her away from Charles. She was pulled backwards and thrown against a wall where she hit her head hard. Shaking her head to clear her fuzzy vision she felt a burning sensation at her temple and a dampness seeping into her hair before darkness smudged her vision.
"Leave her!"
The pirate that had ripped open her dress and was about to grab at her was knocked sideways by his companion as a rather mournful horn sounded through the wrecked house.
"You know the sound, we return to the ship."
The pirate hissed at her and gestured at the unconscious form of Lavinia on the floor and the female pirate rolled her eyes as their shipmates raced past them with their bags coats and hands filled to bursting with jewels.
"Bring her with us if you must but when the Captain finds out its nothing to do with me."
The pirate nodded gleefully at her and gathered Lavinia against him, throwing her over his shoulder and following the other pirates out through the smoking town towards the dock.
"S'nice bunch of swag ya gathered boys I think we all deserve a… what is that and why is it on my ship?"
"Hostage, Captain Sparrow, sir."
Lavinia stirred slightly at the sound of a voice and the events of the past hour came rushing back at her. Cracking open an eye slowly she caught sight of a slice of a starlit sky and the rigging and mast of a ship before a face appeared over her blocking this out. She recognised that face. Making a sudden move forwards towards him he took a step back looking half surprised half satisfied and nodded at a pair of pirates who sprang forwards to restrain her.
"You set fire to my town, murdered my butler who was also my friend, robbed the town and ruined my house."
The pirate nodded his way through the list as she spoke, her chest heaving with emotion as she fought against the pirates holding her.
"I believe we did all of them yeah."
Snarling Lavinia threw herself at him again hardly noticing the pain as the pirates tightened their grip almost unbearably on her arms. Glaring murderously up from her position on her knees she felt tears of anger and hatred welling in her eyes as the Captain gave the order for the ship to set sail and turned his back on her. The pirates holding her seemed to think she was too upset to move as they hesitantly released her and shuffled off to go about their duties.
Lavinia smiled gently to herself and removed the knife she had taken from the dinner table earlier from a pocket in her dress. Getting into a crouching position so her legs were still hidden from view she quickly assessed the distance between them as Mr Hutson had taught her and leapt forwards.
Jack Sparrow, however, was not as stupid as certain members of his crew and had been expecting her to attack once she was freed. Turning he caught her in midair and spun her around until she slammed into the deck of the ship and he landed on top of her, effectively pinning her down beneath him. He tightened his grip on her wrist and dug his nails into her soft flesh until her grip released on the knife and he knocked it away from the pair of them with the back of his hand.
"I hate you! Just do your will sir; kill me and be done with it."
Her half sob half scream was ignored by the crew as she ceased her writhing and lay limp beneath him, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes and rolling down the sides of her face to land in her hair which had finally broken free of its bonds in all the excitement and was tumbling over her pale freckled shoulders where her ripped dress was falling away from her body.
Now Jack may have been a pirate and therefore considered hardly a human by any respectable person, but he was also technically a man. And the sight of any beautiful woman softened a man's heart, and did rather unmentionable things to his loins too, as now the sight of Lavinia sprawled with her full chest heaving and her shapely body trapped beneath him melted Jack's. He also happened to make the mistake of looking her in the eye; he saw the sorrow and hatred burning deep inside the greeny-blue orbs so like the sea he loved so much and he made a rather rash decision a little too quickly, something he would curse himself for frequently later on.
"I'm not gonna kill ya lass. I'm gonna keep you."
Relief surfaced in her eyes before being replaced by anger at his words, he could see her about to make some comment about being spoken of as a dog would be and quickly cut her off by binding her hands together with a spare length of rope and yanking her to her feet. He dragged her across the ship towards a set of doors which he yanked open, Lavinia caught a brief glimpse of expensive furniture decorating an exquisite state room before she was shoved in with such force she landed on the floor and the door was slammed shut and locked behind her.
Working her way up into a sitting position she took in the rolls and rolls of maps stacked in a corner next to the desk where a single oil lamp hanging from the ceiling lit the room and swayed with the motion of the boat casting moving shadows as her entertainment. Spotting a large bed covered in blankets and sheets made from the most expensive materials she cast a defiant look at the door through which sounds of revelry sounded, and she crawled over to it. She collapsed onto it and snuggled down into the sheets where exhaustion took over and she was asleep almost instantly.