GOD I so have no life I just KEEP updating! I hope nobody's complaining tho *sheepish grin, kills the sheep trying to
steal it's grin back*
Milady*Sparrow: Thankee v. muchly, glad ur still liking it. The flashbacks are little all over the place so I hope I'm
getting them right, lol.
quiet-one145: Ooooh damnit I'm sorry *removes fish hook from ur mouth* damn, I got blood on ur shirt and everything :S
Hee hee seriously tho thanx soo much, u were my first reviewer so I'm so glad that ur still hanging in there and putting
up with me, :D.
Lilith Hollow: Yay! Splendiforous! Luv that word :D! Thankee, I like Jade, I hope she ain't Mary Sue-ish, but I think
she's too much of a moody cow to be one, lol. Plus Will kinda hates her so I don't think u can have a main character
hating them and them still being a Mary Sue and ooh I'm babbling again.... hee hee *clamps mouth shut*
I am honestly trying to space it all out more, but last time I dumped loads of spaces in and it all still looked crammed
together so I'm just gonna have to space like a mad woman. Oh and this chapters kinda long and has mildly smutty bits
in it. Enjoy.....
*7*
"Now I'm havin' a thought Jade, actually I'm having a lot of thoughts but my main one runs along the lines of: how about
you start coughing up some information about what you're planning?" said Jack loudly as he followed Jade, attracting the
attention of the assorted crew members on the Pearl. "Nothin' you need to worry about Jack." said her retreating back,
her voice once again cool, confident, in control. Not the intimate voice he'd heard in the cabin. "I'm worryin' simply
BECAUSE you keep insisting it's nothing for me to be worrying about Poppet." he said, dodging round one of her crew in a
bid to keep up with her as she marched towards her own boat. Jumping up on to the board across the two ships, she set
across, only for the loud thud behind her to indicate Jack was continuing to tail her. Gritting her teeth, she slowed
as he called after her "You might as well start talking luv., 'cause we both know I haven't told you the whole route yet.
And at this rate I'm just goin' to have to follow you and your pot-holed little bucket of a ship all the way there
anyway."
Overcome with a sharp flare of anger, Jade swung round, her fist raised. Jack caught her wrist in a tight grip
before her backhand could meet his face, the bones in her arm grinding together as their eyes met. The board they both
stood on rocked precariously from the swift movements. "You're not following me anywhere Sparrow. And it's not a
pot-holed old bucket of a ship, it's an antique." she said with icy, manic sarcasm, flashing him a wide, crazed grin.
Crew members from each ship glanced nervously from one to the other, having now established a very amiable relationship
between the two not really wishing to start fighting again. The fact that both of their Captains were dangerously
wobbling over the middle of the Meditteranean did not help things. His black eyes burnt into hers "How are you gonna
stop me following you luv.? The sea's free terrain last time I checked." he smirked, only for her to rip her hand out
of his grip and aim a punch again. The board shifted alarmingly and Jade's balance went, pitching her round before Jack
grabbed her round the waist and pulled her up again.
Anger at least for now held in check as she waited for the board to stop rocking, Jade allowed her back to be pressed up
against Jack, swallowing nervously as his arms tightened round her waist. His breath stirred the hair around the nape
of her neck as he leant into the curve of her neck and murmured against her ear "Your decision luv. You can try and
punch me again and you can go for a swim, or we can talk." Jack felt her tremble either with rage or something else and
grinned, trying to ignore the luscious smell of her hair. "Fine, let's talk." she said through gritted teeth, tugging
to be released. "Sure you can stand without me luv.?" he said teasingly, only to have his foot stamped on. Grimacing,
he turned to the rest of the crew on his ship "We'll be stopping in Tortuga lads and ladies, so we can assess our
plans."
Jade stepped across onto her own ship and marched to her cabin, giving Will and Elizabeth a nod as she went past "Liz.
Will." Will gave Elizabeth a confused look "Since when have you been Liz?" he said, trying to keep the suspicion from
his voice. Elizabeth shrugged and smiled "She's the only one who calls me it. I like it." They looked up to see Jack
following after her "Getting yourself in trouble again Jack? Done anything you didn't deserve to get slapped for yet?"
said Will, grinning teasingly at his friend as he swayed past him. "I'll try and avoid it mate, old Jade doesn't slap,
she punches." called Jack back to them as he continued inside the cabin.
Upon entering, he saw Jade had removed her hat, and her huge jacket, and was lying on her bed staring up at the ceiling.
