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A loud crash awakened Amanda from a state of something closer to death then sleep. She jumped so loud from the noise and twisted so awkwardly to see what made it all in the same moment that she fell from the bed and crashed loudly on the floor in a heap of blankets. "So here you are!" said Annabella accusingly from the doorway. Amanda racked her aching brain to find some sort of sensible reply until she heard a groan from her bed and realized that the comment wasn't even directed at her. Amanda looked to her bed to see a shirtless captain Sparrow rousing himself from his sleep. While Amanda wondered how he had ended up there Annabella began to talk quickly in a whining voice that was so high pitched it caused Amanda's already hurting head to feel like it was going to explode. "So you just screw me after getting me drunk and then scurry over here to spend time with your more favored girl," she paused to allow him to interject and tell her that she was his favorite girl but he just looked at her and then pleadingly at Amanda. Annabella drew in a deep breath so she could, undoubtedly, scream out multiple curses on his heirs and plagues on his house and all other manner of high-bred insults but Amanda, for one, was not in the mood to listen to Annabella's snobbery. She disentangled herself from her sheets, stood up, pushed Amanda back, shut the door in her face, locked it, crawled back into bed, threw the blankets over her head, and tried to fall back to sleep.
Her attempt proved to be futile however, because as soon as she had closed her eyes Jack pulled the blankets down and began to kiss her nose and mouth and closed eyelids until she finally opened her eyes. "That . . . was perfectly loevely," he said in a low voice. She allowed him a little smile remembering hazily him rescuing her from her own drunken behavior the night before. "I thought so to," she murmured back. He kissed her again on the mouth and this time Amanda responded, allowing him to roll on top of her. She had forgotten how pleasant his weight atop her felt. When he took time to breath she whispered, "You took care of me last night?" He nodded. She grinned, "Thank you." He smiled back, "No problem, love. Didn't want that rascal McCarthy getting a hold of ye before I had my say." She nipped him gently on his chin and asked, "And what is you say?" He blew a raspberry against her throat, making her laugh loudly before answering, "That I don't mean to be such an ass to you, that I don't give a flying fuck about Annabella, and it is my intent to keep you aboard this ship, make mad love to you every night and sometimes in the mornings, and never let you go." She smiled, "I love you too, Jack." He grinned at her and then without warning jumped up, bringing her with him, and began to dance with her around the room.
Later that day. . .
"I don't understand why I can't learn to fence in a dress, that's how all the other girls did it," Amanda whined as she was pushed unwillingly up the stairs by Jack. "Well love, they all are terrible at fencing and if you're gonna be living the life of a pirate you'll need to be good at fencing." Amanda finally allowed herself to be pushed out into the sunlight. Captain Michael, who had been lounging against the railing, laughed so hard he spit his mouthful of ale out when he saw her. The rest of the crew didn't attempt to hold back their snickering either. Amanda was clad a pair of Jack's old pants that were far to large for her and had to be held up by a rope around her waist and an old white shirt of his that was so large that even on the highest button it sagged so low around the neckline that it showed the tops of her breasts. Her mass of black hair was plaited and held back by a scrap of material. Jack walked up behind her, patting her back and said, "See, I told ye they wouldn't laugh at ye." He handed her a slim sword and Amanda took it, surprised at how heavy it was. Jack moved so that he was facing her, "Let's see what ye can do then," he said and took one swing at her. Amanda's sword fell to the floor with a clang and she turned a bright shade of red as the crew's snickering turned to hooting laughter. "Can't we do this somewhere else?" she asked Jack as she picked up her sword. He grinned, "Nope, it builds character as well as skill," he said as he swung at her once more and the sword fell, again, to the floor. Amanda rolled her eyes, this was going to be a long day.
That evening Amanda ate dinner with the crew at Jack's request. She had eagerly nodded when he had asked her. The slight ache in her chest had grown into a burning which caused her to feel like she could leap to the moon if he asked it of her. Whenever he looked at her, she blushed and whenever he came within three feet of her, she began to shake. Amanda felt a twitter at all times and longed for the moment when they could be alone again tonight. He had already asked her earlier if she would spend the night with him in his cabin tonight, and she had once again just eagerly nodded yes, too nervous to speak coherently.
