Author's Note!
Hello all! I'm sorry it's been taking me a while to put up chapters because classes have started and my time to write for fun has been cut drastically, but don't worry, mateys! I sit in class sometimes and my fingers twitch because I get delightful ideas for the next chapter. I made this one EXCEPTIONALLY detailed and long due to the fact I haven't updated in a couple of days. Thank you to all my splendid reviewers, and take it easy on the rum. You are beginning to frighten me. You know what? What the hell, drink as much as you want...dance like monkeys...slice things with your swords...set things on fire...okay, maybe I wouldn't go that far. But just have fun. Remember, we are really bad eggs and all that jazz!
When we left off, Jack had leaned over and kissed Terrence right in the middle of their fierce fight. Will Gallagher give in to the throes of passion? Will she think he is just using her to calm his lust? After all, our captain has been without a woman in so long and she is basically the only single one available on board... that sounds mighty suspicious if you ask me. But let's find out! We are pirate detectives. (reaches for magnifying glass and turns on Mission Impossible music) After all, Jack has met his match, right? Hence the title. She can kick his lovely booty and stands up for what she knows is right. In this chapter we shall learn a bit more about the famous Gallagher herself and more about the ominous Ghost. (rock on, Gvrnr's Daughter!) To all my reviewers, I hand you a One- Free-Rum coupon valid at the nearest Tavern near you! Enjoy!
Clearly you've never been to Singapore,
PineAppleLint
I gasped under his lips and my eyes widened. It was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced, and believe me, I have experienced my own share of men. Sparrow and I stared at each other as we kissed. He broke away softly...
"Why aren't ye hittin' me, Gallagher?"
I gaped and felt the heat course through my body. I had enough denying myself some pleasure. I would take this one moment at a time. But to my confusion, Captain Jack Sparrow's lips were wreaking havoc on my senses at the moment and I could hardly form words. Jack seemed to sense this and he grinned, flashing his gold teeth, his handsome face flushed with desire.
"Maybe I don't feel like it this time, and I want to see what yer capable of. I 'ave needs meself," I said boldly, trying to cover up the surprise and sudden burst of desire I felt all at once. Jack shouldn't be making me feel this way. What scared me to realize, was that no man had ever given me that much emotion from one innocent little kiss.
"I'm capable of a lot," he said, eyes gleaming and growing darker by the second. "Want to find out?" he added, his hands running up my abdomen, exploring.
"What if I teach ye a thing or two about lust, Captain?" He was still holding me in a tight grip and I snaked one hand into his wild brown dreads and yanked his head down, placing his warm, chapped lips on mine once more, smoldering with lust. He groaned and suddenly pulled me savagely to him, so that there was not a millimeter of space between us. I could feel his rushing heart beat and, ahem, the proof of his desire. The world faded away. We kissed over and over, gasping from lack of breath, not getting enough until...
"Oh my goodness."
Neither of us had said that.
We both broke away from each other and turned to find Will and Elizabeth staring at us with openmouthed shock.
"We...we thought since it was so quiet, you two had gone and killed each other..." Will stammered.
"Yes, we were checking to make sure you were all right," Elizabeth exclaimed with wide eyes.
Suddenly reality hit me like a sledgehammer and I jumped away from him, staring at him, placing a hand over my mouth. What had I just done? Our faces were flushed and our breathing ragged. Then I did something I had rarely ever done before. I blushed.
Captain Sparrow had the audacity to grin like an idiot as he commented, "I thought I ordered you two to stay out while we discussed somethin'."
Will grinned and said, "You sure as hell weren't discussing, now were you? So the rule doesn't apply."
That was it. Filled with humiliation and unwanted desire, I had to get out of there. I wasn't going to stand around and be stared at like I was entertainment, like I was the night's amusement. Trying to keep my dignity in tact, I walked out of his quarters in a hurry, leaving them three to watch me as I paraded out with my head high, and leaving a certain captain very unsatisfied.
I locked myself into my own little room and slammed a fist down on my small bed stand. That caused a loud rattling noise and I cursed wildly. Dammit! Why had I let Sparrow get away with what he just did? Knowing Sparrow, he would use my new-founded vulnerability to his advantage. I wouldn't be safe.
Just ignore the mangy cur, I thought, and make him go mad. I wasn't going to be the object in which he bedded just for kicks.
I suddenly remembered his kisses and closed my eyes shut, squinting as if to rid myself of the memory. Ah, what a nice memory it was... Sparrow was indeed gifted in that category, and he definitely knew how to please a woman. He was no liar. Of course that led me to wondering how many women he had had. Half of me wanted to give Sparrow a verbal lashing.
