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Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at the wooden ceiling, briefly confused of her whereabouts. Suddenly she became aware of what happened last night, or what didn't. She rolled over to where Jack was last night and saw the man shirtless and rolled in a fetal position, she laughed, even asleep and without the alcohol he looked like a glowing god. She sighed, the drunken bastard, she thought. Slowly he stirred and stretched his legs out his full length and let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. Clearly he had no recollection of the night before, and looked at her with dismay. He quickly covered up his look and put on a false smile, "that was great, love" he said romantically in a deep low voice. She smiled broadly almost wanting to laugh at him "Jack, we didn't". He looked shocked and put aback, "yes, yes, I knew that, but our time together" he said trying to make it sound as though he knew what had happened. "Maybe we need a proper introduction" she said pulling on her broken bodice. She gave him her small soft hand, 'Sarah'
'Yes, Yes' he grinned, 'I know who you are, and I am-''Jack Sparrow, captain Jack Sparrow' she interrupted and laughed at him. He got up and sat on the bed, a smirk on his face, 'that I am'. 'If you don't mind me askin' what 'append 'ere last night?" "Nothing" she said, gloomily. "Oh.Oh. I see" he said, disappointed himself. He stood up and arranged his trousers tightening his belt and pulled his dirty white tunic and vest back over his beautiful body. "'is the bathroom?" he asked walking to the other door. "Yes I think so" she said in a meek voice. He opened the dark wood door and looked into the bathroom. It was a good size, with a large claw foot bathtub, a rather dirty looking toilet and a sink with a dingy square mirror hanging above it. He shut the door behind him and she could hear him turning on the water in the tub, and the clunk of his boots and other odd amenities hit the tile floor. She wished she was in there, maybe she could find an excuse. Had to go to the bathroom? But then she would have to, maybe Say she had forgotten something in there? But she hadn't, she had only step foot in here late last night. She heard the splash of his body into the water. She could see his tanned muscular body laying down in the water, his dreads and braids flowing freely, then laughed at the thought of how dirty the water would be.
Through the door came a muffled request. "What did u say?" She asked through the door" "Caf jo Bet me a Mowel?" "What??" she said, "I can't understand you" now annoyed "OPEN THE DOOR SO YOU CAN" he yelled in cocky reply. Reluctantly (quote on quote) she opened the door, trying not to peak "yes?" she asked her voice almost cracking and slightly blushing as she saw some skin. "I seem to have forgotten a towel" he smirked "is there one in the room love?" he asked laughing at her shyness. "I my eyes wont turn you to stone, milady, you can look at me" he said with a wide grin on his lathery face. She blushed and despite her intent not to look, she turned to him. His muscular tanned body, slick with water, and soapy white lather covering his hair and hands, he smirked at her "care for a bath?". She laughed, blushed and was about to agree, but remembered last night, "You need a towel?" she turning around and grabbing one hanging on the back of the bathroom door, and set it on the toilet, taking one last long full glance and slammed the door shut in mock anger. She would not fall into his palm. She sat on the bed, trying not to think of Jack, the wonderful, fully naked man lying not 10 feet away from where she now sat. She could hear the splashing through the door and wondered what it was he was doing. Oh how she wished she was the bar of soap he was using, she hugged the pillow.
Finally she heard the sound of the water draining in the bathroom, thank god, she was getting anxious, and now she really did have to go to the bathroom. She got up and knocked loudly. "'old on a minute" "I 'AVE TO GOOO" she yelled and opened the door. Jack looked at her in surprise, like a raccoon you just caught digging in your trash can, his mouth was wide open and he held a small stick of kohl in his fingers ad he applied it to his eyes, but the door had startled him and there was now a long streak down the side of his face. "Bloody hell woman, I said 'OLD ON" he said, his dignity slightly hurt. "Ere let me fix it" she said gently. She came close to him and licked her finger, erasing the long line on the side of his face, and lacing her hand around his to get the kohl, trying to be as taunting as she could. She took the kohl and held his whiskered face with the palm of her left hand, and slowly retraced his eyes with the slick black liner. When she was done he moved closer to her and put his arms around her gently. He turned her towards the sink and made as to kiss her, but when instead over her shoulder to look at himself in the mirror. She scoffed and hit his face, hard, but playfully, he flashed her his sexy gold tooth, "jus playing love" and started to kiss her. "Wait, wait!" she said, and pushed him out, despite the look of dismay on his face. She still had to go. "I'm going to take a shower now" she said, in her sexiest voice and began to strip and turn on the silver faucet of the tub, testing the water. A muffled noise much like a whimper came from the other side of the door. She could imagine him, leaning against the door, a sly grin on his face, trying to see if she would let him in. She made no reply, grinning at the thought of him again, and got into the water. "Do you have a towel love?" He said smugly from the other side. She looked around the small bathroom, "FUCK"
((**Note: 1. of course I do not own Jack Sparrow, as much as it would please me to keep him in a cage in my basement 2. I don't know allot of the language they may have used, thus inserting FUCK for situations I would say fuck in.))