Jack contemplated pushing his luck and trying to join her on the bed, but didn't quite want to risk a black eye marring
his pretty looks, and so sat down on the chair instead. "You know what Barbossa did to me." she said, so quietly he
almost didn't hear her. He nodded, clearing his throat nervously and fiddling, shuffling bits of paper around on her
desk as darkness filled up his chest. "Yeh, I knew. How couldn't I have?" She continued to stare at the ceiling, her
eyes blank and empty and dead, one hand almost absentmindedly tangling itself in her hair.
"I was an innocent, before then. True I lived in a corrupt world with debauched people but I'd never had that corrupt
nature happening to me, right in front of me. He bought me like a dog, and beat me like a dog, and trained me, like a
dog. I was nothing, I was barely human, I was a piece of meat, a possession. All I ever did was take, all I ever did
was endure. I let him flow over me like water in a bid to keep myself alive and all I did was kill myself by soaking up
all the evil in him until I was just as bad. A light can't survive when it's choking in darkness. I tried to tell
myself that I wasn't really there, I wasn't really seeing the things I was seeing, and so none of it really mattered.
He humiliated me, he degraded me."
Jade slowly sat up, eyes bright with tears that she would not shed as she looked at Jack. "All I ever wanted since the
day that bastard scum bought me, was to be free. And every time I think I am I can feel the memory of what he did to me
deep in my guts, holding me down where I'm trapped and there's nowhere for me to escape to. I can't stop feeling the hate
and anger he tied around my neck like a possession tag and I CAN'T let that anger go until I see him pay." she hissed
vehemently, trying in vain to hold the anger in. "He's dead Jade. I saw to it myself. D'you think I didn't want
revenge on him as much as you do?" said Jack, feeling the heat of his own hate that he thought had been stored away coming
up beneath his tongue. Not just revenge for himself, but revenge for Jade too. Her words had hit him sharp inside his
stomach until every word that crept from her mouth physically pained him. He should have killed him sooner. She had
been everything that was sweet and innocent and everything that he had never been and he'd let Barbossa destroy that.
Jade gave a small chuff of laughter, the eyes still dead, maliciously half-lidded as she sat up on her knees and crawled
to the end of the bed. "But Jack, you're not a woman. You're not capable of the same kind of hate." There was a pause
before she straightened swiftly, controlling her emotions, blinking to set the tears back. She began speaking, coldly,
professionally, with a bitter sweet tinge to her voice that fascinated and horrified Jack all at once.
"I'm going to Isla de Muerto. And when I get there, I am going to bring Barbossa back from the grave. The curse suited
him, I was happy under its destruction because he would never know happiness again. So I am going to take those coins
he loved so much to spend, and I am going to take him, and his hell-pit crew, to the Minotaur tunnels. They exist under
the mountain for miles in twists and turns that dozens of pirate crews have hidden in and never come out of again, losing
themselves in the endless dark. And I am going to see to it, that they never, leave that place again, and are never
free to live or die, with that Curse that fitted them so perfectly, upon them forever."
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**They had found a secluded little cove nestled into a larger island with remnants of a ship wreck strewn across the
beach. A ship wreck, Jack had shrewdly concluded, meant survivors, who had no choice but to come to this island. There
was no other one for miles. And survivors, meant the bounty they had taken with them from the ships. They had sailed
close in before dropping the anchor and going out with the rowboats. For once, Barbossa was bringing Jade along with the
group that were to go ashore. Ever since the 'incident' in the galley, his suspicion of his little pet had gone up once
more, to the extent that he didn't trust her to be left on the boat out of his eyesight. No doubt he had also grown
wary of her due to the time she spent now abovedecks. Under Jack's instruction, she now tended to the ship just like
every other crew member.
"It'll be more work for the girl Cap'n." Barbossa had said, eyes narrow with mistrust before Jade had shot in swiftly.
"I don't mind the extra work." The look between her and Jack was swift but charged before she ducked her head down again.
Of course most of the rest of the crew were too impatient to teach her anything but the elementaries of what she needed
to know, and so Jack had got further opportunity to spend time with her, showing her how to lift the sail without being
dragged up by the pull of the wind, making her climb up to the crow's nest. Whenever he showed her things in more
intimate ways, moving her hands to the right places on the ropes, moving her round by that narrow waist of hers, he would
catch the barely contained look of fuming anger on Barbossa's face and had smirked despite himself. A fabulous addition
to enjoying Jade was how much it infuriated Barbossa, and it delighted him to push the first mate to his limits,
twirling a lock of Jade's hair absentmindedly between his fingers, paying her far more attention than Barbossa knew was
merited. But still he knew Jade was terrified of the repurcussions of his actions, which would be put upon her, and so
had to an extent controlled himself. At first he had attempted to convince himself that he only found interest in Jade
because it riled Barbossa, a man he deeply mistrusted. But the lie had not lasted long within himself. She was
beautiful, and funny, and tough as boots despite her sweetness. The tricks she played with Barbossa showed her to have
the makings of a pirate, and her eagerness to learn further demonstrated that. He was slowly liking her more and more,
as a person. It amused Jack to realise that she was one of the first women he had not had sex with that he had bothered
with in the slightest. Getting to know women had always been for one thing, and whilst he wanted her that was not all
she was. "I'm getting soft in my old age" he sighed to himself on more than one occasion.
