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Am I that boring? Well, I'm done here. This story goes on for another 27 chapters in my notebook, but I'm not going to bother typing it all if I get no feedback.
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-SQ
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Meryl sat writing at a rickety desk in a corner of the Imprintor's stately dining room. The candles glowed warmly, casting dancing shadows across her blotted pages. She had been there for almost an hour, working on a design that Will had requested for her new sword. Drawing upon drawing flooded the desk. She paused for a moment to study her efforts.
"Working late?" Inquired a familiar voice from behind her. She smiled to herself as a hand slid down her back and around her waist.
"Jack," She said, peeling away from his affectionate grasp. "please don't do that."
"Why not, luv?" He smiled intriguingly.
"Because," She turned to face him. "because it makes me feel uncomfortable." His hand pulled her to her feet. "And because you have a wife."
He shook his head, seemingly concerned. "Morgan is not my wife!"
Meryl smiled. "Whatever she is, you two are committed. I'm not apt to tearing commitments apart."
"And I suppose you need a commitment too, aye?" He asked in a somewhat dank tone.
"Me?" Meryl laughed haughtily. "I care nothing for commitments. I feel they tie people down. I'm just looking to have some fun before I die."
He looked her up and down suggestively. "You're not planning on dying anytime soon, are you luv?"
She laughed again. "I should hope not." His hand grasped hers. "Why do you ask?"
"Just wondered if maybe you…" His arms slid around her waist. "…wanted to have some fun…" Their bodies pressed against each other. "…now?"
Meryl smiled and drew away from him reluctantly. "Captain!" She scolded playfully. "Now really!"
He pulled puppy-eyes at her. "Do you not love me, m'lady?"
She sighed. "Not in the sense you mean." He fumbled for her hand again. "I'm not concerned about the fact that your spoken for, Jack. In fact, I could care less. I just don't want you." She lied.
"I'm wounded, luv." He said sarcastically. Meryl stared into his dark, charcoal-lined eyes for a moment, wondering if perhaps she should give up this old game and give in. But part of her feared that once Jack had gotten what he so desired of her, he might never bother with her again.
"Goodnight, Captain Sparrow." She turned and fled out into the night, across the deck and back to her room.
Aletté sat on her bed, reading by candlelight. She glanced up at Meryl and immediately began to giggle.
"What?" She asked, annoyed.
"You're beet red, Meryl!" Aletté doubled over in laughter. "Where've you been and who with?"
Meryl plunked down beside her and groaned. "Bloody Jack Sparrow, daft eajet…"
Aletté cocked one eyebrow saucily. "What did he do?"
"Its not what he did." Meryl conceded. "Its what he tried to do."
"Ah." Aletté said. "So he got nothing, then?"
Meryl leapt to her feet suddenly. "Don't go telling Amber or Morgan about this, Aletté Malycho!"
A cry echoed faintly from the deck above them. Both girls pricked up their ears. Suddenly Aletté gasped.
"Oh Meryl!" She cried pitifully. "We've reached land! Oh damn it, Will's leaving now!" Her eyes brimmed with tears. "I know he owes it to his family to be loyal but-"
"He owes you too, Aletté." Meryl interrupted.
She frowned. "Meryl, I but stole a kiss from his bound lips. Truly, I owe him!"
The former shook her head. "No, Aletté, he cant lead you on and then leave you like that." She paused thoughtfully. "Tell you what; why don't you go bid him farewell, aye? We'll stuff your bed to make it look like your sleeping. Nobody but us need ever know."
Aletté nodded. Perhaps a last goodbye would help to ease the pain.
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