I know I'm slow but its so worth it!!
Authors Note*** hey thanks for the review and I'm so very sorry that it takes me so long to write a new chapter but it has to go through a lot before I can get it onto fanfic, Plus the fact that I'm still computer illiterate and probably will be for a while. All those who cant work their computer raise their hands in the air!! Anyways back to the story...
**Disclaimer** I know I was supposed to get back to the story but I'm a terrible person and I'm gonna lie to you guys and I'm not going back to the story, just kidding, I've just got to say how much I don't own any of the characters, and bladdy, bladdy blah!! You know that old chestnut; anyways since you already knew that I'm gonna move along now.
**Chapter 2**
Sandra woke up with a start. She placed a delicate hand to her forehead. She placed her other hand beside her to steady herself. Her vision was blurring and it had this effect, the room seemed to spin around her. She couldn't remember for the life of her where she was. She didn't have a darn clue. She sat up in the King size bed. She looked around the small interior of the cabin. There was a round table. On it were a deck of cards, set out as if two people had played poker. There was an almost empty, open bottle of amber liquid, which looked like rum, sitting out. Small piles of clothing littered the ground around the bed, her clothing, and pair of boots were bedside. From the small window, above a shelf on the wall, sun was shining through. Sandra blinked her eyes a few times to allow the light change. When she made to get out of the bed she felt a sting between her legs in her most private area. She untwisted the sheet from around her naked torso and freed her legs, as soon as she did that, she found something that put fear into her eyes.
A crimson bloodstain was in the middle of the bed. It had dried overnight, but it was all of the proof that she needed to tell her what happened the night before, and why she had this overly large headache. You know, the only reason she had come on this trip was to satisfy her older sister's wishes, to "watch out" for her and protect her while sailing with her husband Will. Sandra was legendary in their small town for settling the brawls at the local bar. So Elizabeth asked her to come on the trip, "honeymoon" at least to that's what that was Sandra said it was, no matter how many times Elizabeth denied it. Jack, the infamous Jack Sparrow, had offered the newlyweds to take them to a scarcely populated island where they could have a romantic week spent in each other's arms, where no one could bother the couple. The wedding ceremony was so beautiful, even though it only consisted of a small cluster of friends and Commodore Narrington, their father, then one of Will's friends. Elizabeth walked down the isle with a simple plain white cotton dress with a silk bodice. It was lovely; Sandra had put her hair up into a bun at the back of her head and pulled a few strands out to frame her face. Will had gotten dressed up for the event as well, a nice tailored vest, with black trousers, and a plain white shirt underneath the vest. He had a carnation in the pocket on the front of the vest. Will's friend dropped hints continually that he found me attractive. It was sickening; he was such a slob at the conservative and quiet marriage dinner at the governor's mansion. The fool kept dropping food into his lap and laughing at the most ridiculous things. (Enough about the stupid wedding that doesn't matter!!) Sandra couldn't believe that she had gone to the notorious Jack Sparrow's cabin that late at night. Her stupid act of boasting him into playing that game, he had warned her, didn't he...oh well she was already ruined, it's too late for regrets now. Even though she shouldn't regret her actions, she did. Getting drunk then sleeping with Jack was the most moronic thing she could have done! (I wouldn't have though! I want to sleep with JOHNNY DEPP! I DO I DO!) (Just kidding) Things had gotten heated; she had lost her virginity and now gained a chance of being pregnant. Damn it she thought and where in the hell is that bastard now I wonder! She took the pillow and buried her face into it. She just wanted to go back to sleep and pretend this was all a dream, nothing but a dream. She groaned. Rolling on to her side she pulled up the blankets up around her head and fell back onto the blanket, almost hitting the headboard on her way down. She began to relax, when the bed creaked and whined a