Chapter Three: Tell Me A Story
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters
Thanks for all your replies, they mean a lot!!!!
Rating Warning: I am still keeping this in the middle of PG-PG13, since I left unsaid what everyone already knows. hehe
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Silence sank in between them once again, punctuated by the sound of the fire's fury, burning quickly through the dry palm branches. The wind pushed the flames and forced them to dance, pleading with the burning tongues to kiss the night time sky.
"It must be awful. Being stranded on this island," Elizabeth said in a whisper.
"Oh yes, absolutely horrible," he started carefully. "Though the company is definitely improved while the scenery stays the same."
"Captain Sparrow, I must say I was dreadfully excited when I heard the story, should I say-false story, as to how you got off this island the first time."
Jack's eyes shot back to hers and he listened intently to her long- winded story.
"There he was, Captain Jack Sparrow, the youngest scourge of the sea," she flung her arms out to the ocean. "Being betrayed by the murderous leaches he called his crew. They twisted the knife of honor by mutinying against him in the dead of night. Then, the final blow, as delivered by the nefarious first-mate Barbossa, was to abandon the great Jack Sparrow on an island. There, after killing three of his crew men in the previous struggle, they sailed away, leaving him just one pistol with one bullet. This was to taunt him of course. But, Sparrow soon outsmarted the lot of them. A ship was passing by, manned by the less feared, but same pernicious crew of Captain Blackbeard. With his pistol, he climbed a tree and signaled for the ship by catching the sunlight on the silver. The greedy pirates soon were filled with ideas of old treasures and stories. They came about and docked a bit from shore, rowing the island with greed burning in their eyes. However, Captain Sparrow had already outsmarted them by swimming to their ship and climbing aboard. Taken by surprise, the remaining crew were all forced to walk the plank. Commandeering the ship solely on his own, he fled the island. But not without leaving a little treasure for the now marooned crew of Blackbeard. He took their flag down from mast and slashed his name in the flag with his sword. Then, he let the flag drift off in the water, pulled by the waves to the lonely island where the stupid pirates soon learned the fate of their grand ship. The End."
Jack sat back in surprise. This was sure an improvement from the sea- turtle story he had heard a few times.
"And howssssss is it that you came by that story," he slurred.
"Butler in the house told me when I-," she began but stopped quickly.
"When you what?"
"When I almost ran away to join your crew," she said softly, looking up at him again with equally soft brown eyes. "I thought I would hitch a ride with whatever pirate I could find, just to get out for a bit."
"How old were you then," he asked, bewildered.
"Sixteen."
"Whoa, not long ago then!"
"I'm nineteen now, I don't need your babying Captain Sparrow," she shot back. "How old are you," she asked, curiosity seeping into her high voice.
"Wish I knew, love. Behind this scarf, somewhat beard, tattoos, and layers of clothing I s'ppose younger than I think. I was one of the youngest captains sailing the waters at the time. Maybe that helped the crew decide to mutineer." He stroked his mustache, twisting the edges upward. "Why the sudden interest?"
"Promise you won't laugh," she asked, leaning in towards him until her hot breath spread across his cool cheek. A nervous flair of red burned her cheeks once again.
Ought to learn to control that. Gives away too much, he mused wryly.
"Cross my heart and stick a dagger in me eye," he laughed.
"Well, I always said I was going to be your first mate and," she paused, "your girlfriend, I suppose. I did fancy pirates from the stories." Her teeth bit at her lip and she looked quickly away, regretting the fact that she had even spoken. No doubt she was cursing the rum for making words between them easier.
Jack looked at her curiously. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, embarrassment clearly twisting her stomach up.
"Not a bad idea," he began with a smile, "I am rather dashing aren't I?" His hand swayed upwards and he stroked his chin as if in great thought.
She turned and laughed, the embarrassment gone. He jerked his head back in feigned hurt as she laughed at what he thought to be a true statement.
"In stories, yes. Though I'm not too sure about real life," she said, raising an eyebrow speculatively. Her brown orbs swept over his body and she gave a harsh cringe as she took in his dirty shirt and sand-crusted chest. He looked down quickly, following her eye's direction, and sighed in satisfaction at the rugged sight.
Real pirates don't mind gettin' dirty, he thought with a smirk.
"And little Will? Is he dashing?"
She leaned in again and Jack found himself leaning in, also. The distance between them was lessening with each passing quip.
"Now, he's not a pirate is he?" She whispered softly.
"Nooo," Jack slurred, "no, he's not. Pit of a pansy if you ask me."
She lurched back at his offense to her supposed beloved. However, were Will there at the moment he would be greatly hurt to see the soft humor lighten her eyes and tug at her lips, causing a defeated smile.
"Well, no, he's just learning. That's all," Elizabeth weakly defended.
"Learning to be a pansssssy," Jack slurred again, eyeing the rum bottle that was just out of his reach.
"Learning to be a pirate, Captain," she corrected.
