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A/N: Just wanted to say hi to everybody. Hi! So…how's life? Sweet. Where we last left off, June was sneakily getting Gibbs to change course to Barcelona, where her map leads to. Jack doesn't know about this 'change of plans' yet. Opps.
Jack was resting on his mattress, humming an improvised, lazy tune while taking strong swigs of a bottle of rum when he felt the Pearl suddenly drift to the side. An passenger unacquainted to captaining a ship would have hardly noticed such a tiny change in steering, but the slightest nudge of the Pearl and Jack's senses shot off like a smoking pistol.
Mr. Gibbs was at the helm, so what could have been the trouble? About to make his way outside to see what the hell was going on, his bare feet had barely touched the hard wood floor when the cabin door swung open.
"Oh Jaaaaa-aaaack!" June cried in a sing-song voice, slamming the door shut with all the force she could muster, determined to make the biggest noise possible, "How 'bouts a game of cards, eh?"
Growling, he leaned back on the bed. "Do ye always have to be so loud? You're like a squawking seagull…or a herd of bison. Either way it's exceedingly annoyin'."
She narrowed her eyes at him as she began picking through the shiny trinkets on his desk. "Are you callin' me fat?"
Jack took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He wasn't in the mood for her incessant bickering. "Cut out the dramatics, Oleander. Now if you'll excuse me, I believe it's MY turn to steer." He sat up and laid his eyes on her, immediately freezing in shock. If he didn't know any better, he would admit he was gaping at her figure in that damned dress.
Yes, a dress. Oleander had on some deep crimson lacey thing. It showed off her tanned shoulders against the lace and the plunging neckline left nothing for the imagination. The corset framed her healthy waist and the skirts were detailed by dark, shining threads. She was barefoot and her hair was left down, the black curls tumbling down her back and around her grinning face.
"Do ye like it?" she asked, curtseying in the dress like a respectable young lady, "I was beginnin' to think you'd never notice."
Jack couldn't speak. Where were her boots, her hat? Where were those effects and breeches that roughened up her appearance? This soft vision before him appalled his every thought and every bodily sense.
"June?" he swallowed hard, "Where did ye find that?"
"Your trunks." She was beaming at his bewildered reaction. "Does it please you?"
"Why were you going through me trunks?" he questioned with a sour glare, trying to fight the desire to pull her into his arms. This reoccurring, pure lust angered him greatly because it seemed like he could never control it.
Jack reached for his hat with his dirt-ridden fingers and June instantly snatched it away, placing it atop her head. He narrowed his eyes at her, swaggering over to where she stood staring up at him innocently.
"How 'bouts that card game, Jack?" she said softly with a tiny pout.
He fought the sudden urge to smile. "Your new facade can do nothin' to make me forget what a crazed bitch you really are, Oleander."
She wrapped her arms around him and he weakly attempted to break free from her grasp. He instantly stilled when she placed a charming kiss onto his whiskered chin.
"A lady wouldn't be so outgoing wit' her advances towards the opposite sex," Jack reminded her with a husky voice, closing his eyes as her lips found his neck. He felt himself sinking deeper into a state of blissful need, drowning in her gentle yet dominant touches.
Unexpectedly, reality slapped him in the face like a ferocious prostitute. The map! He needed it, blast her! And if he knew June Oleander, it would be hidden somewhere near her cot.
"Why don't ye get the cards out, me dove, and I'll go fetch us some fine alcohol from the galley, aye?" he interrupted with a wink, "And then perhaps I'll show ye a repeat of last night."
"A repeat?" she scoffed, "Seems like someone's quite the bore."
He raised his eyebrows at her mocking remark.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, she didn't bother crossing her legs like a respectable lady, but kept them rudely open, her long skirts allowing her agreeable parts to remain hidden from sight. "I thought you'd be up to a few new challenges, Captain Sparrow," June breathed, his tricorne hat sliding to a jaunty angle on her head and casting a shadow over her fiery black eyes.
"I do like new adventures," he replied, his expression losing all traces of humor and turning animalistic…carnal.
June watched as some unexpected emotion flooded his face and instantly vanished. What the hell was that? Regret? Guilt?
"Won't be but a moment, Oleander," Jack said quickly, tumbling out of the cabin and shutting the door after him.
Once out of sight, Jack made his way into June's quarters, tip-toeing to the best of his abilities past Ana's peaceful sleeping form. Looking back, he gazed at her for naught but a moment, taking in the innocence and naivety radiating off of her. Shaking his head, he cursed himself silently as the trinkets in his hair jingled with his movements.
Without a second thought, he plunged his hand into June's sheets and under her pillow, desperately searching for that paper of opportunity and riches. Resting his palm against her pillow, he felt something pointy amidst the feathers. Turning the fabric around, he noticed a slit where a few goose feathers were poking out.
The map! He suddenly forgot that June had, in fact, stolen one of his nice goose feather pillows and brought a dagger to it as his hand delved into the feathers and extracted the piece of worn parchment.
Stuffing it into the back of his trousers, he wiped up the wisps of feathers drifting away and placed them back into the pillow, making it seem as if her cot had not been disturbed.
"William…" Ana moaned, abruptly stretching and causing the confident and at-ease Sparrow to jump in fright.
Ah HA! The gel was dreaming about the lad! Jack crept up to the cot where Ana lay, a perplexed frown marking her face.
"My dear Anastasia…" Jack crooned tenderly into her ear, "Let me love you…"
"Will…please…" she whispered dreamily, clutching her sheets.
"My darling," Jack continued, fighting the urge to giggle like a prepubescent boy, "I would do the naughtiest of deeds to you, but I fear that I, William Turner, lack the appropriate parts for such an activity…"
Ana let out a strangled moan, turning over in sleep as Jack exited the room with a snicker. His next stop was the galley.
Jack growled a quick curse when he arrived and found June already sitting on the dinner table, a bottle of wine opened next to her and a glass in her hand.
Taking a hearty drink, June said cheekily, "You were taking too damned long, Sparrow. You go after alcohol as hastily as an arthritic old man."
Chuckling nervously, he sneakily crammed the map deeper down the back of his pants and picked up the bottle of wine, taking a strong swig. Peering at the label, he grinned and said, "Excellent choice, pet. I like me gels that have good taste in fine wines." He stared down at her innocently and added, "Where be the cards?"
"I thought…" she began, slyly pulling him towards her by the collar, "We'd skip to the adventuring part, Jack."
Pinning her to the table, Jack enthusiastically began a round of lip-lock with the willing woman. The business of the map was pushed to the back of his mind as he felt her respond to his burning kisses and desperate touch. And so was the fact that the door to the galley was left wide open.
Ana's eyes opened at the sound of waves crashing and she wiped off the sweat on her brow.
June still wasn't in her cot, as always. "Probably off drinking herself into a stupor," Ana muttered. Staggering over to the window, she stared at the moon and began to wickedly wonder about Will's, erm, assets. It was inappropriate for her to think about such things, and it puzzled her as to why such an awkward thought would be on her mind, but it plagued her nonetheless.
Perhaps a glass of water would do the trick. Tending to her dry throat almost always soothed her back to sleep. Opening the door gingerly, she began to make her way silently to the galley.
A/N: Oh boy. What a sultry chapter!