complain, indicating that there was someone sitting on the bed. She felt the bed sink down slightly on the other side of the bed. The covers were up, covering her chest, and she was sitting with her legs crossed in front of her. She had known who the intruder was without even looking, so predictable she guessed. "Jack," She said, her voice filled with raw emotion. Jack brought one of his work roughened hands to caresses her cheek. A slow lazy smile spread across her regal face. It was quickly erased when she noticed the dark frown that furrowed his brow. She held a battle within her head, not knowing what to say to him, whether or not she should keep quiet or not. A sudden thought popped into her head, maybe something happened to Elizabeth, or Will. "What's the matter? Did something happen to Elizabeth? Will?" She wondered aloud. She began to worry her bottom lip, A bad habit for her. She began to fidget when he didn't answer for a while. "No my sweet golden angel, nothing is wrong, just that you look so damned beautiful in the morning, has anyone ever told you that?" He asked. "There hasn't been anyone to see me in the morning when I first wake up, normally I'm already dressed and ready, plus its not quite proper for anyone to see me when I first wake up," she informed him politely. "Well, I was just letting you know that you look to good to eat," He said as he pulled her into his lap. She cuddled closer to where the heat was radiating off of him the most. She was sitting in a tight ball on his lap. His arms went automatically around her. To her he was so warm and, he smelled of stale rum, fresh pine, and cigar smoke, courtesy of the crew below deck. A sniff broke the silence. "Love," he whispered against her temple, "What's wrong?" He began to stroke her hair and rock her back and fourth gently. Holding back the tears she simply replied, "Nothings wrong Jack why would there be?" She moved out of his embrace a bit and leaned back, he dwarfed her, looking up into his eyes. How was he not going to notice the glassy look that she gave him? "Alright Jack you want the truth, well watch out because you asked for it, I'm so damn confused I cant think straight, I don't know what the hell we think we are doing I mean, I'm a lady for Christ sakes, I shouldn't have ruined myself but yet I did, I don't know what's right or wrong anymore. I just wish that all of this was a dream, but that's not possible. I can tell you right now that what we are doing is wrong though," She had begun to get worked up again and a tear slid past her icy exterior, "What did exactly happen last night?" Blown away by all that she had sprung on him he quickly recovered, "Damn" He muttered, "Hush now its al right, love, what happened last night is minor, its ok, your going to be ok." He had pulled her back into his embrace. He rested his chin on the top of her head, he was running his hands over her curly golden locks. He slid his face down to rest it on her shoulder. One tear escaped his eye and slid down her bare back. She was startled by the sudden wetness but otherwise stayed their and cried her eyes out. When they finally moved out of their intimate embrace, tears stained Jacks open shirt. A hearty laugh bubbled out of nowhere from him and his gold teeth flashed in the dim candlelight, "Well are you going to get out of bed? Or are you going to laze around all day?" he asked with a grin and a kiss on her full lips, "Or are you going to wait for Elizabeth to hunt you down?" "Oh my goodness your right!" She hopped out of bed like a jack rabbit with his tail on fire. She began pulling her under drawers on and all of her under things. She paused only for a moment to get Jack to tie the strings of her corset. Then she pulled the royal purple dress with the low cut bodice, that she had worn previously the other night. While Sandra scrambled around trying to gain her composure back, Jack had positioned himself against the headboard with his arms folded tightly across his chest. He smirked, one leg was hanging off the bed, and the other found its way to suspend only a couple inches from the ground. She finished dressing in a blur and she sneaked herself out of his cabin, returning once to claim a lost shoe. Jack laughed as he had never laughed before, he let the laugh come out, it echoed in his room. By the time he was done he had tears in his eyes. Both of the couples had met in the kitchen where the one, Sandra and Jack were snacking on an apple, and a scone. Elizabeth and Will were wrapped around each