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Chapter 1: Thief
The small jewelled dagger went flying perfectly straight into the air and then back down into the capable hold of slim, soft hands, time and time again.
Jack Sparrow watched as the slip of a girl sitting alone at the docks turned to watch Will and Elizabeth slip from the ship. She caught the dagger deftly and jumped up as they strode laughingly into a tavern.
Big brown eyes, partly hidden from an over-sized cap, darted across the Black Pearl, completely missing Jack's shadowed form. She swiftly darted to the side of the ship near the rope ladder and looked around to see if anyone had noticed her quick progress. Seeing that everyone was oblivious to her she slowly climbed the ladder, dagger tucked snugly into the waist of her baggy boy pants.
Jack felt a smile tug teasingly at his lips as he watched her grin triumphantly on reaching the deck. Oh what an unwelcome surprise this lil' urchin will find when I drag her kickin' n' screamin' to her ma n' pa! He thought silently, and followed her as she silently made her way to the nearest chamber.HIS chamber.
It's locked pet. He almost whispered aloud as she tried the handle. But then she slid to her knees and grabbed something from her pocket and quickly proceeded to flick his lock and door open.
His amused smiled was wiped from his face as she slipped into his chamber, a hearty tune whistling softly from her lips.
This whelp will get a beating good n' proper for this from her pa! He thought as he walked up to his doorway.
Arms folded intimidatingly across his chest, legs braced apart, taking up the whole doorway, and his meanest frown plastered on his face, Jack cleared his throat. "So you've taken it upon yourself to rob me blind is that it?" he asked loudly.
The girl's back stiffened and her shoulders squared as she straightened at the sound. "It's not exactly thievin' if ye own the things yer collectin'!" she whispered and turned to face him with a sheepish grin.
Still, the top half of her face was shadowed by her huge cap, but that husky tone, that crooked smile set upon full, cherry-red lips and the thought of that jewelled dagger had memories washing over Jack. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as her dainty shoulders shrugged under the baggy pirate's shirt.his shirt.
"Katie?" he asked quietly, his voice hardly a whisper. "Dagger?" he whispered, louder this time, using his pet name for her.
Her crooked grin turned into a brilliant smile. "Aye aye cap'n" She said, flipping the hat off her head and letting her short, glossy brown hair tumble just to her shoulders.
Jack searched his mind for something to say but could only draw a blank, the last time he had seen this woman, with her outrageous dagger, her gorgeous smile or even the shirt of his that she wore, had been 5 years ago.
"Well then, if it's you," he paused and she quirked a perfectly arched eyebrow. He swallowed, and forced a relaxed grin as he leaned against the doorframe. "What makes you say you own the thing yer collectin'? This here is my ship, my cabin.and MY things!"
He watched her force back a smile of her own as she pouted prettily. "I thought a husband and wife shared everything.and that therefore, as your loving wife, this is my ship, my cabin.and MY things!" Her pout broke then into a dazzling smile and she laughed before pocketing a ruby necklace.
She made a clucking sound with her tongue. "Also, as your wife, I feel obliged to lecture you on the decorum of having another woman's jewellery in our cabin."
Jack felt his temper begin to boil and he took a quick step forward, loosely grabbing her arm. "If you had been any good kind of wife, you wouldn't have to feel obliged to lecture me on bedding another woman! Because I wouldn't have had to!" His nostrils flared and he glared down at her, growing angrier still as she didn't cower like most others would have, but seemed to grow taller as she through a scathing look up at him. "If YOU had been any kind of husband perhaps I might have actually been a good wife!"
She wrenched her arm frown his grasp and smiled mockingly. "Don't worry, I don't mind what you do here on your ship, in your cabin, or in your very bed! You can have a harem for all I care! I didn't even recognise this as the Black Pearl." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I never thought I wouldn't recognise it but there you go, I didn't know it until I heard your voice."
Jack bit back the sudden jab of sharp pain that she hadn't come here for him, because of him.she hadn't even known he was there.
