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Dollybigmomma is my beta and pirate expert. You just got to love her dirty pirate parrot phrases.

Chapter 36 - Inquiring Minds Want to Know

CHARLIE

That little Alice girl was very curious. She seemed excited as I followed her directions to the place this Captain Whitlock would be found. As we were driving, she informed me that Emmett would be joining her and Captain Whitlock in Florida, where she had the rescue ship ready. I needed to stay in Chicago with Rosalie Hale and continue to work to clear Edward's name. She said they would need an officer's insight to make a case against the Volturi legal group and Judge Caius. They could only do that if I stayed at Emmett's and helped with the case. He thought it was a good idea as well.

Alice told me not to worry about Rose, that she could handle herself. That made me a little nervous, because I didn't like that someone I would be working with would need to handle themselves. It sounded like this name clearing-business would be getting dangerous, and I didn't like it. Instead of riding back with me in the cruiser, Alice hopped in a beat-up truck with Captain Whitlock and told Emmett to meet them at Rose's house to get ready for the six o'clock flight.

EMMETT

When I arrived at the airport, Alice and Captain Whitlock seemed to be in a rush. They had some sort of animal carrier, so I assumed they were going to check in that crazy bird. I didn't see them again until we were on the plane, and they were actually a few rows ahead of me.

The pair were chatting it up like mad. People glared at them when they'd burst out into loud laughter, accompanied by knee slapping.

When we arrived at the airport, Alice slipped me a paper and took off with the Captain again. It had an address on it, and I realized I needed to get my own transportation to the dock. I didn't know what was up with her, but it was annoying. It was like I was in a race I could never win.

I knew they'd left after me, so it made no sense that they'd arrived before me. I should've been at the dock first. Yet, there they were, moving their luggage and crates around, like I was hours behind.

I couldn't let them take off without me. I jumped aboard, and the captain looked at me dangerously. I held my hands up to show I wasn't there for a fight.

"Avast, landlubber! Who are ye?" he asked, suddenly developing a silly pirate's accent. Captain Jack Sparrow this yahoo wasn't.

"He's your new first mate!" Alice chirped.

"Alrighty then, what be ye name, matey?"

"Emmett Cullen, Cap'n."

"Alrighty, Officer Cullen, we're sailing out to take over the world! Are ye in, Lad?"

It looked like Alice wasn't kidding when she said this guy was nuts. I just shrugged. "Sure?"

Captain Whitlock clapped his hands. "Alrighty then, mates, time to weigh anchor!"

"Leave the money on the table, sailor!" the bird squawked again and crapped loudly down the side of the ship.

Oh, yeah, this was going to make for an interesting trip.

Alice and the captain were singing sea shanties at the top of their lungs and mostly off key. At least that was what Alice called them when she broke into verse and started dancing around the deck like Tinkerbelle on crack. Captain Nutcase quickly joined in, along with that wacky parrot, who kept randomly squawking out inappropriate phrases. What the hell had I gotten myself into? A bad episode of Love Boat meets The Fisher King most likely.

"Captain, how are we on supplies?" I dared to ask, wondering if we were sailing off only to starve to death.

"Aye, me hardy! That's Pirate KING Captain Whitlock to you!"

Right, so sailing off to my death now. "Right, sorry, King Captain Pirate Whitlock."

"Pirate King Captain Whitlock."

"Pirate Captain King Whitlock."

"PIRATE KING CAPTAIN WHITLOCK! It's not that hard!" he said exasperated.

"No, it isn't, Pirate King Captain Whitlock," she said easily.

"Show off," I grumbled. "Can't I just call you PKC Whitlock? That's so much easier." Or maybe just Captain Fruit Loop. God help us all.

"Peek-n-See, five dollars!" the bird squawked as it wove back and forth on the railing in time with their singing. I made the mistake of bending over to re-tie my shoe, and the damned thing squawked again, "Rrrarrk! That costs extra, sailor!"

"Never mind, you," I said waving it off. I finally got the captain's attention. "I just wanted to know if we had enough supplies to get us to the island…Sir."

"Nay, we'll be scouring and scrounging and taking what we will at our next stop!" he said eagerly.

