Chapter 1: The consequences of a Poncy Hat
Elizabeth had dismissed her maids for the evening and crawled into bed searching for a bit of respite after a week of great changes. Soon, she assumed, she would be Mrs. Turner providing Will would get around to asking her father for her hand in marriage. With these happy thoughts in mind, she considered stealing away to the blacksmith's cottage to see her beloved, but only for a moment. She would not take the chance of frightening her poor suffering father yet again this week. He could have forced her to marry the commodore, but he was kind and loved her to the point of absurdity and allowed her to remain with Will. Therefore she could wait a bit, not long, but a bit.
As she drifted off to sleep a tapping at her window roused her. She looked up to find Will, opening the swinging French doors to the balcony, then he was standing before her looking most dashing in his poncy hat get up from the day before. Sweeping across the room he knelt by her bedside and placed his fingers over her lips silencing her surprise.
"I had to see you." He whispered removing his hand and lacing them through hers. "It has only been a few hours my love," she chided him, raising an eyebrow at his utter sincerity. His reply of "far too long" was lost as he pulled her to him crushing his lips to hers. Any normal woman of her stature would have screamed bloody murder at being accosted in such an improper manner. Luckily for William, Elizabeth was not such a proper young Englishwoman. She gasped at his onslaught, and he took this opportunity to sweep his tongue across hers. This was too much for her and she moaned at sheer exquisite feeling of his long silky hair, running it between her fingers. The thought struck her of what an excellent pirate he was as he plundered her mouth with his own, his hands sweeping the fabric of her white nightdress sending cascades of shivers down her spine as she moaned into his mouth.
Will pulled away and took in her flushed face, and swollen lips her nipples peaked beneath the soft white cotton she wore, the tendrils of hair that gave her a nearly ethereal quality. "I should go before someone finds us, before I can't bear to leave you." "My love," she breathed out staring intently into his brown eyes, "a pirate would never leave his treasure behind." It was within this moment that the woman he knew to be a fierce fighter snapped to attention and pulled him back down to her for an earth-shattering kiss. That sealed his decision, he was after all a young man of eighteen and underneath him was his soul mate offering herself fully to him and she was quite right, a Pirate would never leave his treasure.
"Mr. Turner, you're thinking too much" she playfully whispered as her hands deftly undid the buttons of his over coat and then tossed his hat aside. His shirt was open again slightly at the top exposing his bronzed chest. There must be more of this she mused smirking and began yanking it over his head. Feeling her frustrations he assisted removing his tunic and breeches. The sheer beauty of his body and those sinfully delicious god-like features took Elizabeth aback as she sucked in the breath she didn't know she was holding.
Now he stood before her with a smoldering look in his eyes and pulled her up flush with him, through the flimsy nightdress she could now feel every one of those features including the one standing at attention like a ships mast. "For me?" she questioned and set to work running one hand across his chest, one grasping his length teasing him. He let out a feral growl and grabbed her both hands, holding them in one of his above her head as he untied her nightdress, letting fall in a puddle on the floor. He released her hands and scooped her up into his arms never faltering in his gaze while laying her gently on the coverlet.
The humid Caribbean air gave a languid feel to the evening as William Turner moved his mouth across his lover's body. The taste of her moist skin under his tongue set his head spinning and he nearly plunged into her unknowing of the pain he was to cause. Elizabeth grabbed his hips and eyed him carefully pleading, "You must go slow, the maids tell me this will hurt." He nodded to assure he understood and gazed intently into her eyes as he pushed gently inside.
The feeling of her around him was nearly too much to bear and he buried his face into the side of her neck as he broke the barrier between them, his hand grasping at her hair. Elizabeth's sharp intake of breath was the only sign of her discomfort as they locked eyes again. He grazed her cheek and lips with the back of his hand. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. Her eyes filled with unshed tears as she wound her fingers through his locks and pulled his mouth down to hers marveling at the perfection her life had become.
The breeze floated in from the harbor bringing the salty tang of the ocean air, rustling the linen curtains giving the only sound next to their ragged breaths as he moved himself against her. She rose up to meet his passion closing her eyes throwing her head back. Will turned his mouth's attention to her neck, running his hands down her sides taking in every inch of her soft curves. She was so wet and warm and moaning in pleasure at the slightest touch. Never in his life had he felt such love as her hands worked magic against his back and chest, her long legs hooking around him pulling him ever deeper. He was starved for this feeling and never wanted it to end. "Please Will," she begged between pants, "faster love." He obliged his lady plunging deeper and faster with every stroke until he heard her cries of ecstasy and then he was lost following her over the edge into bliss.
