Thirteen Years Ago

I stood in front of a cracked and dirty full length mirror, looking myself over. Dusty rays of sunshine shown through the cracks of the large wooden blinds that covered the windows as I checked out the new clothes I'd bought. It'd been quite some time since I'd owned clothing that actually fit me. I'd had the trousers tailor made to fit snugly, accentuating my lean legs and the curve of my hips. I'd had the waist made lower, stopping about two inches below my belly button. I'd always hated the feel of the material against my stomach. I'd had the shirt made special as well. It looked more the top of a dress would. The front was low cut, showing a little bit of cleavage. A black bodice laced up the front and was sewn into the top, stopping just below my breasts. It was tight, and form fitting, illustrating my figure. Short, loose, puffy sleeves hung off my shoulders.

Ever since I'd run away from home, I've had to wear mens clothes. First to disguise myself as a boy. Then of course, a pirate couldn't wear a dress. Not if she was going to do things like hoisting, climbing, fighting, pirate things. Dresses were too long and binding, they would only slow you down. As much as I loved being a pirate, I did miss wearing flattering clothing. In my new outfit I felt sexy yet unrestricted. Feminine yet free. I'd had a few of each made so I could feel this way all the time.

After I was finally done admiring my new attire, I sat on the edge of the bed where Hector lay watching me. We'd been renting the little apartment in Tortuga for about four months now. My captain's ship had gotten caught in a storm and met its demise, along with most of the crew. Barbossa and I had been among the few survivors. We took jobs here and there whenever we heard of good raids or treasure hunts. We never joined any crew permanently though since Hector refused to take any position less than first mate.

Barbossa had protected me since the day I showed up in Tortuga, a stowaway on a merchant ship. I'd already known how to use a sword; in fact I knew how to use a sword better than most men. My brother had taught me, but Barbossa had taught me how to fight dirty. He taught me how to sail too. He'd saved me in a sense. I don't know what I would've done once I was here without him.

He'd known I was a girl the moment he saw me. He made me feel foolish for trying to disguise myself.

"You might trick these drunken fools, but I'm no fool, and you are no lad," he'd said to me in the trashy bar full of pirates and renegades. I hadn't known what to say, but soon he was making an offer I couldn't refuse. He told me I could sail under his flag so long as I did my share of work. He'd made me take off the tricorn hat I'd been wearing and unwrapped my hair so that it flowed freely down my back. He'd been my captain from that moment on.

Now he gently stroked my long red curls as I sat beside him, tugging my boots from my feet. In return for his protection and hospitality, he'd only ever wanted one thing from me. He hadn't asked for it at first. He'd been patient. He let me grow to trust him first, let me grow to like him even. How could I not care for him? How could I refuse after all he'd done for me? My heart still belonged to Jack, and always would, but I couldn't deny Hector a place there too.

He had known from the start that I was looking for someone, the man that truly owned my heart. He had always known that one day I would leave. Before we had sex the first time, I reminded him of that and he reminded me that love wasn't an emotion he was capable of. He wasn't asking me for love, he was asking me for my body.

I let out a sigh. The time had come for me to move on. I had stayed in one place too long and it wasn't getting me any closer to Jack. I met a Spanish captain, in a tavern last night. We'd discussed an alliance. Now all I had to do was tell Hector. I wasn't sure why I was so nervous. It's not like leaving was going to break his heart or anything. He had made it very clear that he didn't have a heart to break. So I guess that could only mean one thing.

I was going to miss him.

"Hector," I said softly, my eyes pressed shut lightly. He interrupted before I could even get started.

"I know," he said, causing my eyes to pop open.

"I saw you talkin' to that Spanish fella. A captain is he?" Hector said slyly. He formed it as a question even though it was obvious he already knew the answer. I smiled lightly. I shouldn't have been surprised. Hector knew everything. I turned in the bed to face him. His light eyes starred up at me. What could I say? He'd always known this day would come. I've been with him for a year and I hadn't found Jack. I had to explore my options.

He grabbed my waist with both hands suddenly, pulling me atop him. I straddled his hips, placing my hands at his chest. He lifted his hands up to the bodice of the shirt, untying it. He wanted one last time. I could give him that. He pulled the top off of me as soon as it was loosened, tossing it to the floor. Underneath I wore a simple white cloth that wrapped around my breasts. While the bodice acted as a bustier to support them, the white material of the shirt was nearly sheer, so the extra fabric was needed for decency. Not that I had much decency these days.

He removed the cloth as well. He began tracing the tips of his fingers up the curves of my sides to the underside of my breasts, his thumbs lightly stroking the soft flesh. He ever so slowly slid his hands further, cupping both of my tits gently before bringing the thumbs to trace circles around the light pink nipples. His eyes would not look into my own, they stayed on my body. Maybe he was hurting a little at the thought of me leaving after all.