I looked at Alice worried; I didn't want to be robbing anyone. I was not a thief!

"You know, Pirate King Captain Whitlock, you should man the ship while Emmett and I get the goods. Pirate Kings need a layer of mystique about them to truly become famous you know."

"Excellent idea, cabin girl Alice!" He turned to me and glowered. "You don't let anyone touch a hair on her head," he warned, "Or ye'll be walkin' the plank, matey!"

I was not about to point out that we didn't have a plank. Chances were good his crazy ass would see to rectifying that.

EDWARD

Bella seemed so anxious to have sex, and it was starting to worry me. I definitely wanted her, but I wondered why exactly she wanted me so badly. I didn't want to be the guy who just happened to stamp her V-card. I wanted her for good. I wanted to hide out in her basement and not just be her sex slave, but her friend and boyfriend.

"Bathsard," Jacob squealed as he played with Oliver. Yeah, I knew if Bella heard him swearing, it wouldn't go over well. Apparently, he thought Oliver's name was little bastard. Yeah, I might have had something to do with that, but I put all the blame on Polly.

I wondered what would happen with Jacob when we returned. We couldn't keep him from his true family. That would be kidnapping, and I really didn't want to add another crime to my growing list. I knew Bella would be heartbroken to lose him, and I wondered if Alice would be able to see a way through this that wouldn't hurt so much. I would miss the little guy, too. I didn't have kids, but as far as kids went, he was a pretty cool one.

"Da-Da!" he said grabbing my legs, wanting to be picked up. I did so and tossed him in the air a little, making him laugh. I remembered my dad doing the same with me. I hoped Jake had a good family who loved him. I knew his mother was gone, but Bella had said something about a grandfather. I hoped he'd let us see him. I didn't care where he lived. I'd move us there so we could be close by.

Us. Wasn't it silly how I instantly thought in terms of 'us' now? I wondered if Bella thought the same way.

"Be nice and share!" Polly squawked from my shoulder. I turned to see Bella walking out of the cave eating yam. I figured it should've been effective by now, but that was something hard to gauge. In fact, it might not work at all. She took a few big bites and gave the last piece to Polly. "So good," Polly moaned out, sounding just like Bella in the throes of passion, and both our eyes popped open at her new phrase.

"I did not teach her that," I defended.

Bella shook her head. "I don't think either of us intended for her to pick that up."

I was relieved to see she wasn't upset. "How about we see if we can get her to say my name?" I said wiggling my eyebrows suggestively.

She whacked my shoulder. "Tonight, after we're done with this," she said motioning to the cave entrance. We were covering it so she'd be well hidden from the pirates. We also were constructing a ladder that would make the hole in the main room's roof our new exit from the cave. I had also used some of the sheet metal to fashion a cover for the cave hole, layering it with soil and planting grass on it so it would blend. She could be completely hidden if that was what needed to happen. It would be impossible to find a way into the cave unless you knew how to get into it already.

We had just finished up dinner, when Bella put Jake to bed. Everyone was settled for the night, and I wondered if I'd be able to get enough nerve up to do it tonight. I kept looking for reasons to back out, worried that sex would ruin everything, but she was still so eager. I had been placating her with oral sex and talk of stretching her, but I knew she'd put her foot down soon and demand it. It wasn't that I didn't want to have sex; I just didn't want to do it too soon or at the wrong time. If we were home, would she still want me and be harassing me for sex? Was this just something she wanted to do to keep herself busy? Was this something she was doing, because she didn't want to die a virgin? There were so many reasons, and none of them were good ones.

I really wished I could read her mind.

BELLA

I was going to explode.

Edward had been so hands-off it was driving me insane. The dreams I had been having for the past few days could have put the porno business on the stock exchange. Yeah, they were that good, and who didn't love some hot island loving? It was the stuff good steamy novels were made of. Maybe I needed to be writing steamy island smut instead of the journaling I had been doing all these months about our experiences here. It would probably sell more copies, that was for sure.