other tighter than a knot could get. Jack and Sandra turned to face each other and shared a look of disgust. "So did you two love birds get any sleep last night?" Jack nudged and winked at him. A blush arose in Will's face and Elizabeth's face, "You scallywag! That is personal!" She playfully slapped him on the arm. He flinched. A blush raised in his face. Sandra hadn't known that the weather-beaten pirate could blush. The newlyweds had turned back to each other to once again kiss passionately. "We'll be at the island in 3 days time. So the present discomfort your probably experiencing, due to current renovations, will end soon," Said Jack to Will with a pointed finger, "The full repairs won't be done until we arrive at port there" Oh, Jack its alright, we're happy as it is," Will exclaimed between kissing Elizabeth, "As long as we're together that's all that matters" "Yes, that's all that matters," finished Elizabeth. Once again the two newfound lovers, Jack and Sandra shared look of disgust. They escaped the kitchen as quickly as possible. They scurried out of there, on the way out the door swung back and forth from the force. Once they were outside Jack grabbed her elbow and spun her around, her back against the wall, one of his hands was right above her ear, bracing himself against the wall. The other hand was gracefully tracing a path with one finger along her cheek, that had a rose color rise, immediately after he had done that. He leaned in close to her, and bowed his head and was so close to her that she could feel his breath on the elegant curve of her neck. "Well good morning, love" Jack said, stroking underneath her earlobe, he lifted his head to her ear and whispered, "I've been wanting to tell you that all morning" Sandra smiled and replied," it's a good morning to you too, Jack" Her hands were playing in the messy dark brown mop on his head, finding her way to the back of his neck to play with the peach fuzz that had grown there, she caressed the spot. He groaned inwardly. "I know something you don't know!" Jack said playfully, grinning at her. "What do you know, precious pirate?" She replied, mischievously. "I've yet to kiss you this morning!" With that he pulled her to closer him and slanted his mouth over hers, he drew his tongue along her lower lip to coax her mouth open. This worked for him, he plundered her mouth, savoring in its sweetness, loving it. They stood out in the hall their tongues playing, occasionally the couple would pause for air but continuing on with their adventure. All of a sudden the boat lurched and everything went with it. Jack and Sandra were thrown against the wooden wall. Sandra was still in Jack's protective embrace. "What the hell was that?" Jack hollered up to the deck.
Authors Note*** hey thanks for the review and I'm so very sorry that it takes me so long to write a new chapter but it has to go through a lot before I can get it onto fanfic, Plus the fact that I'm still computer illiterate and probably will be for a while. All those who cant work their computer raise their hands in the air!! Anyways back to the story...
**Disclaimer** I know I was supposed to get back to the story but I'm a terrible person and I'm gonna lie to you guys and I'm not going back to the story, just kidding, I've just got to say how much I don't own any of the characters, and bladdy, bladdy blah!! You know that old chestnut; anyways since you already knew that I'm gonna move along now.
**Chapter 2**
Sandra woke up with a start. She placed a delicate hand to her forehead. She placed her other hand beside her to steady herself. Her vision was blurring and it had this effect, the room seemed to spin around her. She couldn't remember for the life of her where she was. She didn't have a darn clue. She sat up in the King size bed. She looked around the small interior of the cabin. There was a round table. On it were a deck of cards, set out as if two people had played poker. There was an almost empty, open bottle of amber liquid, which looked like rum, sitting out. Small piles of clothing littered the ground around the bed, her clothing, and pair of boots were bedside. From the small window, above a shelf on the wall, sun was shining through. Sandra blinked her eyes a few times to allow the light change. When she made to get out of the bed she felt a sting between her legs in her most private area. She untwisted the sheet from around her naked torso and freed her legs, as soon as she did that, she found something that put fear into her eyes.