"Well, I hope he becomes one just so we can have a level-headed whiner on the ship. Keeps the rest of us amused," he retorted with a snort. Elizabeth laughed loudly and in doing so her head titled forward and she had to steady herself with her arm, incidentally moving closer to Jack's own hand and tilted head. Jack felt her fingers brush gently against his as she thrust them into the sand.
"I think I am beginning to fancy real pirates after all. Just like in the stories," she replied, her lips so close that Jack could mark each syllable clearly by the clicking of her tongue and gentle smacking of her lips.
"Just in stories, love?" he asked, his heart beating fast.
She thought carefully for a second, letting her eyes wander deeply into his. Her eyes were so beautiful- so big and watery, like the ocean itself, only with a brown the earth could match. She was biting her lip again.
"I suppose not all stories are fantasy," she whispered, letting her breath tickle Jack's lips.
And in an instance his lips found hers. She pulled back in surprise at first, then dove back into the kiss with an unpaced intensity. Jack matched her hunger and brought his hands up to her smooth cheek and neck. He felt her arms wrap around his chest and shoulder, pulling him closer to her. Their tongues danced wildly and Jack dared to open his eyes for a brief moment. He melted as he saw her softly closed eyes and flushing cheeks.
Feeling out of breath, they both broke from the kiss moments later. Jack was surprised to find his breathing heavy and heart pounding wildly. For once, he did not have control over everything and he relished in the idea of being vulnerable for seconds. He had been with plenty of women throughout his lifetime, though none had ever weakened his sharp defenses to the point of being subordinate in control. Never had he before wanted to kiss a women so genuinely and never did he feel a burn of boyish abashment at the prospect. Not even the weak shot of rum running slowly through his veins could ease the pain of caring for a women in a sincere way.
"Tell me another story, Miss Swann," he asked, breathlessly.
"Is that an order, Captain," she asked, a sly smirk spreading across her face.
"Your first one, as my first mate," he whispered.
"Ay, my Captain," she replied before diving into another passionate kiss.
The midnight sky twinkled above the little island. The moon's washing waves caressed the sea with reflections of nights past and nights to come. The moon was set to rise each starry night, just as the stars were placed in it blanket of black to burn through even the darkest of nights. Sailors at sea always found a star to be their guide on such evenings as these. Just as lovers wished upon them in hopes of that one story-come-true that will lead them to the wildest of adventures.
Governor and governess of the Isle of Rum learned to appreciate those stars that night, as both found their dreams form basis of reality by a fireside.
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TBC with two more chapters (
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters
Thanks for all your replies, they mean a lot!!!!
Rating Warning: I am still keeping this in the middle of PG-PG13, since I left unsaid what everyone already knows. hehe
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Silence sank in between them once again, punctuated by the sound of the fire's fury, burning quickly through the dry palm branches. The wind pushed the flames and forced them to dance, pleading with the burning tongues to kiss the night time sky.
"It must be awful. Being stranded on this island," Elizabeth said in a whisper.
"Oh yes, absolutely horrible," he started carefully. "Though the company is definitely improved while the scenery stays the same."
"Captain Sparrow, I must say I was dreadfully excited when I heard the story, should I say-false story, as to how you got off this island the first time."
Jack's eyes shot back to hers and he listened intently to her long- winded story.
"There he was, Captain Jack Sparrow, the youngest scourge of the sea," she flung her arms out to the ocean. "Being betrayed by the murderous leaches he called his crew. They twisted the knife of honor by mutinying against him in the dead of night. Then, the final blow, as delivered by the nefarious first-mate Barbossa, was to abandon the great Jack Sparrow on an island. There, after killing three of his crew men in the previous struggle, they sailed away, leaving him just one pistol with one bullet. This was to taunt him of course. But, Sparrow soon outsmarted the lot of them. A ship was passing by, manned by the less feared, but same pernicious crew of Captain Blackbeard. With his pistol, he climbed a tree and signaled for the ship by catching the sunlight on the silver. The greedy pirates soon were filled with ideas of old treasures and stories. They came about and docked a bit from shore, rowing the island with greed burning in their eyes. However, Captain Sparrow had already outsmarted them by swimming to their ship and climbing aboard. Taken by surprise, the remaining crew were all forced to walk the plank. Commandeering the ship solely on his own, he fled the island. But not without leaving a little treasure for the now marooned crew of Blackbeard. He took their flag down from mast and slashed his name in the flag with his sword. Then, he let the flag drift off in the water, pulled by the waves to the lonely island where the stupid pirates soon learned the fate of their grand ship. The End."
Jack sat back in surprise. This was sure an improvement from the sea- turtle story he had heard a few times.
"And howssssss is it that you came by that story," he slurred.
"Butler in the house told me when I-," she began but stopped quickly.
"When you what?"
"When I almost ran away to join your crew," she said softly, looking up at him again with equally soft brown eyes. "I thought I would hitch a ride with whatever pirate I could find, just to get out for a bit."