Slowly she opened her eyes and looked at the wooden ceiling, briefly confused of her whereabouts. Suddenly she became aware of what happened last night, or what didn't. She rolled over to where Jack was last night and saw the man shirtless and rolled in a fetal position, she laughed, even asleep and without the alcohol he looked like a glowing god. She sighed, the drunken bastard, she thought. Slowly he stirred and stretched his legs out his full length and let out a soft groan and opened his eyes. Clearly he had no recollection of the night before, and looked at her with dismay. He quickly covered up his look and put on a false smile, "that was great, love" he said romantically in a deep low voice. She smiled broadly almost wanting to laugh at him "Jack, we didn't". He looked shocked and put aback, "yes, yes, I knew that, but our time together" he said trying to make it sound as though he knew what had happened. "Maybe we need a proper introduction" she said pulling on her broken bodice. She gave him her small soft hand, 'Sarah'
'Yes, Yes' he grinned, 'I know who you are, and I am-''Jack Sparrow, captain Jack Sparrow' she interrupted and laughed at him. He got up and sat on the bed, a smirk on his face, 'that I am'. 'If you don't mind me askin' what 'append 'ere last night?" "Nothing" she said, gloomily. "Oh.Oh. I see" he said, disappointed himself. He stood up and arranged his trousers tightening his belt and pulled his dirty white tunic and vest back over his beautiful body. "'is the bathroom?" he asked walking to the other door. "Yes I think so" she said in a meek voice. He opened the dark wood door and looked into the bathroom. It was a good size, with a large claw foot bathtub, a rather dirty looking toilet and a sink with a dingy square mirror hanging above it. He shut the door behind him and she could hear him turning on the water in the tub, and the clunk of his boots and other odd amenities hit the tile floor. She wished she was in there, maybe she could find an excuse. Had to go to the bathroom? But then she would have to, maybe Say she had forgotten something in there? But she hadn't, she had only step foot in here late last night. She heard the splash of his body into the water. She could see his tanned muscular body laying down in the water, his dreads and braids flowing freely, then laughed at the thought of how dirty the water would be.
Through the door came a muffled request. "What did u say?" She asked through the door" "Caf jo Bet me a Mowel?" "What??" she said, "I can't understand you" now annoyed "OPEN THE DOOR SO YOU CAN" he yelled in cocky reply. Reluctantly (quote on quote) she opened the door, trying not to peak "yes?" she asked her voice almost cracking and slightly blushing as she saw some skin. "I seem to have forgotten a towel" he smirked "is there one in the room love?" he asked laughing at her shyness. "I my eyes wont turn you to stone, milady, you can look at me" he said with a wide grin on his lathery face. She blushed and despite her intent not to look, she turned to him. His muscular tanned body, slick with water, and soapy white lather covering his hair and hands, he smirked at her "care for a bath?". She laughed, blushed and was about to agree, but remembered last night, "You need a towel?" she turning around and grabbing one hanging on the back of the bathroom door, and set it on the toilet, taking one last long full glance and slammed the door shut in mock anger. She would not fall into his palm. She sat on the bed, trying not to think of Jack, the wonderful, fully naked man lying not 10 feet away from where she now sat. She could hear the splashing through the door and wondered what it was he was doing. Oh how she wished she was the bar of soap he was using, she hugged the pillow.
Finally she heard the sound of the water draining in the bathroom, thank god, she was getting anxious, and now she really did have to go to the bathroom. She got up and knocked loudly. "'old on a minute" "I 'AVE TO GOOO" she yelled and opened the door. Jack looked at her in surprise, like a raccoon you just caught digging in your trash can, his mouth was wide open and he held a small stick of kohl in his fingers ad he applied it to his eyes, but the door had startled him and there was now a long streak down the side of his face. "Bloody hell woman, I said 'OLD ON" he said, his dignity slightly hurt. "Ere let me fix it" she said gently. She came close to him and licked her finger, erasing the long line on the side of his face, and lacing her hand around his to get the kohl, trying to be as taunting as she could. She took the kohl and held his whiskered face with the palm of her left hand, and slowly retraced his eyes with the slick black liner. When she was done he moved closer to her and put his arms around her gently. He turned her towards the sink and made as to kiss her, but when instead over her shoulder to look at himself in the mirror. She scoffed and hit his face, hard, but playfully, he flashed her his sexy gold tooth, "jus playing love" and started to kiss her. "Wait, wait!" she said, and pushed him out, despite the look of dismay on his face. She still had to go. "I'm going to take a shower now" she said, in her sexiest voice and began to strip and turn on the silver faucet of the tub, testing the water. A muffled noise much like a whimper came from the other side of the door. She could imagine him, leaning against the door, a sly grin on his face, trying to see if she would let him in. She made no reply, grinning at the thought of him again, and got into the water. "Do you have a towel love?" He said smugly from the other side. She looked around the small bathroom, "FUCK"
((**Note: 1. of course I do not own Jack Sparrow, as much as it would please me to keep him in a cage in my basement 2. I don't know allot of the language they may have used, thus inserting FUCK for situations I would say fuck in.))