The disclaimer remains the same; I still don't own it, never will. But I'm willing to take Mr. Bloom off your hands either way.
Chapter 3: Rum and broken Candlesticks
Meanwhile back on the Pearl
Ana Maria was at first far to shocked and pissed off to realize what was happening as the Captain violently kissed her. Women in her time and of her lowly stature were commonly used as whores and to escape such an end was to swear off men in their entirety. Not that she was inexperienced in such areas, but those times were few and far between when a man had taken it upon himself to shag her. But under her fingers she could feel the solid chest and smell the tang of the sea air and taste the rum that lingered on his lips. She would make him pay for this. Yes, that's it, her hazy lust filled conscious told her. ~Make him pay shag the bastard senseless. Ruddy pirate. ~
She kissed him back with the same ferocity he showed to her, and nearly knocked him flat on his ass save for the door frame that was now holding them both up. Tumbling further into the room she grabbed his shirt for leverage scratching his chest with her claws as he pushed her back to the dining table never once leaving her lips. Jack with a swipe of his left hand knocked the table's contents to the floor sending the plates and candles to their doom, while lifting her up with his right and savagely depositing her on the surface. She could feel all of him upon her at once as they tore through each other's clothes. His accoutrements were tossed to the floor in an unforgotten heap with their clothing. There heated gazes never faltered, as he remained standing by the table thrusting into her. The beads in his were hair knocking against her cheeks and she yanked them forcefully causing Jack to pin her arms down. "I hate you," she spat and then screamed out as her position on the edge of the table allowed him to hit her just right to sending an explosion of stars into her view. She crumpled back on the table as her spasms sent Jack over the edge collapsing onto her.
After a moment he rose up pulling away and out of her, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She sat up staring at him, mirroring the look of shock and horror upon his face. "Well that's interesting", they said in unison. He stared at her, for once unable to find a quip to get him out of this. He gathered and quickly put on his clothing resetting his accoutrements. His weather-beaten hat now in place and pistol at his side, he sent her a final uneasy look and strode out the door.
Captain Jack Sparrow was not one to be taken by surprise. Had been a good plan to shut her up, he mused until all sane thought had left him as Ana Maria took matters into her own hands. He was shaken more than he had ever been in all his travels as he stalked away from the captain's hall and up to the wheel taking the steps three at a time. The sea would clear his jumbled thoughts and calm him. "Bloody cursed woman," he muttered relentlessly under his breath as the sun rose. He knocked a board by the wheel to reveal a hidden door with a bottle of rum and facing the sunrise he proceed to drink himself into a stupor.
Ana Maria had remained in the hall, too shocked by what they had done to move for several minutes. He had turned and left without so much as a word. Not even a, thanks dearey that will be all. Now get back to work go swab the deck. "Stupid Pirate," she said, but her voice was barely above a whisper. Her body still tingled from his touch and she touched her lips remember the sensation of his upon her. "Lousy wretched good fer nothing pirate," she said again with added fervor and then grabbed her clothes and stomped off to her cabin.
Meanwhile back at the ranch...er umn the Governor's house.
William Turner watched the angel that slept within his arms with a bit of smile playing at the corners of his lips. The singing of the birds announced sunrise was coming to Port Royal and reluctantly he extricated himself from Elizabeth. He gathered his clothes and began redressing when he felt a caress on his back. He turned around to Elizabeth who was standing with him adorned only with her hair and the same cocky smile. "Mr. Turner, let me assist you with that." She fastened his cloak and replaced his hat with a grin as he began to playfully run his hands along her sides.
"Now Mr. Turner, go before someone finds you here." He pulled her in for one final kiss and with a flourish swept out of the room onto the balcony. "I love you." She called after him. "I know," was his reply and then he was gone disappearing in the first light of day into the village.
To be continued....
Chapter 3: Rum and broken Candlesticks
Meanwhile back on the Pearl
Ana Maria was at first far to shocked and pissed off to realize what was happening as the Captain violently kissed her. Women in her time and of her lowly stature were commonly used as whores and to escape such an end was to swear off men in their entirety. Not that she was inexperienced in such areas, but those times were few and far between when a man had taken it upon himself to shag her. But under her fingers she could feel the solid chest and smell the tang of the sea air and taste the rum that lingered on his lips. She would make him pay for this. Yes, that's it, her hazy lust filled conscious told her. ~Make him pay shag the bastard senseless. Ruddy pirate. ~
She kissed him back with the same ferocity he showed to her, and nearly knocked him flat on his ass save for the door frame that was now holding them both up. Tumbling further into the room she grabbed his shirt for leverage scratching his chest with her claws as he pushed her back to the dining table never once leaving her lips. Jack with a swipe of his left hand knocked the table's contents to the floor sending the plates and candles to their doom, while lifting her up with his right and savagely depositing her on the surface. She could feel all of him upon her at once as they tore through each other's clothes. His accoutrements were tossed to the floor in an unforgotten heap with their clothing. There heated gazes never faltered, as he remained standing by the table thrusting into her. The beads in his were hair knocking against her cheeks and she yanked them forcefully causing Jack to pin her arms down. "I hate you," she spat and then screamed out as her position on the edge of the table allowed him to hit her just right to sending an explosion of stars into her view. She crumpled back on the table as her spasms sent Jack over the edge collapsing onto her.
After a moment he rose up pulling away and out of her, watching the rapid rise and fall of her chest. She sat up staring at him, mirroring the look of shock and horror upon his face. "Well that's interesting", they said in unison. He stared at her, for once unable to find a quip to get him out of this. He gathered and quickly put on his clothing resetting his accoutrements. His weather-beaten hat now in place and pistol at his side, he sent her a final uneasy look and strode out the door.
Captain Jack Sparrow was not one to be taken by surprise. Had been a good plan to shut her up, he mused until all sane thought had left him as Ana Maria took matters into her own hands. He was shaken more than he had ever been in all his travels as he stalked away from the captain's hall and up to the wheel taking the steps three at a time. The sea would clear his jumbled thoughts and calm him. "Bloody cursed woman," he muttered relentlessly under his breath as the sun rose. He knocked a board by the wheel to reveal a hidden door with a bottle of rum and facing the sunrise he proceed to drink himself into a stupor.
Ana Maria had remained in the hall, too shocked by what they had done to move for several minutes. He had turned and left without so much as a word. Not even a, thanks dearey that will be all. Now get back to work go swab the deck. "Stupid Pirate," she said, but her voice was barely above a whisper. Her body still tingled from his touch and she touched her lips remember the sensation of his upon her. "Lousy wretched good fer nothing pirate," she said again with added fervor and then grabbed her clothes and stomped off to her cabin.
Meanwhile back at the ranch...er umn the Governor's house.
William Turner watched the angel that slept within his arms with a bit of smile playing at the corners of his lips. The singing of the birds announced sunrise was coming to Port Royal and reluctantly he extricated himself from Elizabeth. He gathered his clothes and began redressing when he felt a caress on his back. He turned around to Elizabeth who was standing with him adorned only with her hair and the same cocky smile. "Mr. Turner, let me assist you with that." She fastened his cloak and replaced his hat with a grin as he began to playfully run his hands along her sides.
"Now Mr. Turner, go before someone finds you here." He pulled her in for one final kiss and with a flourish swept out of the room onto the balcony. "I love you." She called after him. "I know," was his reply and then he was gone disappearing in the first light of day into the village.
To be continued....