The Lady and the Pirate
Ch. 16 Unnecessary Unpleasantness
Jack couldn't sleep.
He rarely ever could; a condition he had contracted during childhood. The doctor had told them his parents that he had too restless of a mind, that it kept thinking and assimilating even as he tried to sleep. He always thought it was because sleep took up too much time in which he could use to his own advantage, but if the quack wanted to stick with his own story, the so be it. So when he did sleep, it was for short periods of a time, and only when he needed it most.
But as was stated before, Jack couldn't sleep, or more appropriately, didn't want to. For there was much more pleasure in watching the angelic creature sleep- a smile gracing her erotic lips as she dreamed- then wasting it on his own dreams. For what was the point of dreaming about it, when it was happening at this very moment. And he always found that dreams were always too unrealistic- or when they did portray real life- too graphic for his liking.
She stretched against his middle as he leaned on his elbow to arch above her, and then suddenly contracted herself into what resembled a half assembled ball, where she seemed to purr, content, before slipping back into her undisturbed dreams.
Jack began chuckling at this, but stopped after the first few that escaped his notice because he realized how they seemed to echo harshly around the room, disturbing the once serene silence, and another thing was that it upset his stomach from its stationary position, causing it to move against Elizabeth's head, providing that the movement might wake her.
She stirred, and he stopped breathing for a moment, before realizing that the notion was quite stupid, for in fact, if she was going to wake, holding his breath wasn't going to prevent the inevitable from happening.
He saw her open one bleary hazel eye, blinking furiously away the traces of sleep, before seeming to notice him at all. She seemed confused at first; her eyebrows raised slightly then furrowing as if in perplexity, then she seemed to recall the night (or hours before) and she smiled slightly and moved closer to him so they were eye level, traipsing her arm around his lean waist.
"Hello Jack," she whispered, but even that sounded loud in the silence of the motionless cabin.
"'Ello luv. How did ye sleep?" he asked, concerned.
"Quite splendidly, thank you," and he laughed slightly at her politeness.
"Proper even after all ye've been through eh?' he said placing his forehead to rest against her's, and she blushed slightly at the slyness of his voice. But she wasn't going to be conned into that. If he wanted to play, she would play.
"All I've been through? Whatever could you mean Captain Sparrow?" and she nearly laughed at the look on his face as it went from smugness to pure astonishment.
"Wha...?"
"Tell me Captain Sparrow, what exactly did I partake in last night?"
Clearing his throat slightly, finding it lodged uncomfortably with some untraceable malady "Lizzie love, ye cannot be serious. You mean ye remember," he waved his hands in vague, quickly moving, circles, "...nothing?'
"Oh!' she cried out suddenly in mock recognition," You mean when we..." she placed two fingers together, and Jack nodded slightly.
"Well it was so long ago that I feel myself only having rare lapses of the said event. I guess I am in need for another lesson, less I forget..."
Before she could even swallow another bout of oxygen to feed the next few words to erupt from her mouth, Jack had flipped her back against the covers, her head propped against the pillow, as his legs straddled her waist.
"I thought ye'd never ask Lizzie darlin'." he said huskily, slightly growling, feeding off her obvious teasing.
"Hmm Lizzie darlin'...that's a new one.."
"T'won't be the last," he said smartly before swooping over her lips, promising her a full night of passion, with a great lack of rest.
The Next Morning
Elizabeth felt the burning against her eyes, the blinding orange lights behind her lids, and groaned loudly with obvious discontentment. Flipping onto her stomach, she hid from the obvious disturbance, causing the two arms wrapped around her waist to also move and a noticeable shift to form from the bed.
Sighing slightly in annoyance, but entering back into her dreams; she felt quite peaceful. Peaceful, that is, until a persistent knocking came upon the cabin door.
And she sure as hell was not answering the door.
Lifting her head, noticing how the weight suddenly felt like lead, she turned awkwardly toward the other motionless body on the bed, and raising a hand, she perched it onto Jack's shoulder and shook lightly.
"Jack," she whispered.
A slight bit of stirring, but it stilled quicker than it began.
"Jack," she hissed now, in more frustration as the door began to bang now.
Jack, seeming as frustrated as her somehow believing someone was trying to rob him of precious sleep, grabbed the disturbance by the arm, lifted her into the air, and she landed flipped up, straddling his waist as his hands held her's, while he still, despite the obvious commotion this caused, slumbered peacefully.
Suddenly, before Elizabeth could even attempt to remove his hands and continue waking him up, a voice came through the door.
"Captain sir, are ye up yet?" More knocking following, after the realization that Master Gibbs was the owner as to both knocking and voice.
Jack shot bolt upright, earning a squeal from Elizabeth as she felt down and ended with a rather large crash, sprawled on the cabin floor, while Jack scrambled for his clothing. He knew that if it was Gibbs who was to wake him there was a serious matter at hand; after all, AnaMaria was the only one who came to wake him up in the morning seeing as she was the only one who had managed to duck the rum bottle that traditionally flew toward the intruder's head.
"Put yer clothes on Lizzie love!"
Elizabeth and Jack then took a mad fervent scramble for their clothes, occasionally managing to put on each other's vestments. And the more interesting, and would be laughable, part about the search was the location in which they found the said items. As she recalled later, Elizabeth had found her undergarments hanging over the extinguished oil lamp, which just so happened to be at the farthest extreme of the room for the bed's point of view,
But as what could be concluded, there was a visitor that made its presence on the Pearl, and Jack rarely liked these visitors.
"Gibbs you may enter now."
The veteran sailor traipsed himself quickly into the door before shutting and bolting it quickly behind him. Then, he leaned his tired self against the frame and knob, his chest heaving heavily and slight amounts of perspiration could be almost seen gracing his brow.
"Why Mr. Gibbs, what's wrong?" Elizabeth asked concerned.
Not answering her, maybe even perhaps ignoring her question all together, "I told ye Captain. Women be bad luck aboard a ship." And with that he scampered out of the room as fast as he had scrambled in before.
Jack stared at the door for a moment; just a moment, because that was all that was truly needed before the true meaning behind his first mate's words sank in. He didn't truly mean that Elizabeth was bad luck in the sense of that the ship seemed to always have misfortune whenever she was about. He meant that today there was something to do with luck that was going to affect the woman.
"Stay in here,' he warned, strolling toward the door, "and hide."
Abord Deck
"I told him ye was here, I don't know why he be taken-" Gibbs stuttered nervously, despite his many encounters with those of authority. There was just something about this man who stood stiffly, with his hands folded behind his back, his hair and vestments neatly pressed and polished. The only thing that could possibly be amiss, was perhaps his disposition. His lips set in a grizzly stone line and his chin jutting out forward with the authority of a king.
"Master Gibbs, I believe ye have taken enough of this dear gentleman's time and energy with yer insistent ramblin'. Now I am here, what seems to be the ailing of everyone and anythin'?'
And Gibbs obediently stepped aside, Jack met with the face that he remembered leaving behind him a few times before. A face that always threatened more than could be possibly offered but, but enough of a facade to make Jack worry slightly about his next point of action.
Jack sighed loudly in exasperation. How to get out of this one?
"Commodore Norrington, the pleasure is all yours I greatly assume?"