Dinner went well and Amanda managed to keep her face from turning bright red whenever Jack looked at her, she did blush however when he attempted to bring her into the conversation. After a moment of stammering when he asked her her opinion on how corn beef was best served he allowed her to relapse into silence, taking mercy on her suddenly nervous state. This display of new kindness and caring seemed to sweet to Amanda that she almost cried. It was then that she realized that she needed to get a grip on her emotions. . . and maybe stop drinking the ale in front of her which seemed to be replenished by Jack the moment she finished each mug. She fixed her attention on Captain McCarthy who was talking about hi departure later that night from the black pearl onto his own ship. The two vessels had been anchored next to each other for a few day now in the port and both captain's agreed it was time to go their separate ways. She took vague interest when Jack said that they would be heading for Tortuga and she raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him which he returned with a grin that caused her to go a bright shade of violet. God, she thought, get a grip woman!
Later that evening Amanda was walking on deck by herself when she felt a presence behind her. She turned around, hoping to see Jack, but it was Michael. She smiled politely, trying not to think about the fact that she had come close to sleeping with him the night before. He obviously was not suffering from any embarrassment on account of it. He walked up to her and put a hand at the back of her neck, massaging gently. Amanda longed to shrug the hand off, but told herself that he was just being friendly. "You know," he said casually, "I couldn't help but notice that you and Jack seem to be getting along better." She smiled at him, not really knowing what he was getting at. He continued, "I've known Jack a long time and I know you think that he loves you but I've heard him say it to dozens of girls and he hasn't stayed with a single one for more then a month." Amanda felt her stomach flip-flop and her heart sink. She wanted to scream out that he was lying but she knew that he wasn't so she just let him finish while tears swelled in her eyes. "I'm not saying that he's a bad man. He probably honestly believes that he's in love with you but that doesn't mean that he is. I'm just trying to spare you from any pain." His voice changed then and his hand moved from her neck to around her waist and he pulled her close to him, "Why don't you come away with me tonight? You'll never have to see him or Annabella again, and I'll take good care of you," he nuzzled her hair, "such good care of you. . ." He trailed off and Amanda pushed him away but he yanked her back to him and pressed his mouth harshly against hers. She writhed in his grasp and whimpered, desperately trying to get away. She was dizzy with terror, no one had ever been this rough with her before and she didn't know whether to fight or scream. She opened her mouth to scream for Jack but Michael punched her across the face, knocking her out before she could let out a sound.
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A loud crash awakened Amanda from a state of something closer to death then sleep. She jumped so loud from the noise and twisted so awkwardly to see what made it all in the same moment that she fell from the bed and crashed loudly on the floor in a heap of blankets. "So here you are!" said Annabella accusingly from the doorway. Amanda racked her aching brain to find some sort of sensible reply until she heard a groan from her bed and realized that the comment wasn't even directed at her. Amanda looked to her bed to see a shirtless captain Sparrow rousing himself from his sleep. While Amanda wondered how he had ended up there Annabella began to talk quickly in a whining voice that was so high pitched it caused Amanda's already hurting head to feel like it was going to explode. "So you just screw me after getting me drunk and then scurry over here to spend time with your more favored girl," she paused to allow him to interject and tell her that she was his favorite girl but he just looked at her and then pleadingly at Amanda. Annabella drew in a deep breath so she could, undoubtedly, scream out multiple curses on his heirs and plagues on his house and all other manner of high-bred insults but Amanda, for one, was not in the mood to listen to Annabella's snobbery. She disentangled herself from her sheets, stood up, pushed Amanda back, shut the door in her face, locked it, crawled back into bed, threw the blankets over her head, and tried to fall back to sleep.
Her attempt proved to be futile however, because as soon as she had closed her eyes Jack pulled the blankets down and began to kiss her nose and mouth and closed eyelids until she finally opened her eyes. "That . . . was perfectly loevely," he said in a low voice. She allowed him a little smile remembering hazily him rescuing her from her own drunken behavior the night before. "I thought so to," she murmured back. He kissed her again on the mouth and this time Amanda responded, allowing him to roll on top of her. She had forgotten how pleasant his weight atop her felt. When he took time to breath she whispered, "You took care of me last night?" He nodded. She grinned, "Thank you." He smiled back, "No problem, love. Didn't want that rascal McCarthy getting a hold of ye before I had my say." She nipped him gently on his chin and asked, "And what is you say?" He blew a raspberry against her throat, making her laugh loudly before answering, "That I don't mean to be such an ass to you, that I don't give a flying fuck about Annabella, and it is my intent to keep you aboard this ship, make mad love to you every night and sometimes in the mornings, and never let you go." She smiled, "I love you too, Jack." He grinned at her and then without warning jumped up, bringing her with him, and began to dance with her around the room.