"Well then, take what ye want n' leave." He said, sounding bored. "It is after all, still my duty as yer husband to make sure ye are properly fed." He said, remembering that the only way to beat her was to not try and match her fire, but to freeze it with coolness.
He walked over and slowly lay down on his back on the bed. "And if ye aren't gonna do YOUR duty as wife, then hurry up, I have a guest who will be here soon." He winked at her and closed his eyes.
He could almost hear her grinding her teeth in anger, but he didn't hear her grab a jug of his favourite rum and pour it over his face.
He sat up quickly, spluttering as he latched once more onto her arm. His hold tightened as she struggled to get away and he ripped her shirt off her and wiped his face dry.
When he was done, he looked up at her outraged face. "You just ripped my favourite top!"
He grinned. "If I recall, it was in fact MY top, just makes me wonder why it was your favourite." With the tug of her wrist he had her suddenly on his lap and she wasn't struggling at all.
She swallowed hard as he leant forward, his lips inches from hers. "Won't you have a visitor soon?" she asked softly, looking away.
He kissed the cheek she presented him lightly, and whispered in her ear. "I'll have to cancel, you see, what I had in mind with my guest would have included the bed, and though she probably wouldn't have minded using the floor or the table even, I think every lady deserves the bed, and as you can see, this bed is suddenly soaked with rum!"
He kissed her lightly on her neck and she yanked away, angry again at the reminder of why she had been furious with him moments ago. "Well then, you'll have to get her to be your housekeeper as well as your whore!" she bit out.
He laughed softly. "I forgot how fiercely possessive you were." He nibbled at her earlobe teasingly. "You hated anyone even touching what was rightfully yours. I loved you for that, for letting me be yours." He turned her to face him and the anger had left her eyes, now there was only the slight well of tears.
"You aren't gonna cry on me are ye pet?" he asked softly. Never in his life had he seen her cry. She had always been strong and proud, why should that change now?
She sniffled softly and shook her head as in 'no' before doing just that, sobbing silently into his chest as he pulled her closer.
Chapter 1: Thief
The small jewelled dagger went flying perfectly straight into the air and then back down into the capable hold of slim, soft hands, time and time again.
Jack Sparrow watched as the slip of a girl sitting alone at the docks turned to watch Will and Elizabeth slip from the ship. She caught the dagger deftly and jumped up as they strode laughingly into a tavern.
Big brown eyes, partly hidden from an over-sized cap, darted across the Black Pearl, completely missing Jack's shadowed form. She swiftly darted to the side of the ship near the rope ladder and looked around to see if anyone had noticed her quick progress. Seeing that everyone was oblivious to her she slowly climbed the ladder, dagger tucked snugly into the waist of her baggy boy pants.
Jack felt a smile tug teasingly at his lips as he watched her grin triumphantly on reaching the deck. Oh what an unwelcome surprise this lil' urchin will find when I drag her kickin' n' screamin' to her ma n' pa! He thought silently, and followed her as she silently made her way to the nearest chamber.HIS chamber.
It's locked pet. He almost whispered aloud as she tried the handle. But then she slid to her knees and grabbed something from her pocket and quickly proceeded to flick his lock and door open.
His amused smiled was wiped from his face as she slipped into his chamber, a hearty tune whistling softly from her lips.
This whelp will get a beating good n' proper for this from her pa! He thought as he walked up to his doorway.
Arms folded intimidatingly across his chest, legs braced apart, taking up the whole doorway, and his meanest frown plastered on his face, Jack cleared his throat. "So you've taken it upon yourself to rob me blind is that it?" he asked loudly.
The girl's back stiffened and her shoulders squared as she straightened at the sound. "It's not exactly thievin' if ye own the things yer collectin'!" she whispered and turned to face him with a sheepish grin.
Still, the top half of her face was shadowed by her huge cap, but that husky tone, that crooked smile set upon full, cherry-red lips and the thought of that jewelled dagger had memories washing over Jack. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped as her dainty shoulders shrugged under the baggy pirate's shirt.his shirt.