Edward was the classic example of a tease. All talk and no action. Okay, there was a little action, but I was getting sick of wanting more. Not that he didn't get me off; believe me, he did. There was a reason Polly started talking like a porn star when she ate the wild yam. I couldn't even find it in me to be ashamed of it, but if he didn't get his cock buried balls deep in me tonight, I'd swear to god I was mounting him in his sleep!

I slipped into our room and stripped. I wasn't even going to bother with bedclothes tonight. I was ready, and I was making sure he knew I was. I lay down on our bed and tried to arrange myself on it in a way I thought might be appealing to him. After changing positions several times and giving up on my porn star pout, I wondered what the hell was taking him so long to get his ass to bed.

"Edward?" I called.

"Coming!" he answered back.

He would be if I had anything to do with it!

He walked in timidly, and when he looked up at me through the dim candlelight, he let out his breath in a whoosh. I was hoping that was a good reaction.

"You coming to bed?" I asked, waiting. His eyes were focused on my breasts, so I gave one a pinch and squeeze, and his eyes snapped up to mine. "You coming to bed?"

He nodded his head yes, moving slowly forward as he dropped his clothes along the way. He cleared his throat. "Are you sure about this, Bella? I mean, you can't undo this once it's done."

I swear I was going to strangle him with my hymen if he asked me that one more time. "Edward, I'm losing it tonight, whether you like it or not."

He looked at me confused. "There isn't anyone else on the island, Bella, are you feeling alright?"

Oh, God, he was stalling again!

"Edward, come on, what's your problem?"

He looked down and then out the entrance of our room. "Look, Bella, I know we're here alone on the island, and it's a stressful situation..."

"Edward, get to the point," I snapped. Mama was horny and wanted to get past this and to the good stuff.

"If we'd been back in the states when we met, you wouldn't be doing this with me," he said looking at me a little worried.

"How do you know that?"

"Because I was a crazy freak that lived in an insane asylum."

"Ah, yes, insane freaking crazy sex, you know, I think I'd like that, too."

"Bella, you're a virgin for a reason, and I don't want you to throw that away."

"I'm a virgin because I've never had anyone worth screwing take an interest in me."

He looked pained.

"Edward, you're totally worth screwing, and just so you know, when we get back to the states, I'm screwing you there, too," I said as I snuggled up and started kissing him softly. He was hard as a rock. I knew he wanted me, and I was glad he'd finally gotten up the nerve to tell me why he was stalling. Any other man would have mounted me weeks ago, but not my sweet wonderful Edward. No, he wanted to make sure this was really right, and that just turned me on more.

He relaxed into the kissing, and all I could think was thank God it was finally going to happen. His mouth had attacked me, and he was all over me. His hands were doing what I now knew was stretching me, the difference between tonight and other nights was every few minutes of working me, he would place his tip at my entrance. "Just a little more, baby, almost there," he said as he rubbed his cock up over my clit, causing me to moan his name and buck in response.

It was going to happen. It was finally going to happen!

He was kissing me hard and wild, devouring every bit of skin he came across as he worked me over. He stretched over me again and tried his tip one last time. It felt like it maybe slipped in a little, and then he froze, not actually going in. I was on the verge of tears. I wanted to scream, "Shove it in already!"

"What?"

"Shit shit shit!" He put his head down on my shoulder.

"What? Why did you stop?"

"The pirates, they're back. If I'm not on shore, they'll send people out looking for me. I don't want them here. I have to go so I can be there to meet them."

"NO!"

"I'm sorry, baby. I promise, once we get rid of these guys, I swear, I'm living inside you for a damn week." He kissed my lips and then licked his fingers, smiling at me. "Keep my dessert warm."

I groaned, rubbing my thighs together, trying to create some friction. He saw my dilemma. "Touch yourself, baby."

I was a little shocked, but his eyes were fixed on me, waiting. I nervously slid my hand down to myself, finding my clit. It didn't feel nearly as good as when he did it. He watched me working myself as he quickly pulled on his clothes, and once he yanked on his shoes, he suddenly dived face first into my cooch and took a mouthful.

Fuck, that was hot. I came hard and fast. He was licking his lips and smiling as he headed for the door.

"Be safe, stay here. I'll come back when I can."

I nodded okay, still floating a little from my orgasm. I would be sleeping good tonight.

But still a virgin.

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