He lay there on top of her feeling his body shaking with aftershocks marveling at the wondrous absurdity of his life. Here the blacksmith's apprentice and part time pirate had successfully seduced the very pliable Miss Elizabeth. Never had he ever believed after all of his many years of unrequited longing that he would find himself in such post coital bliss with his love. He grinned sheepishly at the very thought. Elizabeth had watched the expressions cross his face and was now giggling like a schoolgirl. The sound of her brought him back as he pulled slightly off of her and lay at her side. "I love you Elizabeth." She smiled back at him nestling herself into the crook of his arm. "And I love you Will," she responded gazing up at him.
Meanwhile back on the Pearl
Captain Jack Sparrow was finishing off another bottle of rum while watching in a detached from reality sort of way occasionally muttering, "and really bad eggs." As it was he wasn't really paying attention when Ana Maria rang out yet another string of curses directed at him.
"Ya good for nothing Pirate, where in the hell are we going? "Commodore Norrington will have the entire British Fleet upon us within a fortnight. We're hemorrhaging water. We must go back to Tortuga for repairs." He ducked as a knife whizzed passed his ear embedding itself in the painting behind. Glancing back he eyed the knife in a bored like fashion then casually turned his head back to the ranting Ana Maria. He stood up and swaggered over to her, lolling his head from side to side.
Yelling back in response, "If you'd have let me finish, instead of screaming like a banshee, you would have heard me say." He turned round to address the door, "Why yes we are headed to Tortuga for repairs but we're doing it pirate like so as to throw off the Commodore." Facing her again he yelled, "Instead you insist upon assuming I'm unaware that we are being pursued." " I am well aware," he glowered at her, "that we are being pursued and as I am the captain you would take well to remember that not only am I the captain, I am Captain Jack Sparrow and already have a plan." "I would not take such insolence from any other member of my crew, never assume I would from you just because you are a woman." "Savy?"
Ana Maria was not accustomed to this turn of events, Jack never seemed quite on the correct side of sanity to her. But now the look he was giving her broached no argument and this decidedly ticked her off. "Piss off." She hissed through clenched teeth as she raised a hand to slap his cheek." Having been on the receiving end of many slaps of such nature in the past week, Jack caught her wrist mid air. "Now, now my cheek has suffered enough damage." "I didn't deserve that." This set her off again and Jack sighed heavily and shut her up the only way he knew to silence a woman. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him catching her in kiss.
Elizabeth had dismissed her maids for the evening and crawled into bed searching for a bit of respite after a week of great changes. Soon, she assumed, she would be Mrs. Turner providing Will would get around to asking her father for her hand in marriage. With these happy thoughts in mind, she considered stealing away to the blacksmith's cottage to see her beloved, but only for a moment. She would not take the chance of frightening her poor suffering father yet again this week. He could have forced her to marry the commodore, but he was kind and loved her to the point of absurdity and allowed her to remain with Will. Therefore she could wait a bit, not long, but a bit.
As she drifted off to sleep a tapping at her window roused her. She looked up to find Will, opening the swinging French doors to the balcony, then he was standing before her looking most dashing in his poncy hat get up from the day before. Sweeping across the room he knelt by her bedside and placed his fingers over her lips silencing her surprise.
"I had to see you." He whispered removing his hand and lacing them through hers. "It has only been a few hours my love," she chided him, raising an eyebrow at his utter sincerity. His reply of "far too long" was lost as he pulled her to him crushing his lips to hers. Any normal woman of her stature would have screamed bloody murder at being accosted in such an improper manner. Luckily for William, Elizabeth was not such a proper young Englishwoman. She gasped at his onslaught, and he took this opportunity to sweep his tongue across hers. This was too much for her and she moaned at sheer exquisite feeling of his long silky hair, running it between her fingers. The thought struck her of what an excellent pirate he was as he plundered her mouth with his own, his hands sweeping the fabric of her white nightdress sending cascades of shivers down her spine as she moaned into his mouth.
Will pulled away and took in her flushed face, and swollen lips her nipples peaked beneath the soft white cotton she wore, the tendrils of hair that gave her a nearly ethereal quality. "I should go before someone finds us, before I can't bear to leave you." "My love," she breathed out staring intently into his brown eyes, "a pirate would never leave his treasure behind." It was within this moment that the woman he knew to be a fierce fighter snapped to attention and pulled him back down to her for an earth-shattering kiss. That sealed his decision, he was after all a young man of eighteen and underneath him was his soul mate offering herself fully to him and she was quite right, a Pirate would never leave his treasure.