The group of the crew that had come ashore trawled up the beach, the sand hot under their feet, glancing down at the
jestsum from time to time when suddenly they all jumped at the loud "AH HAH!" from Jack. Spinning sharply, they all
saw him kicking a rowing boat that had been hidden beneath branches to be obscured from the sea. "Captain Jack Sparrow's
never wrong boys. Survivors!" he exclaimed, giving the boat another kick as if to convey its solid nature to them.
"They couldn't 'ave gone far, if they were carryin' things and some of 'em were probably wounded." commented Bo, a tall
thick-set black crew member with scars and adornments all over his face. Jack motioned for them all to follow, giving
Jade a reassuring wink as she looked uncertainly about her. Having been on a ship for the past four months, a ground
that did not move seemed distinctly abnormal and she realised much to her mixed amusement and horror that she was moving
like Jack. Catching on very swiftly to the fact that she was meant to be being quiet, she crept into the darkness of the
trees with the rest of the crew, keeping an eye on Jack's hat a couple of feet before her as an indication of where she
was meant to be going. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, she assumed she would not have any problems until she
found herself tripping over a tree root. As the ground came up to meet her she managed to crumple her body into a ball
before she hit. After the initial thud she rolled herself away to prevent herself from making anymore noise, straightening
to find Barbossa towering over her with gritted teeth. As he gripped her arm with a bruising tightness, Jack came over
and brushed him away. "Best stick with me luv., if you're gonna be trying to wake the dead." Towing her after him by
the wrist, he tried not to grin too much at the murderous look in Barbossa's eye.
They hadn't travelled much further when the trees started to give way into a clearing. Jack stopped suddenly, in case
there was anyone in the clearing, but before he could fully establish the safety of the situation, Jade had bumped into
him from behind at his sharp stop, sending him flailing forwards.
And straight into a lake.
Coming up spluttering to the loud laughter of the rest of the crew, Jack was about to yell furious orders for silence
when he noted their laughter was not just of derision but of delight. Turning, he saw the clearing was scattered with
boxes and chests from the survivors, who were now reduced to skeletons in finery. Bo had already launched himself
forward and threw open the closest crate. "Got ourselves some RUM boys!" he yelled, much to the increased fervour of the
crew, so that several began flying about the clearing to open up boxes and see what they could find. "We've hit
the jackpot lads!" declared Barbossa to the grinning crew. Jack waved an arm for some rum to be given to him and a bottle
was thrown across which he caught easily. "I'm really terribly sorry Captain sir." said Jade, standing nervously at the
edge of the lake with a hand out to help the dripping Jack out. Barbossa's sly eye was on her, and he tugged her back
"Yes that was a stupid mistake wasn't it lass? What's say you make it up to the Cap'n hmmm?" he said, a nasty smile
tugging at the corner of his mouth. Both Jack and Jade viewed him suspiciously as the crew, though still scattering and
squabbling over rum, pricked up their ears at the prospect of something interesting. Barbossa looked round at the crew,
playing up to the audience. "What's say Jade gives the Cap'n a nice wash?" The crew roared with laughter and agreement,
settling themselves down for what looked like it would be a while. One of the crew had found a violin in one case and
was playing it with all the ability of an armless tone deaf monkey, and the others were laying into the alcohol they had
found.
Whatever Jack had been expecting Barbossa to say, it had not been that. Despite himself, a slow grin crept across his
face. Whether Barbossa was playing with them or not, it gave him a rare opportunity to have Jade near him. "Sounds like
a good idea to me." he said, unable to stop the smugness emitting from his voice as he relaxed against the edge, kicking
his boots off and throwing them onto dry land. He had to clench his teeth against laughter as he saw the utterly furious
look on Jade's face, and felt a sudden ashamed wash of sorrow. This must be utterly humiliating for her. Barbossa could
not more obviously have demonstrated that Jade was his whore to pass on to who he chose if he had said it.
"It's either him y'wash Pet, or the entire crew." said Barbossa gruffly, flashing her a wicked grin as the crew all
yelled their willingness for her to take up that option. Eyes positively glowing with anger that for once she did not
even attempt to hide from Barbossa, she stepped stiffly towards where Jack was. The crew gave a raucous moan of
disapointment before giving another yell accompanied by wolf whistles as she stripped off her dress angrily, leaving her
thin under dress on.