The other part wanted to be pleased by his touch, and his alone.
I woke up bright and early, before the blood red sun had managed to rise out over the horizon, and before any of the tired crew had hauled themselves out of their cots. I got straight to work, as always and without fuss. If I occupied my mind with something else, I wouldn't be thinking of the night before.
Of course when I thought of that plan, the images began flooding my mind again and I got goosebumps. And it wasn't from fear, disgust, or anger.
I sighed and went to the edge of the ship, staring down at the murky gray water, the only proof that there was a violent storm the night before. The sky was clear and the stars were slowly fading as the pinks and yellows were slowly painted across the heavens as if it were a huge canvas.
"Terrence?" I heard a soft voice say behind me. I turned around to face Elizabeth, who was still in her nightgown and had a navy blue shawl wrapped around her torso.
" 'ello Elizabeth," I said, glancing back out again at the ocean, "Why are ye up so early?"
"I couldn't sleep," she murmured and yawned slightly, "It's such a beautiful morning."
"Aye," I agreed, "So it is. We should be arrivin' at Snidely's treasure by nightfall."
"This shall be exciting," Elizabeth commented, "I have been waiting for something this exciting ever since we ended the curse of the Black Pearl."
"Then ye have gone a long time without an adventure."
"Two years isn't that long, Terrence."
"To me it would be."
Elizabeth smiled and said, "Perhaps you are right. Two years is too long. But getting married a year and a half ago was what I would call an adventure."
"Especially to a bloke like Will," I said, eyes twinkling.
Elizabeth laughed and playfully slapped my arm. She suddenly looked solemn and turned to me. "May I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead."
"How do you feel about Jack Sparrow, Terrence?"
My twinkling eyes soon flashed a warning in her direction. "Why do you ask?"
"Well...last night," she fumbled, "You..."
"Nothin' to explain, Mrs. Turner," I said a bit too harshly, "It was just an uncalled for rash action. It will not 'appen again, I assure ye that much. I would rather jump off this here ship and sink into the deep oblivion of the sea than touch the likes of Jack Sparrow."
Elizabeth sighed and forced a smile to her lips once again; "I thought so, Terrence. You two would kill each other." She laughed nervously and added, "Imagining the two of you together? That would be quite funny, if I do say so myself."
"Well save yerself a laugh, Elizabeth, because it will never happen."
She nodded and said, "Well I best be getting back to Will."
"Yes, don't keep dear husband waiting." Inwardly I cringed for I was being rude and unnecessarily offensive.
She nodded and walked away back to Will's and her quarters. She opened the door and softly shut it, smiling when she found Will still entangled in the white sheets. She was a lucky woman. Elizabeth sat on the edge of the bed next to him and ran her fingers through his deep brown locks of hair. He stirred and looked up at her with those beautiful brown eyes.
"Elizabeth, why are you awake?" he asked and smiled, "There is still some time to relax before sunrise."
"I just went on deck to talk to Terrence. She is quite troubled."
"About last night?" he questioned and grinned.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. I think she may be starting to have feelings for our dear Captain."
"Terrence and Jack," Will murmured and shook his head, "That would be one smart match."
"If they don't end up cutting each other's hearts out with their swords," Elizabeth said stubbornly, "Those two fight more than children!"
"Jack is a little troubled himself," Will said, "He discussed it with me last night. I told him that he had found himself a girl and was incapable of wooing her, then he grew angry, told me he despised the Terrence lass and kicked me out of his cabins."
"He said he despised Terrence?"
"There is a thin line between love and hate, darling," Will reminded her.
"Do you hate me, William?" she teased with a grin, eyebrows raised.
He sat up in bed and cradled her face in his hands as he replied mischievously, "Yes, Elizabeth Turner, I hate you so much that I just want to throw you overboard this very instant!" She laughed as he picked her up in his arms and kissed her wildly.
She broke away for an instant and said devilishly, "I hope Jack won't be too upset, because we are going to be a little late getting to work this morning..."
The wind picked up, causing my black curly locks to go streaming across my face and I stared up at the sails, which were down.
"Hoist the sails, ye dogs!" I shouted and kept my fingers entwined on the helm, "Hurry up! The wind will get us to Snidely's treasure a bit faster!"
At the word 'treasure' the crew went berserk and started heaving and pulling at the sails. I began thinking about the treasure. What would happen when we claimed it? Would everyone go their separate ways? What of the Ghost? Claiming Snidely's treasure was the only thing that would put my weary soul at peace, for the Dancing Horizon did not make it the first time, and I was going to show them that it could be done. In the name of my dead crew and ship, I was going to prevail.