Without warning he gripped me roughly, squeezing my nipples tightly between his thumb and forefinger. I arched back at the sensation, taking in a sharp breath, before he released them. I could feel him growing thick beneath me, his groin just under my own. I nibbled at my bottom lip as I felt a heat pooling in my nether region. One of his hands trailed to my back and the other to my rear, he lifted us then, rolling over and plopping me onto the bed to hover over me. He liked it this way best, loved conquering me.

His mouth went to my neck, intentionally avoiding my mouth. After all we'd done, we had never shared a kiss. That was meant for lovers, he'd told me. He used his tongue and teeth as he trailed down my body, stopping at one of my nipples. As his mouth sucked at one, his hand kneaded the other. My breathing had gone ragged as my skin broke out in goosebumps. My body ached with want. I rolled my hips against his hard length contained within his breeches. I dug my fingers into the skin on his back when he took my sensitive skin between his teeth.

He continued trailing downward, leaving little red spots of bitten flesh in his wake. He ran into the fabric of my breeches, and starting at one hip, licked along the edge to my other hip, causing a moan to escape my lips. I looked down at him after, finding him looking up at me with a satisfied grin. He undid the ties that held up my pants and then quickly pulled them down to my knees.

He brought his finger to my lower lips, sliding it up and down the slit causing me to writhe. He thoroughly enjoyed teasing me. He slid his finger lower, opening the slit to find me wet and ready, just how he liked me. He found my most sensitive spot, swirling his finger around it. I threw my head back in a whimper. I could feel that wondrous sensation building. I clenched the sheets beneath me as Hector continued to play with my little nub. He brought up his thumb to pinch it and the slightly painful pleasure it caused sent me over the edge. I bucked my hips wildly as my orgasm shook through my body.

"God yes!" I managed to stammer as the pleasure rocked me. As I started to come down from my high, Hector lifted me again, turning me to face the dingy mattress. I was on my knees, thighs slightly parted. I rested my face against the pillow, my arms wrapped around it. Hector shoved his finger deep into my core, causing me to cry out. He pumped the digit in and out of me and I could once again feel the pressure building inside me. He abruptly pulled his finger from me. I whined and wriggled my hips at the loss.

After just a few moments I felt something much larger than his finger pressing at my entrance. I gripped the pillow tightly and winced when he shoved his thick shaft completely inside me. It always hurt at first, but it never took long for me to adjust to the intrusion. He slowly pulled back before slamming back inside. He repeated the motion several times and I cried out with each thrust. After maybe the forth or fifth time, I erupted against his throbbing length.

"Hector!" I cried as the orgasm pulsed through out my entire body, making me shiver and curl my toes. I could almost feel the smug grin I knew was on his face. He loved when he made me cum so hard I shouted his name. Jack had liked that too. Men and their pride. Just as the intense sensation began to subside, he thrust into me again, this time fucking me in earnest. I bucked my hips against him, matching his quickened pace.

It was happening again, my third orgasm was building rapidly as his cock thrust into me hard and fast. I burst one final time, inner muscles squeezing tightly. It wasn't long before he tore from me, his seed soaking my back. He'd never done it inside, which I was grateful. I wanted no one's child but Jack's. The guilt hit me as it always did. I swallowed hard as I caught my breath and forced back my tears. It didn't matter if it was the first or the last time, so long as it wasn't Jack I would always be biting back tears at the end. I wouldn't let Hector see though. I wouldn't let him know that I wished he was someone else.

I went lax, sliding my knees down so I was horizontal. After a few moments, I heard Hector bustle around the room. He came back with a damp cloth and cleaned my back as he always did. Afterward, I grabbed the greyish shift I slept in and pulled it on, removing my breeches as I went. The sun was just setting, painting the sky orange.

I laid down next to Hector, who had his back to me. I let out a sigh. I would leave in the morning. I was excited and sad at the same time. No matter how much I cared for Hector, I had to do this. Jack was out there some where. I had to find him. Rumor had it, he'd been seen in Spain recently. Captain Costa could maybe get me closer to him. I turned over after a few moments, giving Hector my back as well. I fell into an uneasy sleep as the sun settled on Tortuga.

Hector was gone when the sun peaked over the horizon and I awoke the next day. He wouldn't even let me say goodbye. What had I really expected from the heartless Hector Barbossa?

Present

I cried alone in the dark storage room for quite some time. What had I expected from the heartless Hector Barbossa? But that wasn't true was it? I'd seen it in his eyes. Hurt. Jealousy. He'd known from the start that I loved someone else, but it hadn't mattered. He'd loved me in his own way and I could see that now. Even Hector Barbossa had a heart. And I had broken it.