Jack threw off his shirt and then his trousers, getting himself in a bit of a lather when he couldn't pull his
shirt up off his head, his attempt to look casual about this pretty much ruined, before relaxing against the ledge in
the lake in what he hoped was an uncaring pose.
The water made the thin undergarment cling to her body but her eyes flickered around, at the water, at the clearing, at
anything but him as she slowly waded over to him. Jack watched her take a long trembling breath before scooping some
water up in her hands and skimming them over his chest.
And that was where it all started to get... just a little bit... hazy. The heat of her hands felt like they were
everywhere as she gently rubbed water across the dirt and scars on his body, caressing, cleansing, whatever it was he
didn't care because she was touching him and it was making him feel like he was nothing but raw nerves. First his arms,
her fingers slipping along them delicately, linking for the briefest second with his own long fingers before her hands
continued, washing, touching. He had to bite down on a groan as his eyes drifted shut, his breath hitching in his throat
as her hands smoothed over his stomach, around his waist, up in little tickling circles. He snapped his eyes open again,
wanting to look at her even if she wouldn't look at him.
She was so stunning...
It was all he could do not to just drag her to him and plaster her body up against his to feel the heat of her. Either
it had been far too long without a woman or she was just intentionally trying to kill him by being so beautiful. He
knew exactly where he wanted her to touch him, but also knew there was no chance in Hell of her venturing anywhere
untoward with Barbossa on the same planet as them. Well then he'd take whatever he could get of her. Her touch was
provoking a physical ache that he found himself battling to control as it filled him up with a blinding strength. Her
hands trailed up to his neck, inscribing gentle mesmeric circles and he couldn't help the moan that crept out from his
throat, her fingers coiling round the back of his neck. He tilted his head aside to give her access, but leant into the
touch, seeing her eyes nervously coming up and locking them in a heavy-lidded stare. He brought his hand trickling with
water up to her face, skimming his long fingers along her jawline.
"Please don't." her eyes spoke volumes of fear as her whispered voice cracked "He'll kill me.".
Jack's gaze flickered from that gorgeous mouth to those terrified eyes but continued to stroke her face, his thumb
brushing across her lips, followed by his fingers. She didn't try to stop him, her breathing harsh. All he had to do,
was just lean forward...
"Don't you worry about Barbossa," he murmured "I can handle him, with my little finger.". He tickled her cheek gently
with the aforementioned finger to prove his point, and the fear in her eyes was dimmed slightly as she broke into a
reluctant giggle. Dear God if he'd wanted her before this was only going to make his life all the more difficult.
Later, as an extremely drunk crew began gathering things up and Jack and Jade had dressed themselves, Jack looked around
the clearing for anything that they might have missed. Barbossa and a few remaining members of the crew were closing up
some chests with remnants from others crammed into the top. Jade was collecting up weapons from the skeletons at
Barbossa's instruction. Swaying over to the skeletons near Jade, he leant down next to them and began rummaging through
the pockets, flashing Jade a cheeky grin. He was pleased the only look he received was an exasperatedly amused one, and
not one of disgust. Women with weak stomachs were such a bother. Finding a few gold coins on the first few skeletons
and not much else, he rounded a boulder to encounter a skeleton that had clearly been a woman. Tipping his hat
respectfully he knelt down next to her, and spied some earrings that had clearly fallen from her rotting ears, onto her
lap. "Sorry luv., but I don't reckon you'll be needing these anymore." he said quietly, collecting them up.
"Pssst, Jade." he whispered, throwing one of the earrings at her. She caught it nimbly and flicked it through her
fingers. "Far too gaudy a thing for the likes of this lovely woman." he teased sarcastically, receiving an acidic look.
"It's beautiful. What are these stones?" she asked in a low voice, her eyes cautiously trailing to the remaining crew.
"It's Jade luv., like you. So it's yours." he said, stepping close. She opened her mouth to protest but he put a
shushing finger to his own lips. "Yours. I'll give you the other one when old Barbossa's not around 'ey?" he said
quietly, that charmingly wicked grin gracing his lips as he walked off. Jade smiled despite herself, and hid the earring
in her pocket. It was stupid to keep it, she knew that. But it was small rebellions like this that made her life seem
more bearable the way it was now. And coming from Jack, the gift seemed even more special. She clamped her teeth down
and tried to force out thoughts such as this as she headed back over to Barbossa.
"Are we goin' now my love?" she inquired in her sugary tones, handing him the swords she had collected. "Aye girly. Get
yourself movin'."