"How old were you then," he asked, bewildered.
"Sixteen."
"Whoa, not long ago then!"
"I'm nineteen now, I don't need your babying Captain Sparrow," she shot back. "How old are you," she asked, curiosity seeping into her high voice.
"Wish I knew, love. Behind this scarf, somewhat beard, tattoos, and layers of clothing I s'ppose younger than I think. I was one of the youngest captains sailing the waters at the time. Maybe that helped the crew decide to mutineer." He stroked his mustache, twisting the edges upward. "Why the sudden interest?"
"Promise you won't laugh," she asked, leaning in towards him until her hot breath spread across his cool cheek. A nervous flair of red burned her cheeks once again.
Ought to learn to control that. Gives away too much, he mused wryly.
"Cross my heart and stick a dagger in me eye," he laughed.
"Well, I always said I was going to be your first mate and," she paused, "your girlfriend, I suppose. I did fancy pirates from the stories." Her teeth bit at her lip and she looked quickly away, regretting the fact that she had even spoken. No doubt she was cursing the rum for making words between them easier.
Jack looked at her curiously. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, embarrassment clearly twisting her stomach up.
"Not a bad idea," he began with a smile, "I am rather dashing aren't I?" His hand swayed upwards and he stroked his chin as if in great thought.
She turned and laughed, the embarrassment gone. He jerked his head back in feigned hurt as she laughed at what he thought to be a true statement.
"In stories, yes. Though I'm not too sure about real life," she said, raising an eyebrow speculatively. Her brown orbs swept over his body and she gave a harsh cringe as she took in his dirty shirt and sand-crusted chest. He looked down quickly, following her eye's direction, and sighed in satisfaction at the rugged sight.
Real pirates don't mind gettin' dirty, he thought with a smirk.
"And little Will? Is he dashing?"
She leaned in again and Jack found himself leaning in, also. The distance between them was lessening with each passing quip.
"Now, he's not a pirate is he?" She whispered softly.
"Nooo," Jack slurred, "no, he's not. Pit of a pansy if you ask me."
She lurched back at his offense to her supposed beloved. However, were Will there at the moment he would be greatly hurt to see the soft humor lighten her eyes and tug at her lips, causing a defeated smile.
"Well, no, he's just learning. That's all," Elizabeth weakly defended.
"Learning to be a pansssssy," Jack slurred again, eyeing the rum bottle that was just out of his reach.
"Learning to be a pirate, Captain," she corrected.
"Well, I hope he becomes one just so we can have a level-headed whiner on the ship. Keeps the rest of us amused," he retorted with a snort. Elizabeth laughed loudly and in doing so her head titled forward and she had to steady herself with her arm, incidentally moving closer to Jack's own hand and tilted head. Jack felt her fingers brush gently against his as she thrust them into the sand.
"I think I am beginning to fancy real pirates after all. Just like in the stories," she replied, her lips so close that Jack could mark each syllable clearly by the clicking of her tongue and gentle smacking of her lips.
"Just in stories, love?" he asked, his heart beating fast.
She thought carefully for a second, letting her eyes wander deeply into his. Her eyes were so beautiful- so big and watery, like the ocean itself, only with a brown the earth could match. She was biting her lip again.
"I suppose not all stories are fantasy," she whispered, letting her breath tickle Jack's lips.
And in an instance his lips found hers. She pulled back in surprise at first, then dove back into the kiss with an unpaced intensity. Jack matched her hunger and brought his hands up to her smooth cheek and neck. He felt her arms wrap around his chest and shoulder, pulling him closer to her. Their tongues danced wildly and Jack dared to open his eyes for a brief moment. He melted as he saw her softly closed eyes and flushing cheeks.
Feeling out of breath, they both broke from the kiss moments later. Jack was surprised to find his breathing heavy and heart pounding wildly. For once, he did not have control over everything and he relished in the idea of being vulnerable for seconds. He had been with plenty of women throughout his lifetime, though none had ever weakened his sharp defenses to the point of being subordinate in control. Never had he before wanted to kiss a women so genuinely and never did he feel a burn of boyish abashment at the prospect. Not even the weak shot of rum running slowly through his veins could ease the pain of caring for a women in a sincere way.
"Tell me another story, Miss Swann," he asked, breathlessly.
"Is that an order, Captain," she asked, a sly smirk spreading across her face.
"Your first one, as my first mate," he whispered.
"Ay, my Captain," she replied before diving into another passionate kiss.
The midnight sky twinkled above the little island. The moon's washing waves caressed the sea with reflections of nights past and nights to come. The moon was set to rise each starry night, just as the stars were placed in it blanket of black to burn through even the darkest of nights. Sailors at sea always found a star to be their guide on such evenings as these. Just as lovers wished upon them in hopes of that one story-come-true that will lead them to the wildest of adventures.
Governor and governess of the Isle of Rum learned to appreciate those stars that night, as both found their dreams form basis of reality by a fireside.
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TBC with two more chapters (