"Mr. Turner, you're thinking too much" she playfully whispered as her hands deftly undid the buttons of his over coat and then tossed his hat aside. His shirt was open again slightly at the top exposing his bronzed chest. There must be more of this she mused smirking and began yanking it over his head. Feeling her frustrations he assisted removing his tunic and breeches. The sheer beauty of his body and those sinfully delicious god-like features took Elizabeth aback as she sucked in the breath she didn't know she was holding.
Now he stood before her with a smoldering look in his eyes and pulled her up flush with him, through the flimsy nightdress she could now feel every one of those features including the one standing at attention like a ships mast. "For me?" she questioned and set to work running one hand across his chest, one grasping his length teasing him. He let out a feral growl and grabbed her both hands, holding them in one of his above her head as he untied her nightdress, letting fall in a puddle on the floor. He released her hands and scooped her up into his arms never faltering in his gaze while laying her gently on the coverlet.
The humid Caribbean air gave a languid feel to the evening as William Turner moved his mouth across his lover's body. The taste of her moist skin under his tongue set his head spinning and he nearly plunged into her unknowing of the pain he was to cause. Elizabeth grabbed his hips and eyed him carefully pleading, "You must go slow, the maids tell me this will hurt." He nodded to assure he understood and gazed intently into her eyes as he pushed gently inside.
The feeling of her around him was nearly too much to bear and he buried his face into the side of her neck as he broke the barrier between them, his hand grasping at her hair. Elizabeth's sharp intake of breath was the only sign of her discomfort as they locked eyes again. He grazed her cheek and lips with the back of his hand. "You are so beautiful," he whispered. Her eyes filled with unshed tears as she wound her fingers through his locks and pulled his mouth down to hers marveling at the perfection her life had become.
The breeze floated in from the harbor bringing the salty tang of the ocean air, rustling the linen curtains giving the only sound next to their ragged breaths as he moved himself against her. She rose up to meet his passion closing her eyes throwing her head back. Will turned his mouth's attention to her neck, running his hands down her sides taking in every inch of her soft curves. She was so wet and warm and moaning in pleasure at the slightest touch. Never in his life had he felt such love as her hands worked magic against his back and chest, her long legs hooking around him pulling him ever deeper. He was starved for this feeling and never wanted it to end. "Please Will," she begged between pants, "faster love." He obliged his lady plunging deeper and faster with every stroke until he heard her cries of ecstasy and then he was lost following her over the edge into bliss.
He lay there on top of her feeling his body shaking with aftershocks marveling at the wondrous absurdity of his life. Here the blacksmith's apprentice and part time pirate had successfully seduced the very pliable Miss Elizabeth. Never had he ever believed after all of his many years of unrequited longing that he would find himself in such post coital bliss with his love. He grinned sheepishly at the very thought. Elizabeth had watched the expressions cross his face and was now giggling like a schoolgirl. The sound of her brought him back as he pulled slightly off of her and lay at her side. "I love you Elizabeth." She smiled back at him nestling herself into the crook of his arm. "And I love you Will," she responded gazing up at him.
Meanwhile back on the Pearl
Captain Jack Sparrow was finishing off another bottle of rum while watching in a detached from reality sort of way occasionally muttering, "and really bad eggs." As it was he wasn't really paying attention when Ana Maria rang out yet another string of curses directed at him.
"Ya good for nothing Pirate, where in the hell are we going? "Commodore Norrington will have the entire British Fleet upon us within a fortnight. We're hemorrhaging water. We must go back to Tortuga for repairs." He ducked as a knife whizzed passed his ear embedding itself in the painting behind. Glancing back he eyed the knife in a bored like fashion then casually turned his head back to the ranting Ana Maria. He stood up and swaggered over to her, lolling his head from side to side.
Yelling back in response, "If you'd have let me finish, instead of screaming like a banshee, you would have heard me say." He turned round to address the door, "Why yes we are headed to Tortuga for repairs but we're doing it pirate like so as to throw off the Commodore." Facing her again he yelled, "Instead you insist upon assuming I'm unaware that we are being pursued." " I am well aware," he glowered at her, "that we are being pursued and as I am the captain you would take well to remember that not only am I the captain, I am Captain Jack Sparrow and already have a plan." "I would not take such insolence from any other member of my crew, never assume I would from you just because you are a woman." "Savy?"
Ana Maria was not accustomed to this turn of events, Jack never seemed quite on the correct side of sanity to her. But now the look he was giving her broached no argument and this decidedly ticked her off. "Piss off." She hissed through clenched teeth as she raised a hand to slap his cheek." Having been on the receiving end of many slaps of such nature in the past week, Jack caught her wrist mid air. "Now, now my cheek has suffered enough damage." "I didn't deserve that." This set her off again and Jack sighed heavily and shut her up the only way he knew to silence a woman. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him catching her in kiss.