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Hmmmmmm yeeeees, I think my chapters are getting worse :S. Tell me if it all seems to OTT, and I'll hit myself over the
head with a ladle :D. XXXX
steal it's grin back*
Milady*Sparrow: Thankee v. muchly, glad ur still liking it. The flashbacks are little all over the place so I hope I'm
getting them right, lol.
quiet-one145: Ooooh damnit I'm sorry *removes fish hook from ur mouth* damn, I got blood on ur shirt and everything :S
Hee hee seriously tho thanx soo much, u were my first reviewer so I'm so glad that ur still hanging in there and putting
up with me, :D.
Lilith Hollow: Yay! Splendiforous! Luv that word :D! Thankee, I like Jade, I hope she ain't Mary Sue-ish, but I think
she's too much of a moody cow to be one, lol. Plus Will kinda hates her so I don't think u can have a main character
hating them and them still being a Mary Sue and ooh I'm babbling again.... hee hee *clamps mouth shut*
I am honestly trying to space it all out more, but last time I dumped loads of spaces in and it all still looked crammed
together so I'm just gonna have to space like a mad woman. Oh and this chapters kinda long and has mildly smutty bits
in it. Enjoy.....
*7*
"Now I'm havin' a thought Jade, actually I'm having a lot of thoughts but my main one runs along the lines of: how about
you start coughing up some information about what you're planning?" said Jack loudly as he followed Jade, attracting the
attention of the assorted crew members on the Pearl. "Nothin' you need to worry about Jack." said her retreating back,
her voice once again cool, confident, in control. Not the intimate voice he'd heard in the cabin. "I'm worryin' simply
BECAUSE you keep insisting it's nothing for me to be worrying about Poppet." he said, dodging round one of her crew in a
bid to keep up with her as she marched towards her own boat. Jumping up on to the board across the two ships, she set
across, only for the loud thud behind her to indicate Jack was continuing to tail her. Gritting her teeth, she slowed
as he called after her "You might as well start talking luv., 'cause we both know I haven't told you the whole route yet.
And at this rate I'm just goin' to have to follow you and your pot-holed little bucket of a ship all the way there
anyway."
Overcome with a sharp flare of anger, Jade swung round, her fist raised. Jack caught her wrist in a tight grip
before her backhand could meet his face, the bones in her arm grinding together as their eyes met. The board they both
stood on rocked precariously from the swift movements. "You're not following me anywhere Sparrow. And it's not a
pot-holed old bucket of a ship, it's an antique." she said with icy, manic sarcasm, flashing him a wide, crazed grin.
Crew members from each ship glanced nervously from one to the other, having now established a very amiable relationship
between the two not really wishing to start fighting again. The fact that both of their Captains were dangerously
wobbling over the middle of the Meditteranean did not help things. His black eyes burnt into hers "How are you gonna
stop me following you luv.? The sea's free terrain last time I checked." he smirked, only for her to rip her hand out
of his grip and aim a punch again. The board shifted alarmingly and Jade's balance went, pitching her round before Jack
grabbed her round the waist and pulled her up again.
Anger at least for now held in check as she waited for the board to stop rocking, Jade allowed her back to be pressed up
against Jack, swallowing nervously as his arms tightened round her waist. His breath stirred the hair around the nape
of her neck as he leant into the curve of her neck and murmured against her ear "Your decision luv. You can try and
punch me again and you can go for a swim, or we can talk." Jack felt her tremble either with rage or something else and
grinned, trying to ignore the luscious smell of her hair. "Fine, let's talk." she said through gritted teeth, tugging
to be released. "Sure you can stand without me luv.?" he said teasingly, only to have his foot stamped on. Grimacing,
he turned to the rest of the crew on his ship "We'll be stopping in Tortuga lads and ladies, so we can assess our
plans."
Jade stepped across onto her own ship and marched to her cabin, giving Will and Elizabeth a nod as she went past "Liz.
Will." Will gave Elizabeth a confused look "Since when have you been Liz?" he said, trying to keep the suspicion from
his voice. Elizabeth shrugged and smiled "She's the only one who calls me it. I like it." They looked up to see Jack
following after her "Getting yourself in trouble again Jack? Done anything you didn't deserve to get slapped for yet?"
said Will, grinning teasingly at his friend as he swayed past him. "I'll try and avoid it mate, old Jade doesn't slap,
she punches." called Jack back to them as he continued inside the cabin.
Upon entering, he saw Jade had removed her hat, and her huge jacket, and was lying on her bed staring up at the ceiling.
Jack contemplated pushing his luck and trying to join her on the bed, but didn't quite want to risk a black eye marring
his pretty looks, and so sat down on the chair instead. "You know what Barbossa did to me." she said, so quietly he
almost didn't hear her. He nodded, clearing his throat nervously and fiddling, shuffling bits of paper around on her
desk as darkness filled up his chest. "Yeh, I knew. How couldn't I have?" She continued to stare at the ceiling, her
eyes blank and empty and dead, one hand almost absentmindedly tangling itself in her hair.
