Looking through the account books with Mr. Gibbs had been the only interesting thing Anamaria had done the entire day. While on her shift, she stood atop the Pearl, guiding her with the gentle care that she had observed Jack doing the day the ship was returned to him.
The Black Pearl is yours.
In more ways than one, Anamaria thought, more amused than anything. Back in her boring garb of a man's shirt and breeches topped with worn leather boots, Anamaria let the wind blow through her usually ponytailed hair. She sniffed the sea salt air and smiled, closing her eyes for a moment. She began to hum and the hum turned into her singing.
"The king and his men
stole the queen from her bed
and bound her in her boat.
The seas be ours
and bight the powers
where we will we'll roam.
Yo, ho, all hands.
Hoist the colours high.
Heave ho, thieves and beggars,
never shall we die. "
"Quite a song you're singing there, love." Jack's voice cut into her singing and she looked over her shoulder at him.
"Just a song I learned in Tortuga," Anamaria replied. Though he was forgiven, she was still a bit angry with him. She turned back to gaze at the beautiful, vast ocean laid out before them, ready for them to explore. Since the East India Trading Company's obsession with destroying pirates, most pirates and pirate associators had been put on edge. Of course, not the witty Jack Sparrow. He was too busy spending his time selling boats that belonged to other people.
"I like it, except the thievin' and beggin' part. Who says I'm a beggar or a thief? I'm a borrower." He'd casually stepped closer to her.
Jack found himself getting like this when Anamaria had turned him away. Trust the moment she wasn't up for games, he was willing to play his little round of cat and mouse.
"Don't remind me," Anamaria looked over her shoulder at him and just when he'd moved in to put his arm over her shoulder she had slipped to the side and his hand had found itself on the helm of the Pearl. "Borrow without permission," she said aloud, mostly talking to herself. She then turned to him and looked at his hands on the helm and smiled. "If you're to take over the Pearl then I'll go and check our stock and the accounts." And she left him there while he smiled knowingly. So, this was the game they would play then?
The little 'game' that was only supposed to last for a day, lasted for weeks. Anamaria had carefully evaded Jack and his schemes to get her back into the captain's quarters. Even in the rare times Jack, Gibbs, and Anamaria would have a meeting, Jack had said his bit, Gibbs had joined in, and Anamaria sat there quietly only nodding her head and listening.
After some time, which was really only the second week, Jack had stopped chasing her and stopped asking her why she had taken a turn for such queer behavior. The lack of attention had slightly bothered Anamaria but she was skilled at pretending she could care less about Jack's opinions where the sea and his being her captain did not apply. Little did she know, Jack was going topsy turvy over this.
"Has Sparrow lost his touch?" He would quietly ask Anamaria when he thought no one could here and Anamaria would not respond. If she would, it would be the simple reply of, "You are a fine captain."
In the beginning, when she'd found herself resisting him the way she'd done long before she'd set sail on the Pearl, Anamaria had no inkling as to why she was really doing it. He was Jack. He could jump in the middle of the ocean and manage to find a lass to fulfill his desires. She had even felt a little silly for the point she was trying to prove. But when they'd made it to GonĂ¢ve Island where the crew would spend their time getting cleaned up, Jack had instead gone to see if he could find any more books on Davy Jones and his many 'sea curses'. She hadn't really found that strange, seeing as she had seen him over the past few weeks reading up on more information but what was strange was that he'd been at the boat waiting for his crew, sober, and with no women aboard for the night.
She had climbed into the ship and spotted him looking longingly at the sea. It was a look that most captains and would-be captains in her case, had in their eyes when it was time to set sail once more.
"Weigh the anchor!" He called, when his crew had boarded the ship.
In the evening, when Anamaria had finished her shift of handling the vessel, she'd gone to let Jack know, as she usually had done. She crept into the captain's quarters and watched him sitting at his desk, reading up on sea tales. He didn't bother looking up but he acknowledged her presence with a soft grunt.
"Gibbs is taking over now," she stated simply.
He grunted once more.
"What are you reading?"
He sighed and put the book down. "Well, nothing now since you've come in and distracted me." Which was true, he had been so busy trying not to look at her that he'd forgot what the last word he read was and he was mixing kraken with crackers and it was just a fine mess.
"What were you reading?" Anamaria asked, completely ignoring Jack's snarky comment.
"If you must know, I was reading about meself. You know, grand adventures on the sea - the day I became pirate lord and other little follies of the like." He perked his eyebrows at her, clearly asking if there was anything else she needed to ask him or if she had intended on distracting him with her presence once more.
Anamaria perked her own eyebrows back and placed a hand on her hip. "Of course you'd be reading about yourself. Haven't you read enough stories about the legendary Captain Jack Sparrow?"
"Well, I was just reading the one where he rescues this beautiful Haitian princess," Jack lied, locking his eyes with Anamaria. "And because she was so in debt to him and loved him so, his body became her temple upon which she would worship him."
Being half Haitian, Anamaria snorted and turned to leave. "Sounds lovely, Captain. Goodnight."
Jack jumped up from his chair and crossed the room, moving like that of a feline. Anamaria pulled the door open and Jack pushed it so that it closed. His hand lay flat against the door and his arm brushed only slightly against her shoulder. "You forgot to ask how it ends." He leaned against her.
