10. Jack Sparrow Gets Lucky
"I'll need my wrists cut free," said Jack. "I mean, if a gent is to kiss lady, in order to do it properly, he really should take her in his arms."
Donna Elaina pulled out a wicked looking blade and pointed it at Jack's nose. "Agreed. Turn around." Jack turned, and the woman sawed her way through his bindings. Jack turned back around, rubbing his wrists to get the blood there flowing again.
Cecilia used one of her horse-sized hips to shove Donna Elaina aside. "Me first!" She grinned lustfully at Jack. Then her chubby arms went around him, and she crushed him to her. Cecilia was blessed with immense feminine charms. Either one of her enormous breasts was larger than the four breasts of her two companions combined. Her python-like grip combined with her extreme curvature to nearly break poor Jack's back. Her kiss was enthusiastic, wet and sloppy. When she finally released him, he staggered backwards, gasping.
"Me next," snarled Donna Elaina, yanking Jack back into place. Her sudden kiss was like a Prussian military drill: firm, tight, and no nonsense. Well perhaps a little nonsense because, halfway through the kiss, her hand sought out Jack's and planted it firmly on her buttocks. When the kiss finished, she gave him a curt nod. "Quite satisfactory," she reported.
Margarite flowed into Jack's arms. With his head spinning, their lips met for the first time, sweet lips, gentle lips, warm and loving lips. Her tongue toyed with his. Jack sighed and reached for her undoubtedly firm bottom, but was intercepted by Donna Elaina. He tried again, but the older woman thwarted him again. Before he could try for the third time, Donna Elaina plastered herself against the back of Donna Margarita, seized Jack's hand, and planted it insistently back on her own buttocks.
Jack's eyes popped open and he found himself looking into the fierce glare of Donna Elaina. Those hostile eyes told him there was no way he was going to be able to get to the bottom of Donna Elaina's ward, that he would have to be satisfied with Donna Elaina's own stringy backside.
Margarita finally freed herself, gasping for breath. "My," she panted. "That was really something. When it comes to kissing, you could certainly teach Sir Cutler a thing or twelve."
Jack looked back and forth between the three women. "So ladies, what now?"
"Well, we've discussed that as well," replied Margarite. "Do you by any chance gamble at cards?"
Jack squirmed. "It's not something I'm very proud of, but yes, I have been known to partake, every now and again."
"Some nice sailors back in Port Royal taught us how, and we find the game to be quite exhilarating."
"I would love to," said Jack, "but unfortunately, my funds were purloined back in port. I have nothing to play with."
"Why, we faced that same problem back in Port Royal. And those nice sailors suggested we play for clothing instead."
"Clothing?"
"That's right. You wager something like, say, your boot, and each of us puts up something similar like, say, a glove. Oh do try! It'll be fun!"
"Well, if you all insist. But on one condition only. I deal. I wouldn't want any of you ladies trying to cheat me."
They giggled. "None of us are expert enough to do that, but if it will make you feel more secure, of course you may deal."
As usually happened when Jack Sparrow dealt, he had an astonishing run of good luck.
Cecilia was no good at cards whatsoever and soon, her great rolls of femininity were laid bare for all to see. Donna Elaina and Donna Margarita were somewhat better players and so had been reduced to lesser stages of undress. Jack had lost his shirt but not much else.
Without warning, the door swung open and Captain Beckett entered. He stared agog at the naked or nearly naked ladies before him. They stared back and then looked beseechingly to Jack. So he gave them a sound piece of advice:
"Run!"
They shrieked, covered their more exposed areas, and ran.
Captain Beckett saw his unclothed fiancée fleeing, and he quickly sprinted after her. The two guards stared at the running Donna Elaina and Cecilia, looked to each other for guidance, and then scrambled after them.
Jack put on his shirt, picked up the knife Donna Elaina had earlier used to cut his bonds, and set off through the unguarded door for the stern, humming: "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me."