A crimson bloodstain was in the middle of the bed. It had dried overnight, but it was all of the proof that she needed to tell her what happened the night before, and why she had this overly large headache. You know, the only reason she had come on this trip was to satisfy her older sister's wishes, to "watch out" for her and protect her while sailing with her husband Will. Sandra was legendary in their small town for settling the brawls at the local bar. So Elizabeth asked her to come on the trip, "honeymoon" at least to that's what that was Sandra said it was, no matter how many times Elizabeth denied it. Jack, the infamous Jack Sparrow, had offered the newlyweds to take them to a scarcely populated island where they could have a romantic week spent in each other's arms, where no one could bother the couple. The wedding ceremony was so beautiful, even though it only consisted of a small cluster of friends and Commodore Narrington, their father, then one of Will's friends. Elizabeth walked down the isle with a simple plain white cotton dress with a silk bodice. It was lovely; Sandra had put her hair up into a bun at the back of her head and pulled a few strands out to frame her face. Will had gotten dressed up for the event as well, a nice tailored vest, with black trousers, and a plain white shirt underneath the vest. He had a carnation in the pocket on the front of the vest. Will's friend dropped hints continually that he found me attractive. It was sickening; he was such a slob at the conservative and quiet marriage dinner at the governor's mansion. The fool kept dropping food into his lap and laughing at the most ridiculous things. (Enough about the stupid wedding that doesn't matter!!) Sandra couldn't believe that she had gone to the notorious Jack Sparrow's cabin that late at night. Her stupid act of boasting him into playing that game, he had warned her, didn't he...oh well she was already ruined, it's too late for regrets now. Even though she shouldn't regret her actions, she did. Getting drunk then sleeping with Jack was the most moronic thing she could have done! (I wouldn't have though! I want to sleep with JOHNNY DEPP! I DO I DO!) (Just kidding) Things had gotten heated; she had lost her virginity and now gained a chance of being pregnant. Damn it she thought and where in the hell is that bastard now I wonder! She took the pillow and buried her face into it. She just wanted to go back to sleep and pretend this was all a dream, nothing but a dream. She groaned. Rolling on to her side she pulled up the blankets up around her head and fell back onto the blanket, almost hitting the headboard on her way down. She began to relax, when the bed creaked and whined a complain, indicating that there was someone sitting on the bed. She felt the bed sink down slightly on the other side of the bed. The covers were up, covering her chest, and she was sitting with her legs crossed in front of her. She had known who the intruder was without even looking, so predictable she guessed. "Jack," She said, her voice filled with raw emotion. Jack brought one of his work roughened hands to caresses her cheek. A slow lazy smile spread across her regal face. It was quickly erased when she noticed the dark frown that furrowed his brow. She held a battle within her head, not knowing what to say to him, whether or not she should keep quiet or not. A sudden thought popped into her head, maybe something happened to Elizabeth, or Will. "What's the matter? Did something happen to Elizabeth? Will?" She wondered aloud. She began to worry her bottom lip, A bad habit for her. She began to fidget when he didn't answer for a while. "No my sweet golden angel, nothing is wrong, just that you look so damned beautiful in the morning, has anyone ever told you that?" He asked. "There hasn't been anyone to see me in the morning when I first wake up, normally I'm already dressed and ready, plus its not quite proper for anyone to see me when I first wake up," she informed him politely. "Well, I was just letting you know that you look to good to eat," He said as he pulled her into his lap. She cuddled closer to where the heat was radiating off of him the most. She was sitting in a tight ball on his lap. His arms went automatically around her. To her he was so warm and, he smelled of stale rum, fresh pine, and cigar smoke, courtesy of the crew below deck. A sniff broke the silence. "Love," he whispered against her temple, "What's wrong?" He began to stroke her hair and rock her back and fourth gently. Holding back the tears she simply replied, "Nothings wrong Jack why would there be?" She moved out of his embrace a bit and leaned back, he dwarfed her, looking up into his eyes. How was he not going to notice the glassy look that she gave him? "Alright Jack you want the truth, well watch out because you asked for it, I'm so damn confused I cant think straight, I don't know what the hell we think we are doing I mean, I'm a lady for Christ sakes, I shouldn't have