"Katie?" he asked quietly, his voice hardly a whisper. "Dagger?" he whispered, louder this time, using his pet name for her.
Her crooked grin turned into a brilliant smile. "Aye aye cap'n" She said, flipping the hat off her head and letting her short, glossy brown hair tumble just to her shoulders.
Jack searched his mind for something to say but could only draw a blank, the last time he had seen this woman, with her outrageous dagger, her gorgeous smile or even the shirt of his that she wore, had been 5 years ago.
"Well then, if it's you," he paused and she quirked a perfectly arched eyebrow. He swallowed, and forced a relaxed grin as he leaned against the doorframe. "What makes you say you own the thing yer collectin'? This here is my ship, my cabin.and MY things!"
He watched her force back a smile of her own as she pouted prettily. "I thought a husband and wife shared everything.and that therefore, as your loving wife, this is my ship, my cabin.and MY things!" Her pout broke then into a dazzling smile and she laughed before pocketing a ruby necklace.
She made a clucking sound with her tongue. "Also, as your wife, I feel obliged to lecture you on the decorum of having another woman's jewellery in our cabin."
Jack felt his temper begin to boil and he took a quick step forward, loosely grabbing her arm. "If you had been any good kind of wife, you wouldn't have to feel obliged to lecture me on bedding another woman! Because I wouldn't have had to!" His nostrils flared and he glared down at her, growing angrier still as she didn't cower like most others would have, but seemed to grow taller as she through a scathing look up at him. "If YOU had been any kind of husband perhaps I might have actually been a good wife!"
She wrenched her arm frown his grasp and smiled mockingly. "Don't worry, I don't mind what you do here on your ship, in your cabin, or in your very bed! You can have a harem for all I care! I didn't even recognise this as the Black Pearl." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I never thought I wouldn't recognise it but there you go, I didn't know it until I heard your voice."
Jack bit back the sudden jab of sharp pain that she hadn't come here for him, because of him.she hadn't even known he was there.
"Well then, take what ye want n' leave." He said, sounding bored. "It is after all, still my duty as yer husband to make sure ye are properly fed." He said, remembering that the only way to beat her was to not try and match her fire, but to freeze it with coolness.
He walked over and slowly lay down on his back on the bed. "And if ye aren't gonna do YOUR duty as wife, then hurry up, I have a guest who will be here soon." He winked at her and closed his eyes.
He could almost hear her grinding her teeth in anger, but he didn't hear her grab a jug of his favourite rum and pour it over his face.
He sat up quickly, spluttering as he latched once more onto her arm. His hold tightened as she struggled to get away and he ripped her shirt off her and wiped his face dry.
When he was done, he looked up at her outraged face. "You just ripped my favourite top!"
He grinned. "If I recall, it was in fact MY top, just makes me wonder why it was your favourite." With the tug of her wrist he had her suddenly on his lap and she wasn't struggling at all.
She swallowed hard as he leant forward, his lips inches from hers. "Won't you have a visitor soon?" she asked softly, looking away.
He kissed the cheek she presented him lightly, and whispered in her ear. "I'll have to cancel, you see, what I had in mind with my guest would have included the bed, and though she probably wouldn't have minded using the floor or the table even, I think every lady deserves the bed, and as you can see, this bed is suddenly soaked with rum!"
He kissed her lightly on her neck and she yanked away, angry again at the reminder of why she had been furious with him moments ago. "Well then, you'll have to get her to be your housekeeper as well as your whore!" she bit out.
He laughed softly. "I forgot how fiercely possessive you were." He nibbled at her earlobe teasingly. "You hated anyone even touching what was rightfully yours. I loved you for that, for letting me be yours." He turned her to face him and the anger had left her eyes, now there was only the slight well of tears.
"You aren't gonna cry on me are ye pet?" he asked softly. Never in his life had he seen her cry. She had always been strong and proud, why should that change now?
She sniffled softly and shook her head as in 'no' before doing just that, sobbing silently into his chest as he pulled her closer.