I heard the clunk of boots as they made their way to the helm and I glanced up, finding Jack watching me.
"What is it, Sparrow?" I asked, not trying to even hide the annoyance laced in my voice.
"We'll be there by nightfall, aye?" he asked, walking over with his swaggering step, his fingers moving animatedly as he talked.
I nodded and stared out at the ocean.
He leaned in close to me and murmured, "Ye've been most careful as not to talk to me today, Gallagher. In fact, ye've ignored me quite nicely."
"I've been busy, Sparrow," I shot back, "If we are goin' to get there by nightfall, we need not slack off."
"You were always a good liar, Terrence, I'll give ye that." He stepped closer to me and his eyes locked on mine. "In fact," he added, "I've enjoyed that I've made ye so nervous."
"I am not bloody nervous," I said, glaring at him, "I just want to stay away from you, Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Temptation?" he asked, eyebrows raised and a lazy grin plastered onto his face.
"Disgust," I said angrily, "Now let me be."
He pulled out an apple from his coat pocket and took a bite, chewing slowly before saying, "We will probably run across the Ghost."
"Most likely," I said, "No one said this was goin' to be easy. If we want the treasure, we are goin' to have to fight for it."
"That crew is one of the most dangerous out on the Caribbean, luv," he said before taking another bite, "What makes ye so sure of yerself?"
"Don't worry, Sparrow. I've heard the stories about the Ghost and apparently I am not impressed."
"Ah yes," he murmured, "But stories say that the crew don't have souls. They rape, pillage and plunder without mercy. They even turn amongst themselves."
"Aren't most pirates like that?" I muttered.
"Am I like that, luv? Are you?" he asked gently. I looked up and our eyes met.
"If you're so worried, Captain Sparrow, then you aren't tellin' me the whole story. By the looks of things, ye've had a run in with The Ghost crew."
Jack's eyes grew troubled and he glanced out at the horizon. "Aye," he finally said, "Yer right."
"Please continue, o' wise one."
He raised his eyebrows at me and then continued. "I was young and had a run in with the East India Trading Company. I was a pirate and without ship or crew. I was stayin' in Tortuga with some friends o' mine and we decided to commandeer a ship."
"Let me guess...the nearest ship was The Ghost?"
"Aye. It was docked in the harbor and we made it ten steps until...
FLASHBACK
"Put a cork in it, Thomas, we best be hurryin' if we are going to make way out of the harbor on this beauty," the younger Jack said with an idiotic grin, his long brown hair tied back respectively into a ponytail, and he had no facial hair whatsoever. His sharp cheekbones made him stand out and look almost angelic. But as a pirate, he vowed that he was going to be feared throughout the Caribbean. As a child he had been a beautiful boy but as a man, he was handsome and cocky.
"Jack, why can't we wait till mornin'?" Billy Blackheart asked gruffly, "We are half drunk."
"Correction, Billy," Jack said, his eyes cutting to him, "I'm sober. You twits are bloody wasted."
"Do we have a plan?" Kevin asked, eyes twinkling with the chance of an adventure.
"The ship should be deserted, mates," Jack said, "And good for the taking. But if anyone's on board, slit their throats. Savvy? We want to get out of here without fuss."
"Aye," they all whispered and crept quietly down the dock. They examined their situation with pistols cocked, ready for intruders. The ship was beautiful, with intricate carvings and sturdy wood.
"Amazing," Kevin marveled as they examined The Ghost.
"Should be nigh uncatchable," Jack said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Or at least that's what I'm told."
They were looking overboard, still in awe when they heard a gun shot. They jumped and Jack whirled around, unsheathing his sword. Billy Blackheart gasped and dropped to the ground with a thud, crimson blood beginning to pool around him. Jack stared at the shadow of a man standing across from them, pistol aimed.
"Boys. Would ye be so kind as to get the hell off o' me ship?" the older man growled in warning, "Actually, I would just like to shoot ye buggers and be rid of yeh."
"You killed Blackheart," Jack growled back, "And for that you will pay."
"Don't you know who I am, son?" the man asked and stepped into the dim moonlight. He had greasy black hair pulled back in a black bandanna, and wore all black. He himself was like a shadow of the night. Realization hit Jack like a bullet shot.
"You are Sean Shadows, captain of The Ghost."
"Aye, that would be me." At those words he aimed the pistol and fired again, this time hitting Kevin, who dropped with a gurgle. Jack cried out in anger and took a step forward, but Shadows swung his pistol and aimed straight for his heart. Jack Sparrow stood still.