"I was an innocent, before then. True I lived in a corrupt world with debauched people but I'd never had that corrupt
nature happening to me, right in front of me. He bought me like a dog, and beat me like a dog, and trained me, like a
dog. I was nothing, I was barely human, I was a piece of meat, a possession. All I ever did was take, all I ever did
was endure. I let him flow over me like water in a bid to keep myself alive and all I did was kill myself by soaking up
all the evil in him until I was just as bad. A light can't survive when it's choking in darkness. I tried to tell
myself that I wasn't really there, I wasn't really seeing the things I was seeing, and so none of it really mattered.
He humiliated me, he degraded me."
Jade slowly sat up, eyes bright with tears that she would not shed as she looked at Jack. "All I ever wanted since the
day that bastard scum bought me, was to be free. And every time I think I am I can feel the memory of what he did to me
deep in my guts, holding me down where I'm trapped and there's nowhere for me to escape to. I can't stop feeling the hate
and anger he tied around my neck like a possession tag and I CAN'T let that anger go until I see him pay." she hissed
vehemently, trying in vain to hold the anger in. "He's dead Jade. I saw to it myself. D'you think I didn't want
revenge on him as much as you do?" said Jack, feeling the heat of his own hate that he thought had been stored away coming
up beneath his tongue. Not just revenge for himself, but revenge for Jade too. Her words had hit him sharp inside his
stomach until every word that crept from her mouth physically pained him. He should have killed him sooner. She had
been everything that was sweet and innocent and everything that he had never been and he'd let Barbossa destroy that.
Jade gave a small chuff of laughter, the eyes still dead, maliciously half-lidded as she sat up on her knees and crawled
to the end of the bed. "But Jack, you're not a woman. You're not capable of the same kind of hate." There was a pause
before she straightened swiftly, controlling her emotions, blinking to set the tears back. She began speaking, coldly,
professionally, with a bitter sweet tinge to her voice that fascinated and horrified Jack all at once.
"I'm going to Isla de Muerto. And when I get there, I am going to bring Barbossa back from the grave. The curse suited
him, I was happy under its destruction because he would never know happiness again. So I am going to take those coins
he loved so much to spend, and I am going to take him, and his hell-pit crew, to the Minotaur tunnels. They exist under
the mountain for miles in twists and turns that dozens of pirate crews have hidden in and never come out of again, losing
themselves in the endless dark. And I am going to see to it, that they never, leave that place again, and are never
free to live or die, with that Curse that fitted them so perfectly, upon them forever."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
**They had found a secluded little cove nestled into a larger island with remnants of a ship wreck strewn across the
beach. A ship wreck, Jack had shrewdly concluded, meant survivors, who had no choice but to come to this island. There
was no other one for miles. And survivors, meant the bounty they had taken with them from the ships. They had sailed
close in before dropping the anchor and going out with the rowboats. For once, Barbossa was bringing Jade along with the
group that were to go ashore. Ever since the 'incident' in the galley, his suspicion of his little pet had gone up once
more, to the extent that he didn't trust her to be left on the boat out of his eyesight. No doubt he had also grown
wary of her due to the time she spent now abovedecks. Under Jack's instruction, she now tended to the ship just like
every other crew member.
"It'll be more work for the girl Cap'n." Barbossa had said, eyes narrow with mistrust before Jade had shot in swiftly.
"I don't mind the extra work." The look between her and Jack was swift but charged before she ducked her head down again.
Of course most of the rest of the crew were too impatient to teach her anything but the elementaries of what she needed
to know, and so Jack had got further opportunity to spend time with her, showing her how to lift the sail without being
dragged up by the pull of the wind, making her climb up to the crow's nest. Whenever he showed her things in more
intimate ways, moving her hands to the right places on the ropes, moving her round by that narrow waist of hers, he would
catch the barely contained look of fuming anger on Barbossa's face and had smirked despite himself. A fabulous addition
to enjoying Jade was how much it infuriated Barbossa, and it delighted him to push the first mate to his limits,
twirling a lock of Jade's hair absentmindedly between his fingers, paying her far more attention than Barbossa knew was
merited. But still he knew Jade was terrified of the repurcussions of his actions, which would be put upon her, and so
had to an extent controlled himself. At first he had attempted to convince himself that he only found interest in Jade
because it riled Barbossa, a man he deeply mistrusted. But the lie had not lasted long within himself. She was
beautiful, and funny, and tough as boots despite her sweetness. The tricks she played with Barbossa showed her to have
the makings of a pirate, and her eagerness to learn further demonstrated that. He was slowly liking her more and more,
as a person. It amused Jack to realise that she was one of the first women he had not had sex with that he had bothered
with in the slightest. Getting to know women had always been for one thing, and whilst he wanted her that was not all
she was. "I'm getting soft in my old age" he sighed to himself on more than one occasion.
