Disclaimer: Wished I owned Captain Jack Sparrow…sigh…

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Pirates of the Caribbean: Cursed Souls

"Heave to ye scurvy dogs! Let's get this ship underway!"

Men swarmed onto the main deck of the Black Pearl as their orders were called out from the helm. The sails billowed in the wind as the port anchor was drawn up and the ship turned about to head out into open waters away from the town of Port Charles. Some of the pirates scaled the netting of the masts to secure the rigging while others grabbed hold of the loot that they had taken from the town and loaded it into the holding bay below deck. Their actions were swift and sure, having been done a hundred times before and soon the island of Mai' Mai' was but a speck in the distance.

They had managed to sneak in, plunder, and get back out in just under an hour without any resistance at all. The cannons had stuck true and had toppled the towers of the fort, rendering the military defense helpless for the time being. The townspeople had put up no fight at all but had scurried about trying to hide from the pirates as they leapt from their longboats onto the shore and invaded the quiet homes, taverns, and businesses with loud cries and shots from their pistols.

Now, with their ship full of gold, silver, and doubloons, the crew had nothing more to do than relax after their evening's fun. No threat was following them, no wind on the horizon calling for a summer storm, and the cargo hold full of good meat, cheese, and of course rum, ready for a feast to celebrate their success.

Watching over his men from above, with his boots planted firmly on the deck in front of the ship's wheel, stood Captain Jack Sparrow.

He was decked out in full pirate regalia. A black belt was slung low on his hips over the cloth of his knee length waistcoat, holding a black pistol, coin purse, compass, and scabbard in which was placed the cold steel of a short sword. A worn hat adorned his head and beads were threaded into his black hair along with a few coins of copper. A short goatee graced his face and gemmed rings sat upon his fingers which at the moment lovingly stroked the wood of the ship's helm.

Aye lovely, we did it again, he thought with a grin, showing off a single gold tooth. Nothin' can withstand an attack from the Black Pearl that's for sure.

"Barbossa!" Jack called out to his first mate who stood on the deck below giving some orders to a few of the crew. The older pirate turned upon hearing his captain's yell.

"Aye Cap'n?"

"Take the wheel for a bit. I feel the need to quench some thirst."

"Aye sir."

Jack grinned again as he leapt over the railing to the main deck and ducked into the small corridor which led to his quarters. There was nothing like a bit of rum after pillaging and no better rum could be found than in the cabinet in his room.

He sighed happily as he closed the door and tossed his hat carefully onto a table before taking a key from his belt and opening the lock to retrieve his beloved drink. He didn't trust his crew not to take it on him therefore he hadn't kept it below with the rest of the food. It was worth too much to be squandered on a bunch of heathen dogs such as the lot of them, save for perhaps his first mate.

The cork popped and hit the floor with a thud before rolling under his bed to be forgotten and Jack lifted the bottle to his lips chugging down almost half the liquid before coming up for air. The alcohol hit him like a well missed woman and he savored the heat which started in his stomach to work its way out to the very tips of his fingers. He flopped down on a cushioned bench next to a small window with his rum and gazed out across the sea.

His life, as far as he could tell at the moment in his slightly drunken stupor, was going great. He had his beloved Pearl, a worthy seagoing crew, riches coming out of the arse, and enough lovely lady friends to keep him occupied when at port in Tortuga.

His lips curled up as he thought of his latest conquest, a wonderfully charming belle of a woman with an ample boson and soft buttocks just aching to be held in a man's hands. She had been a fairly well educated lass, from some upper crust family in the Caribbean, who had unknowingly picked one of the most rambunctious, loudest, seediest villages possibly imagined for an outing one night with her also very lovely lady friends. It hadn't taken Jack long to spot the woman across the bar from him and it had taken even less time for him to saunter up to her and flash her his famous grin that made ladies weak in the knees.

She had beaten her fan widely against the supple curve of her breast as her cheeks turned dark red at his approach. To be caught flirting with a pirate was scandalous to such young ladies and it was clear that she was mightily enjoying it. Jack's gaze had traveled down her slender neck to feast on the bared skin where her fan waved.

"Hello there darlin'," he had said to her. "What might a lovely lass such as ye'self be doin' in such a place like this? Lookin' for some company perhaps?"

