Port Royal - Strike Two.
The Sparrow family arrived in Port Royal. They were told by Adam's doctors that he had made wonderful strides and was recovering nicely. He had started to move parts of his body and was starting to try to speak. Courtney cried and James asked to see his on. Jack and Sidi waited outside while James and Courtney visited Adam. Jack agonized. Although happy Adam was doing so well he wondered what he was going to tell James about the night he was locked in the brig? That's all Jack needed was for James to know that it was he who pirated Thomas' ship and he who caused Adam to become sick. When James and Courtney appeared in the hall James had lightened up considerably toward Jack.
"He wants to see you." James opened the door. He smiled at Sidi. Jack was amazed at how much better Adam was. He was getting getting good care and seemed very satisfied. James and Courtney had gone ahead and gotten them rooms at a local hotel and had made reservations for the two at a very exclusive restaurant. They then had made arrangements to hurry up to Montego Bay to prepare the house for Adam's recovery. Jack and Sidi went back to freshen up for dinner. Jack was under strict orders from his father to visit his brother daily. Jack was offended that James would think he'd have to threaten him to do it.
Jack sat on the bed his legs wide Sidi reclining on his chest between them. His hands caressed her protruding belly. The trip to Jamaica went well, except for Sidi who was so seasick she wasn't able to stand up. The only time she was ever seasick was when she was pregnant. She had come farther in this pregnancy than any before and he wondered if it were the smart thing to have had her on a boat. Although in the latter part of her seventh month Sidi was still tiny. He hoped it wasn't an indication there was trouble ahead. It would be great for her to have a baby to focus on and occupy her time while he was away. This was her fifth pregnancy and she was positive it was going to be fine. They discussed names for the baby. According to Sidi no matter what the baby would be named Jack. It would be Jonathan for a boy and Jacqueline for a girl. Jack thinking his name was a fantastic name agreed. Jack pushed her to the bad and climbed on top of her and started to kiss her. Get these the hell off ! He hated the potato sack clothing she had put on to go to dinner. She giggled. You don't like it? Not enough of this? She pulled the cloth tight to display the mamoth bustline her pregnancy had created. "That's right darlin'. Come to papa." He scrambled to pull the yards of fabric up. Sidi laughed and laughed. "Jonathan we have reservations!" Jack pouted. He didn't want to go to some stiff and stuffy restaurant. "Oh!" Sidi pouted back. "We never do anything fun." Jack relented, got up and they got ready to dine.
Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Sparrow walked into the fine restaurant and before a host appeared, Sidi excused herself to the necessary room. Jack waited. The host who's face registered displeasure as the dreadlocked, bearded man approached him. Jack handed the man a nice surprise. " Jonathan Sparrow." The money he passed the man brightened his countenance as he said "Why yes Mr. Sparrow! Right this way Sir.!" Jack was seated in a nice private table as requested. Jack waited for his wife. After an unusually long wait he asked the waiter the way to the necessary. He knocked . No answer. He peeked in. No Sidi. He started to worry. "Where the hell was she?" He walked out to the front to see if she had gone for air. The trip had been rough on her. He was surprised she hadn't lost the baby on board The Pearl as sick as she was. Perhaps she needed air. No sign of her. Jack started to panic. He made one more pass through the dining room and then went to inspect the kitchen and then walked out the back door to find his wife. What is in her head he wondered. It wasn't like her to do something so stupid. He looked around then and saw her perched on the brick ledge of the building. She had shed the baggy dress that had obviously been chosen to hide the gypsy attire she now wore.
He looked up to her "What the hell are you doing? I've been searching forever for you." He chastised her. Ain't safe you back 'ere alone." She gave him a "come hither" look "I ain't 'lone luv." she said in a bad exaggerated cockney accent "You're 'ere." Sidi pulled the neck of her blouse down past her shoulders exposing a beautifully enlarged breast. " 'An its' all yers fer a shillin!" Jack licked his lips. "Come down from there" he chuckled delighted that she had engineered such an erotic moment. She spread her legs and planted both feet firmly on the ledge exposing to him that she had on no knickers. "Half a shillin 'll do fo you dawlin!" He was going to take her right there in the alley. Jack laughed and pulled a shilling from his pocket and put it into her boot. He gently lifted his wife down from the ledge. She locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her tongue was already probing his ear in his mouth and licking his neck. He pinned her against the brick wall as he loosened his trousers enough to do her right there. Sidi moaned excitedly and whispered things she hoped were filth into his ear as the surroundings enhanced the experience of her husband treating her like a street whore. He loved treating her like a dollymop. Dabbing it up in an alley with his ladybird, he was. He was in heaven.
The mood was suddenly killed by a gravelly drunk voice. "Aye man, save some fer da boys." The men behind him laughed.