The group of the crew that had come ashore trawled up the beach, the sand hot under their feet, glancing down at the
jestsum from time to time when suddenly they all jumped at the loud "AH HAH!" from Jack. Spinning sharply, they all
saw him kicking a rowing boat that had been hidden beneath branches to be obscured from the sea. "Captain Jack Sparrow's
never wrong boys. Survivors!" he exclaimed, giving the boat another kick as if to convey its solid nature to them.
"They couldn't 'ave gone far, if they were carryin' things and some of 'em were probably wounded." commented Bo, a tall
thick-set black crew member with scars and adornments all over his face. Jack motioned for them all to follow, giving
Jade a reassuring wink as she looked uncertainly about her. Having been on a ship for the past four months, a ground
that did not move seemed distinctly abnormal and she realised much to her mixed amusement and horror that she was moving
like Jack. Catching on very swiftly to the fact that she was meant to be being quiet, she crept into the darkness of the
trees with the rest of the crew, keeping an eye on Jack's hat a couple of feet before her as an indication of where she
was meant to be going. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the dark, she assumed she would not have any problems until she
found herself tripping over a tree root. As the ground came up to meet her she managed to crumple her body into a ball
before she hit. After the initial thud she rolled herself away to prevent herself from making anymore noise, straightening
to find Barbossa towering over her with gritted teeth. As he gripped her arm with a bruising tightness, Jack came over
and brushed him away. "Best stick with me luv., if you're gonna be trying to wake the dead." Towing her after him by
the wrist, he tried not to grin too much at the murderous look in Barbossa's eye.
They hadn't travelled much further when the trees started to give way into a clearing. Jack stopped suddenly, in case
there was anyone in the clearing, but before he could fully establish the safety of the situation, Jade had bumped into
him from behind at his sharp stop, sending him flailing forwards.
And straight into a lake.
Coming up spluttering to the loud laughter of the rest of the crew, Jack was about to yell furious orders for silence
when he noted their laughter was not just of derision but of delight. Turning, he saw the clearing was scattered with
boxes and chests from the survivors, who were now reduced to skeletons in finery. Bo had already launched himself
forward and threw open the closest crate. "Got ourselves some RUM boys!" he yelled, much to the increased fervour of the
crew, so that several began flying about the clearing to open up boxes and see what they could find. "We've hit
the jackpot lads!" declared Barbossa to the grinning crew. Jack waved an arm for some rum to be given to him and a bottle
was thrown across which he caught easily. "I'm really terribly sorry Captain sir." said Jade, standing nervously at the
edge of the lake with a hand out to help the dripping Jack out. Barbossa's sly eye was on her, and he tugged her back
"Yes that was a stupid mistake wasn't it lass? What's say you make it up to the Cap'n hmmm?" he said, a nasty smile
tugging at the corner of his mouth. Both Jack and Jade viewed him suspiciously as the crew, though still scattering and
squabbling over rum, pricked up their ears at the prospect of something interesting. Barbossa looked round at the crew,
playing up to the audience. "What's say Jade gives the Cap'n a nice wash?" The crew roared with laughter and agreement,
settling themselves down for what looked like it would be a while. One of the crew had found a violin in one case and
was playing it with all the ability of an armless tone deaf monkey, and the others were laying into the alcohol they had
found.
Whatever Jack had been expecting Barbossa to say, it had not been that. Despite himself, a slow grin crept across his
face. Whether Barbossa was playing with them or not, it gave him a rare opportunity to have Jade near him. "Sounds like
a good idea to me." he said, unable to stop the smugness emitting from his voice as he relaxed against the edge, kicking
his boots off and throwing them onto dry land. He had to clench his teeth against laughter as he saw the utterly furious
look on Jade's face, and felt a sudden ashamed wash of sorrow. This must be utterly humiliating for her. Barbossa could
not more obviously have demonstrated that Jade was his whore to pass on to who he chose if he had said it.
"It's either him y'wash Pet, or the entire crew." said Barbossa gruffly, flashing her a wicked grin as the crew all
yelled their willingness for her to take up that option. Eyes positively glowing with anger that for once she did not
even attempt to hide from Barbossa, she stepped stiffly towards where Jack was. The crew gave a raucous moan of
disapointment before giving another yell accompanied by wolf whistles as she stripped off her dress angrily, leaving her
thin under dress on.