The girl gasped with lady shock and hid her face partly behind the feathered fan. "Oh my. Are you…would you be a pirate sir?"

"Aye luv that I am. Captain Jack Sparrow at your service," he answered with a flourished bow. "The greatest pirate in all the Caribbean."

"Oh my," she repeated. "Are you dangerous?"

He arched one eyebrow and slid up close to her, one arm wrapping around her bare shoulders.

"Very," he said in a husky voice. At this vantage point he had an even greater view down the front of her dress and licked his lips while eyeing her pale skin.

"Have you killed many people, Captain Sparrow?"

"More than I can count, luv."

The sound of giggling had made Jack look up and he had spotted the girl's friends standing close to the wall a few feet away from them. Their attention was focused on him and the chit and when they saw him looking at them their fans immediately came out and the giggling increased along with the red staining their cheeks.

"That be yer friends over there?" he whispered into the girl's ear.

She turned and giggled herself. "Yes."

"Actin' mighty strange wouldn't ye agree?"

"Oh they're just being like that because you're talking to me. It was my idea to come here tonight and I guess they are not very used to the likes of the people here."

"Is that all?"

She shook her head slightly. "No, it's just that you're so close to me right now. It's quite indecent, at least from where I come from."

Jack leaned in even closer and brushed his lips along her cheek, earning an excited gasp from the lady. "Indecent am I? Well perhaps we should give them somethin' to make them blush even more so."

She had given him a confused look but then he had grasped a hold of her hand and drawn her against him as he led her towards the stairs to the rooms above.

"Ladies," he said, tipping his hat as they passed by her friends.

The girls practically swooned with shock as the couple disappeared upstairs.

It had only taken a few sips of ale for the lass to get right into the action. Jack had taken her twice that night before the rum and pleasure made him collapse into a dead man's sleep that not even the loudest cannons could stir him from.

He took another swig from the bottle as he remembered the lusty lass bouncing overtop of him, grinding against him with cries of passion. The memory made his loins tighten and he shifted uncomfortably on the bench. It had been a while since he had had his fun and perchance it was time for him to dock the Pearl at Tortuga for a bit of rest. His crew wouldn't object, having enough money to spend away on the women and booze to keep them content for a while. Some of them had already taken their release in the women back at Port Charles but Jack wasn't one to partake in rape. There wasn't anything pleasurable in taking a woman while she was screaming her head off and weeping and praying. But he couldn't deny his boys their fun and so turned a blind eye to their actions as all good captains did when it came to such matters.

Nothin' better than a lass who is into the fun as much as I am, he thought with a grin. Makes them do more…

Jack closed his eyes, reminiscing about past conquests, while his free hand slowly moved down to undo his belt buckle. He settled back against the cushions with a sigh, drinking more of the rum to keep the fires burning in his stomach. He began to work at the buttons of his trousers.

"Cap'n?" called a voice suddenly from behind the door.

Jack jumped at the sound and sat up making sure that his coat concealed his arousal before answering.

"What is it?" irritation prickled his voice at being disturbed.

The door opened and Pintel stuck his head in. "You's be wantin' yer dinner in yer quarters tonight, Cap'n?" he asked.

"Aye." Pintel moved to leave but Jack waved one hand. "Tell Barbossa that we sail for Tortuga next and break open one o' the barrels of ale for the crew. Ye mates earned it tonight."

"Aye aye sir!" Pintel grinned showing off an array of rotting teeth.

The door shut again and Jack stood unsteadily to his feet. His bottle was empty so he tossed it aside and strode over to the cabinet to get another one which was slightly hard since the room kept tipping to one side.

"Ahh gotcha, lovely," he slurred as his fingers wrapped around another bottle of rum. Half of the liquid was gone within a few seconds of it being out of the cabinet and Jack stumbled over to his bed and sat down heavily upon its covers. It wasn't as if he was a lightweight when it came to holding his alcohol but the stuff in his private stash wasn't just rum served in any old tavern. His stuff he had stolen from some very wealthy gentlemen over from India. This stuff was very good and very strong; it could fall a horse.

The door opened again and Pintel returned bearing a steaming tray of fresh fish and slices of beef with carrots and potatoes on the side. He placed the food on the table next to Jack's hat and left. Jack swayed over to the door and turned the lock.

Don't be wantin' any more interruptions tonight, he thought with a smirk.