Later that day. . .
"I don't understand why I can't learn to fence in a dress, that's how all the other girls did it," Amanda whined as she was pushed unwillingly up the stairs by Jack. "Well love, they all are terrible at fencing and if you're gonna be living the life of a pirate you'll need to be good at fencing." Amanda finally allowed herself to be pushed out into the sunlight. Captain Michael, who had been lounging against the railing, laughed so hard he spit his mouthful of ale out when he saw her. The rest of the crew didn't attempt to hold back their snickering either. Amanda was clad a pair of Jack's old pants that were far to large for her and had to be held up by a rope around her waist and an old white shirt of his that was so large that even on the highest button it sagged so low around the neckline that it showed the tops of her breasts. Her mass of black hair was plaited and held back by a scrap of material. Jack walked up behind her, patting her back and said, "See, I told ye they wouldn't laugh at ye." He handed her a slim sword and Amanda took it, surprised at how heavy it was. Jack moved so that he was facing her, "Let's see what ye can do then," he said and took one swing at her. Amanda's sword fell to the floor with a clang and she turned a bright shade of red as the crew's snickering turned to hooting laughter. "Can't we do this somewhere else?" she asked Jack as she picked up her sword. He grinned, "Nope, it builds character as well as skill," he said as he swung at her once more and the sword fell, again, to the floor. Amanda rolled her eyes, this was going to be a long day.
That evening Amanda ate dinner with the crew at Jack's request. She had eagerly nodded when he had asked her. The slight ache in her chest had grown into a burning which caused her to feel like she could leap to the moon if he asked it of her. Whenever he looked at her, she blushed and whenever he came within three feet of her, she began to shake. Amanda felt a twitter at all times and longed for the moment when they could be alone again tonight. He had already asked her earlier if she would spend the night with him in his cabin tonight, and she had once again just eagerly nodded yes, too nervous to speak coherently.
Dinner went well and Amanda managed to keep her face from turning bright red whenever Jack looked at her, she did blush however when he attempted to bring her into the conversation. After a moment of stammering when he asked her her opinion on how corn beef was best served he allowed her to relapse into silence, taking mercy on her suddenly nervous state. This display of new kindness and caring seemed to sweet to Amanda that she almost cried. It was then that she realized that she needed to get a grip on her emotions. . . and maybe stop drinking the ale in front of her which seemed to be replenished by Jack the moment she finished each mug. She fixed her attention on Captain McCarthy who was talking about hi departure later that night from the black pearl onto his own ship. The two vessels had been anchored next to each other for a few day now in the port and both captain's agreed it was time to go their separate ways. She took vague interest when Jack said that they would be heading for Tortuga and she raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him which he returned with a grin that caused her to go a bright shade of violet. God, she thought, get a grip woman!
Later that evening Amanda was walking on deck by herself when she felt a presence behind her. She turned around, hoping to see Jack, but it was Michael. She smiled politely, trying not to think about the fact that she had come close to sleeping with him the night before. He obviously was not suffering from any embarrassment on account of it. He walked up to her and put a hand at the back of her neck, massaging gently. Amanda longed to shrug the hand off, but told herself that he was just being friendly. "You know," he said casually, "I couldn't help but notice that you and Jack seem to be getting along better." She smiled at him, not really knowing what he was getting at. He continued, "I've known Jack a long time and I know you think that he loves you but I've heard him say it to dozens of girls and he hasn't stayed with a single one for more then a month." Amanda felt her stomach flip-flop and her heart sink. She wanted to scream out that he was lying but she knew that he wasn't so she just let him finish while tears swelled in her eyes. "I'm not saying that he's a bad man. He probably honestly believes that he's in love with you but that doesn't mean that he is. I'm just trying to spare you from any pain." His voice changed then and his hand moved from her neck to around her waist and he pulled her close to him, "Why don't you come away with me tonight? You'll never have to see him or Annabella again, and I'll take good care of you," he nuzzled her hair, "such good care of you. . ." He trailed off and Amanda pushed him away but he yanked her back to him and pressed his mouth harshly against hers. She writhed in his grasp and whimpered, desperately trying to get away. She was dizzy with terror, no one had ever been this rough with her before and she didn't know whether to fight or scream. She opened her mouth to scream for Jack but Michael punched her across the face, knocking her out before she could let out a sound.
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