Jack threw off his shirt and then his trousers, getting himself in a bit of a lather when he couldn't pull his
shirt up off his head, his attempt to look casual about this pretty much ruined, before relaxing against the ledge in
the lake in what he hoped was an uncaring pose.
The water made the thin undergarment cling to her body but her eyes flickered around, at the water, at the clearing, at
anything but him as she slowly waded over to him. Jack watched her take a long trembling breath before scooping some
water up in her hands and skimming them over his chest.
And that was where it all started to get... just a little bit... hazy. The heat of her hands felt like they were
everywhere as she gently rubbed water across the dirt and scars on his body, caressing, cleansing, whatever it was he
didn't care because she was touching him and it was making him feel like he was nothing but raw nerves. First his arms,
her fingers slipping along them delicately, linking for the briefest second with his own long fingers before her hands
continued, washing, touching. He had to bite down on a groan as his eyes drifted shut, his breath hitching in his throat
as her hands smoothed over his stomach, around his waist, up in little tickling circles. He snapped his eyes open again,
wanting to look at her even if she wouldn't look at him.
She was so stunning...
It was all he could do not to just drag her to him and plaster her body up against his to feel the heat of her. Either
it had been far too long without a woman or she was just intentionally trying to kill him by being so beautiful. He
knew exactly where he wanted her to touch him, but also knew there was no chance in Hell of her venturing anywhere
untoward with Barbossa on the same planet as them. Well then he'd take whatever he could get of her. Her touch was
provoking a physical ache that he found himself battling to control as it filled him up with a blinding strength. Her
hands trailed up to his neck, inscribing gentle mesmeric circles and he couldn't help the moan that crept out from his
throat, her fingers coiling round the back of his neck. He tilted his head aside to give her access, but leant into the
touch, seeing her eyes nervously coming up and locking them in a heavy-lidded stare. He brought his hand trickling with
water up to her face, skimming his long fingers along her jawline.
"Please don't." her eyes spoke volumes of fear as her whispered voice cracked "He'll kill me.".
Jack's gaze flickered from that gorgeous mouth to those terrified eyes but continued to stroke her face, his thumb
brushing across her lips, followed by his fingers. She didn't try to stop him, her breathing harsh. All he had to do,
was just lean forward...
"Don't you worry about Barbossa," he murmured "I can handle him, with my little finger.". He tickled her cheek gently
with the aforementioned finger to prove his point, and the fear in her eyes was dimmed slightly as she broke into a
reluctant giggle. Dear God if he'd wanted her before this was only going to make his life all the more difficult.
Later, as an extremely drunk crew began gathering things up and Jack and Jade had dressed themselves, Jack looked around
the clearing for anything that they might have missed. Barbossa and a few remaining members of the crew were closing up
some chests with remnants from others crammed into the top. Jade was collecting up weapons from the skeletons at
Barbossa's instruction. Swaying over to the skeletons near Jade, he leant down next to them and began rummaging through
the pockets, flashing Jade a cheeky grin. He was pleased the only look he received was an exasperatedly amused one, and
not one of disgust. Women with weak stomachs were such a bother. Finding a few gold coins on the first few skeletons
and not much else, he rounded a boulder to encounter a skeleton that had clearly been a woman. Tipping his hat
respectfully he knelt down next to her, and spied some earrings that had clearly fallen from her rotting ears, onto her
lap. "Sorry luv., but I don't reckon you'll be needing these anymore." he said quietly, collecting them up.
"Pssst, Jade." he whispered, throwing one of the earrings at her. She caught it nimbly and flicked it through her
fingers. "Far too gaudy a thing for the likes of this lovely woman." he teased sarcastically, receiving an acidic look.
"It's beautiful. What are these stones?" she asked in a low voice, her eyes cautiously trailing to the remaining crew.
"It's Jade luv., like you. So it's yours." he said, stepping close. She opened her mouth to protest but he put a
shushing finger to his own lips. "Yours. I'll give you the other one when old Barbossa's not around 'ey?" he said
quietly, that charmingly wicked grin gracing his lips as he walked off. Jade smiled despite herself, and hid the earring
in her pocket. It was stupid to keep it, she knew that. But it was small rebellions like this that made her life seem
more bearable the way it was now. And coming from Jack, the gift seemed even more special. She clamped her teeth down
and tried to force out thoughts such as this as she headed back over to Barbossa.
"Are we goin' now my love?" she inquired in her sugary tones, handing him the swords she had collected. "Aye girly. Get
yourself movin'."
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Hmmmmmm yeeeees, I think my chapters are getting worse :S. Tell me if it all seems to OTT, and I'll hit myself over the
head with a ladle :D. XXXX