"You are brave, boy. What is yer name?"
"Jack Sparrow. And that will be the name you whisper when ye die."
Shadows threw back his head with laughter and said, "You are amusing, lad. Really, ye are, but I think I might be killin' you now."
"Well Shadows, you are out of ammunition. I can tell." Shadows frowned and stared at his pistol. Sure enough, he was out of shot.
"So what do ye suggest I do now, Mr. Sparrow?"
"That's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow to you."
Shadows grinned, showing a mouth full of slowly rotting teeth. He unsheathed his own sword, his blade gleaming in the moonlight. "This is going to be yer judgment day, whelp," he growled and stepped forward, slashing his sword in Jack's direction. Jack blocked it and sparks flew. Thomas unsheathed his own sword and ran in to help from behind but in a blink of an eye, Shadows whirled his sword in Thomas's direction and sliced his throat. Jack Sparrow's three mates were dead. Now Jack was going to have to fight for his life alone.
"Ye have skills, whelp, I'll give yeh that," Shadows said and blocked his swing, "But skills are of no use to the dead and decayed."
"Remember that when yeh are plummeting to the depths of Hell," Jack shot back through gritted teeth. Shadows laughed and flung his sword in Jack's direction, slicing his shoulder. Jack gnashed his teeth together from the pain but did not back down. He had cut muscle and it hurt like a bitch.
"Come on Sparrow, yeh will not last one more minute," Shadows said and faked a yawn, "Let me kill yeh already."
Sparrow began swinging his sword and blocking faster and faster, moving on his feet with such agility that Shadows was having a hard time keeping up. Shadows slipped up and Jack finally had the opportunity.
With a yell, Sparrow swung his sword with all of his might and slashed Shadows's skin, from his left eye all the way to his chest. Shadows screamed in fury as blood began to soak his clothes and run down his skin in waves. Jack was about to deliver the killing blow when he heard shouting and yelling. The crew was back! With one last glance at the writhing Ghost captain, he jumped overboard and began to swim, desperately thinking of a place to hide, for if he was found it would mean most certain death...
"So there ye have it, me dove. I handicapped The Ghost's captain, Sean Shadows."
"He is not dead?" I asked quietly.
"Hell, I wished the man was, but from what I 'eard, he is alive and kickin'. He lost his eye though, and his face is terribly scarred."
"I'm sorry Jack."
"It was a long time ago. My mates are dead and there's nothin' to change it," Jack said with a sudden look of guilt. I could tell he wanted to finish what he had started so many years ago.
"Jack, maybe going after Snidely's treasure won't be a wise thing to do. The Ghost will want to see ye dead."
"When did you start caring whether I lived or died, Gallagher?" Jack asked with a sour grin.
"Ye know I don't want to see you dead, Jack," I said. He had his hand resting on the helm, and I placed my hand over it. He stared at it for a moment and smiled, his mischievous eyes meeting mine.
"Are you fallin' for me, Gallagher?"
I ripped my hand away and muttered, "Don't hold yer breath, Captain. I was only trying to give you comfort and here ye are actin' crude."
"I can think of other things that would comfort me, luv," he said, eyes twinkling and with his swaggering step, moved closer to me.
I raised my eyebrows at him and watched him study me. "A kiss would be nice, too," he suggested, smiling, flashing his gold teeth at me.
I stared up at the sky and realized the sun was setting rapidly, the sky already red and orange. The canvas had returned. Jack looked up at the sky also, following my gaze.
"Beautiful," he said after a while and I turned to face him. But he wasn't looking at the sky, he was looking at me. I laughed and said, "Don't start thinking that compliments will get you anywhere, Sparrow. I'm not the kind of girl that can be easily flustered."
"Why don't we try it out and see what can get you flustered, luv?" he remarked and leaned in to me, his mouth finding mine. Our lips met in a soft kiss, tender, gentle. He pulled me to him and wrapped one hand in my hair. My fingernails bit into his chest and my eyelashes fluttered shut, tasting what made Sparrow so delicious. His masculine scent, with the salty sweetness of his mouth. It reminded me of the ocean spray. His hands roamed my body expertly and I grew flushed. I wanted more, so much more that I...
"Land ho!" Will shouted from down below and we broke apart softly and stared out to the west. In the distance, sure enough, there was the island.
The island that would change our lives forever.
I hope you liked this chapter as much as I liked writing it. Please review and be adventurous! A pirate's life for us! So drink up me 'earties, and yo ho until your sides hurt!