Up until now, Anamaria had mastered the art of composure around Jack but here he was trying to mess things all up. He was not speaking in his usually flamboyant tone and while Anamaria much preferred this to the Captain Jack Sparrow that sauntered from port to port, she couldn't help it when her spine tingled at his touch and her heart rate quickened. It was all his fault, really. "How does it end?" She asked just as softly.
"Happly ever after," he whispered into her ear.
There was a long pause between them and suddenly, she began to laugh.
Confused at her antics, Jack leaned back with a furrowed brow and stared at the back of her shaking head. "What's wrong with happily ever after?"
"Happily ever after," Anamaria said between laughing, "is for people like Elizabeth Swann and Will Turner."
"Says you," Jack said with a bit of a pout. "I'll have you know there is nothing more fantastic than a happily ever after ending for a pirate and his Haitian princess."
"And how does that end then?"
"The pirate buys the princess a red dress and she's in his debt forever, better known as, the 'his body is her temple' theory and they both live happily ever after."
"It doesn't even fit," Anamaria said with another little laugh.
"No matter," Jack said nonchalantly and turned her around, "It will fit eventually." Anamaria was going to ask the semantics of a dress that hadn't been altered suddenly fitting but Jack did not give her time to finish. With his lips pressed against her neck it was rather hard trying to think. "Sometimes though," Jack said between kisses, "the pirate king likes to worship the princess' temple of a body." His boot slipped between her own and he parted her legs.
His hands had found their way to the buttons on her shirt. He'd fumbled with them a bit and eventually, after his patience had worn out, he'd torn the remaining buttons, exposing Anamaria's stomach. "My temple," he said with half of his mouth turned up and lowered himself so that he could kiss around her bellybutton. Anamaria pulled playfully at the beads on his hair. He stopped and looked up at her, patiently waiting for the response he'd been silently asking for all these weeks, the entire month.
"Yes, yes, forgiven," she said with a little smile. Jack's smooth hands undid her trousers without her knowing and they slipped past her thighs. Jack kissed her inner thigh and stood up to his full height. He lifted her with ease and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. "The princess seems to be at a disadvantage, what with her having on no clothing and the pirate king still fully clothed." Jack walked Anamaria over to his bed, always messy from Jack's sleeping or ... Anamaria and Jack's "sleeping".
"But that's okay, because the pirate king is well aware of what must be done." He propped on his knees in the bed and Anamaria sat up with him. She had propped her knees in the air while Jack began to undress between her legs. She helped as much she could but his clothing only seemed to get more tangled in his already tangled hair. He threw the shirt aside once it was finally off and moved to undo his trousers. He had to take of his gun, the sash that held the gun, and the loop that held the sash before he could pull the trousers down.
"Did the pirate king ever tell the Haitian princess how beautiful she was?"
Anamaria only smiled then giggled as Jack's lips pressed against the arch in her foot. He moved his lips slowly up the side of her leg, kissing her knee and then on to her inner thigh.
He kissed her navel and on to the spot between her now exposed breasts. Hovering over her, Jack smiled down at Anamaria, who was too busy giving a lazy smile of her own to reply to his question.
"She's beautiful," he said simply.
Anamaria released a soft gasp when Jack entered her, her body relaxing to his touch. He'd put a hand on each side of her head, working up a rhythm between their hips and Anamaria matched each pattern, each movement oppositely. She wrapped her legs around his back and clutched onto his shoulders. Their pattern or so it had always been for Jack to take her in haste, rocking faster than the Pearl, pulling hair and bite marks everywhere but for some reason, tonight was different. Jack was showing his appreciation and Anamaria willingly accepted it.
Jack hooked his hand under her thigh, building the speed between them and suddenly rolled over so she now straddled him.
"You know I love it best like this," he flashed his white and gold smile at her. Anamaria pressed her hands to his chest and began to move her hips in the pattern of an eight. This time, it was Jack that groaned. He held her hips in his hand, taking complete charge and guiding her hips the way he liked best. She could fuss all she liked aboard the Pearl at the crew and at him but once the pair of them were in the captain's quarters he was always sure to remind her just who was in charge.
He snaked his hands over the dip in her waist and up to cup her breasts, sitting up caused Anamaria to cry out despite herself and Jack pressed his lips to hers in a feverish kiss. He took handfuls of her hair, trying now to keep up pace with her. He figured this was not the best position to be in charge and so he pushed her on her back with their heads now positioned at the foot of the bed.
And he'd lasted as long as he could until he'd spilled his seed into her, pinning her tiny frame to the bed.
Sweat glistened on their skin like they'd just sprouted from the sea, he removed his face from the crook in her neck and looked down at her. He brushed away a lock of wet hair glued to her forehead and she traced fingers over the scars on his back. She, too, had her own scars (mostly from whippings) that Jack had known of but only seen on one occasion.
"You are beautiful, you know."
"Oh, you only say that because we have just spent fifteen minutes of -"
"Only fifteen minutes?!" Jack feigned offense and Anamaria chuckled. "I'll have you know that was twenty-five and since you are so willing to prove me wrong, let me show you!"
Anamaria's giggles became uncontrollable as Jack peppered kisses all over, leading a trail down between her legs.
It was the moments like these Anamaria was thankful she'd grown to know Captain Jack Sparrow and fallen in love with him, too.