The Sparrow family arrived in Port Royal. They were told by Adam's doctors that he had made wonderful strides and was recovering nicely. He had started to move parts of his body and was starting to try to speak. Courtney cried and James asked to see his on. Jack and Sidi waited outside while James and Courtney visited Adam. Jack agonized. Although happy Adam was doing so well he wondered what he was going to tell James about the night he was locked in the brig? That's all Jack needed was for James to know that it was he who pirated Thomas' ship and he who caused Adam to become sick. When James and Courtney appeared in the hall James had lightened up considerably toward Jack.
"He wants to see you." James opened the door. He smiled at Sidi. Jack was amazed at how much better Adam was. He was getting getting good care and seemed very satisfied. James and Courtney had gone ahead and gotten them rooms at a local hotel and had made reservations for the two at a very exclusive restaurant. They then had made arrangements to hurry up to Montego Bay to prepare the house for Adam's recovery. Jack and Sidi went back to freshen up for dinner. Jack was under strict orders from his father to visit his brother daily. Jack was offended that James would think he'd have to threaten him to do it.
Jack sat on the bed his legs wide Sidi reclining on his chest between them. His hands caressed her protruding belly. The trip to Jamaica went well, except for Sidi who was so seasick she wasn't able to stand up. The only time she was ever seasick was when she was pregnant. She had come farther in this pregnancy than any before and he wondered if it were the smart thing to have had her on a boat. Although in the latter part of her seventh month Sidi was still tiny. He hoped it wasn't an indication there was trouble ahead. It would be great for her to have a baby to focus on and occupy her time while he was away. This was her fifth pregnancy and she was positive it was going to be fine. They discussed names for the baby. According to Sidi no matter what the baby would be named Jack. It would be Jonathan for a boy and Jacqueline for a girl. Jack thinking his name was a fantastic name agreed. Jack pushed her to the bad and climbed on top of her and started to kiss her. Get these the hell off ! He hated the potato sack clothing she had put on to go to dinner. She giggled. You don't like it? Not enough of this? She pulled the cloth tight to display the mamoth bustline her pregnancy had created. "That's right darlin'. Come to papa." He scrambled to pull the yards of fabric up. Sidi laughed and laughed. "Jonathan we have reservations!" Jack pouted. He didn't want to go to some stiff and stuffy restaurant. "Oh!" Sidi pouted back. "We never do anything fun." Jack relented, got up and they got ready to dine.
Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Sparrow walked into the fine restaurant and before a host appeared, Sidi excused herself to the necessary room. Jack waited. The host who's face registered displeasure as the dreadlocked, bearded man approached him. Jack handed the man a nice surprise. " Jonathan Sparrow." The money he passed the man brightened his countenance as he said "Why yes Mr. Sparrow! Right this way Sir.!" Jack was seated in a nice private table as requested. Jack waited for his wife. After an unusually long wait he asked the waiter the way to the necessary. He knocked . No answer. He peeked in. No Sidi. He started to worry. "Where the hell was she?" He walked out to the front to see if she had gone for air. The trip had been rough on her. He was surprised she hadn't lost the baby on board The Pearl as sick as she was. Perhaps she needed air. No sign of her. Jack started to panic. He made one more pass through the dining room and then went to inspect the kitchen and then walked out the back door to find his wife. What is in her head he wondered. It wasn't like her to do something so stupid. He looked around then and saw her perched on the brick ledge of the building. She had shed the baggy dress that had obviously been chosen to hide the gypsy attire she now wore.
He looked up to her "What the hell are you doing? I've been searching forever for you." He chastised her. Ain't safe you back 'ere alone." She gave him a "come hither" look "I ain't 'lone luv." she said in a bad exaggerated cockney accent "You're 'ere." Sidi pulled the neck of her blouse down past her shoulders exposing a beautifully enlarged breast. " 'An its' all yers fer a shillin!" Jack licked his lips. "Come down from there" he chuckled delighted that she had engineered such an erotic moment. She spread her legs and planted both feet firmly on the ledge exposing to him that she had on no knickers. "Half a shillin 'll do fo you dawlin!" He was going to take her right there in the alley. Jack laughed and pulled a shilling from his pocket and put it into her boot. He gently lifted his wife down from the ledge. She locked her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Her tongue was already probing his ear in his mouth and licking his neck. He pinned her against the brick wall as he loosened his trousers enough to do her right there. Sidi moaned excitedly and whispered things she hoped were filth into his ear as the surroundings enhanced the experience of her husband treating her like a street whore. He loved treating her like a dollymop. Dabbing it up in an alley with his ladybird, he was. He was in heaven.
The mood was suddenly killed by a gravelly drunk voice. "Aye man, save some fer da boys." The men behind him laughed.