ruined myself but yet I did, I don't know what's right or wrong anymore. I just wish that all of this was a dream, but that's not possible. I can tell you right now that what we are doing is wrong though," She had begun to get worked up again and a tear slid past her icy exterior, "What did exactly happen last night?" Blown away by all that she had sprung on him he quickly recovered, "Damn" He muttered, "Hush now its al right, love, what happened last night is minor, its ok, your going to be ok." He had pulled her back into his embrace. He rested his chin on the top of her head, he was running his hands over her curly golden locks. He slid his face down to rest it on her shoulder. One tear escaped his eye and slid down her bare back. She was startled by the sudden wetness but otherwise stayed their and cried her eyes out. When they finally moved out of their intimate embrace, tears stained Jacks open shirt. A hearty laugh bubbled out of nowhere from him and his gold teeth flashed in the dim candlelight, "Well are you going to get out of bed? Or are you going to laze around all day?" he asked with a grin and a kiss on her full lips, "Or are you going to wait for Elizabeth to hunt you down?" "Oh my goodness your right!" She hopped out of bed like a jack rabbit with his tail on fire. She began pulling her under drawers on and all of her under things. She paused only for a moment to get Jack to tie the strings of her corset. Then she pulled the royal purple dress with the low cut bodice, that she had worn previously the other night. While Sandra scrambled around trying to gain her composure back, Jack had positioned himself against the headboard with his arms folded tightly across his chest. He smirked, one leg was hanging off the bed, and the other found its way to suspend only a couple inches from the ground. She finished dressing in a blur and she sneaked herself out of his cabin, returning once to claim a lost shoe. Jack laughed as he had never laughed before, he let the laugh come out, it echoed in his room. By the time he was done he had tears in his eyes. Both of the couples had met in the kitchen where the one, Sandra and Jack were snacking on an apple, and a scone. Elizabeth and Will were wrapped around each other tighter than a knot could get. Jack and Sandra turned to face each other and shared a look of disgust. "So did you two love birds get any sleep last night?" Jack nudged and winked at him. A blush arose in Will's face and Elizabeth's face, "You scallywag! That is personal!" She playfully slapped him on the arm. He flinched. A blush raised in his face. Sandra hadn't known that the weather-beaten pirate could blush. The newlyweds had turned back to each other to once again kiss passionately. "We'll be at the island in 3 days time. So the present discomfort your probably experiencing, due to current renovations, will end soon," Said Jack to Will with a pointed finger, "The full repairs won't be done until we arrive at port there" Oh, Jack its alright, we're happy as it is," Will exclaimed between kissing Elizabeth, "As long as we're together that's all that matters" "Yes, that's all that matters," finished Elizabeth. Once again the two newfound lovers, Jack and Sandra shared look of disgust. They escaped the kitchen as quickly as possible. They scurried out of there, on the way out the door swung back and forth from the force. Once they were outside Jack grabbed her elbow and spun her around, her back against the wall, one of his hands was right above her ear, bracing himself against the wall. The other hand was gracefully tracing a path with one finger along her cheek, that had a rose color rise, immediately after he had done that. He leaned in close to her, and bowed his head and was so close to her that she could feel his breath on the elegant curve of her neck. "Well good morning, love" Jack said, stroking underneath her earlobe, he lifted his head to her ear and whispered, "I've been wanting to tell you that all morning" Sandra smiled and replied," it's a good morning to you too, Jack" Her hands were playing in the messy dark brown mop on his head, finding her way to the back of his neck to play with the peach fuzz that had grown there, she caressed the spot. He groaned inwardly. "I know something you don't know!" Jack said playfully, grinning at her. "What do you know, precious pirate?" She replied, mischievously. "I've yet to kiss you this morning!" With that he pulled her to closer him and slanted his mouth over hers, he drew his tongue along her lower lip to coax her mouth open. This worked for him, he plundered her mouth, savoring in its sweetness, loving it. They stood out in the hall their tongues playing, occasionally the couple would pause for air but continuing on with their adventure. All of a sudden the boat lurched and everything went with it. Jack and Sandra were thrown against the wooden wall. Sandra was still in Jack's protective embrace. "What the hell was that?" Jack hollered up to the deck.