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Chapter three: A Carribean Pirate in New Orleans

Blackart stood, dumbfounded, his eyes blinking and his mouth opening and closing in rapid succession, like a fish gasping for air.

For his part, Jack gave a slight bow in acknowledgement, wondering exactly when DID Rose plan on starting to lie....?

Blackart spoke first, "Captain Jack Sparrow?!" he finally sputtered, turning to Rose in confusion.

Rose plastered on a huge smile "Isn't he GREAT?!" she exclaimed with as much manufactured excitement as she could, "Doesn't he look EXACTLY like him?" she looked at Blackart, hoping to God he was buying this.

Blackart, for one, thought he was either completely going insane, or she was. "Well...I..suppose he does.." he began...

"I know! Doesn't he?" Rose interrupted with a laugh that she hoped didn't sound as nervous as it felt. "He is just....totally...completely into the role. A real method actor."

Blackart smiled stiffly, "Yes. he certainly seems to..be...but...why?"

Rose took a deep breath, 'Here it goes', she thought looking at Jack, willing him to follow her lead, "I thought...wouldn't it be just a really fun and really neat....a just a really fun and neat idea if we hired ACTORS to play the parts of famous pirates at the opening night gala for the uh..."her words were spilling a mile a minute from her mouth, something that only happened when she was nervous or scared, "the uh...opening of the uh..Pirate Wing....thing.....?"

Blackart looked blankly at her for a moment, than her meaning dawned on him..."Oh, of course! And he is playing the part of....."

"Captain Jack Sparrow!" Rose finished for him, triumphantly. 'Thank God, it worked!' she thought with relief.

Blackart held out his hand "Well, its a fantastic...job you've done Mr...?" he waited for Jack to supply his name.

"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack didn't take the hand offered him.

"Oh god," Rose grumbled under her breath. She opened the door and began to lead Blackart out, forcing a laugh, "See? What did I tell you? Total immersion in the character. I'm tellin ya, he out DeNiro-s DeNiro!" She looked back at Jack, jerking her head at him, motioning to follow.

"Okay! Well, now that we've got that straightened out! I wish I could continue the tour with you, Arthur," she had taken his hand and began to lead him up the stairs, across the deck and down the gangplank, one eye on Blackart and the other on the drunken yet oddly graceful sway of Jack as he followed them off the Pearl. "But, there is just so much to do still to get ready for the big day!" Rose knew she was babbling, but she couldn't seem to control it. "You know, busy-busy! And I've got to meet with 'Capt. Jack' here in my office, so I'll just walk you to the entrance of the exhibit here..." she opened the door, the sunlight blinding all three of them momentarily, "...and you can....you know...just call me..if anything comes up!" She placed her hand on Blackart's back and all but shoved him bodily out of the exhibit, "Okay, so thanks again and we'll finish the tour..." she closed the door, "later."

She took Jack by the hand and led him into her office. Never had she been so glad than now that she had insisted on having her office built right inside the Pirate's Cave. Originally, it was for a quiet place to work, one in which she could gaze at the sight of the Pearl whenever she wanted. Now it was the place where she could hide Jack, until she figured out what the hell was going on.

Turning on the lights, she shut the door behind her. Leaning momentarily, she rested her forehead against the door, letting out a relieved sigh. It felt like she had been holding her breath for an hour. "Ahem," she heard Jack clear his throat behind her.

She turned, and for the first time since she first went into the Cabin, she looked at him. He was still as handsome as she remembered. Dark smoky eyes that could literally ignite fires in a woman; long, dark hair twisted and tangled in a gloriously sexy mess; his beaded beard, exotic and dangerous, and his lean, tanned body, his huge, hot--"Rose, me luv?" Jack's voice cut into her brain and her flew back up to his face. She felt her own face redden when she realized she had been openly (and lustfully) gawking.

He sat slightly down on her desk, a sly smile playing about his lips. "Is lookin gonna be enough for ye, now?"

Rose shut her eyes tightly, forcing herself to think about more imporatnt things. Like how did he get here, and how does she get him back to where he belongs?

She strode quickly to her desk and sat in her chair. Her sheer handkerchief hem skirt creating a cooling breeze that relieved her previous lust. Slightly. "Jack, do you know where you are, right now?"

Jack looked around, "I....hm." he started, then shook his head slightly. "No."

For a man who had no idea where he was, he didn't sound very concerned, Rose thought.
She tried again. "What year is it?"

Jack considered a bit. "I'm not very good at dates, luv, but I seem to recall hear'n someone say summink about it bein' 1789?"

Oh. My. God! Rose thought! 220 years! She knew what must have happened. And if it hadn't happened to her 5 years ago, she would never believe it.

"By the looks of you, luv, I have the feelin' its NOT 1789...is it?" Rose shook her head. "Did summink happen to me, like wot happen' to ye, last time we met?"

Rose nodded slowly. He's taking this better than I thought, she mused. "Jack, what's the last thing you remember?"

He stroked his beard and looked thoughtful. "Well, I was in Puerto Rico. We docked the ship there and went into town for a bit o' pleasure. I was in this tavern, an' this old gypsy woman sat herself down besi' me..."

"Isme'?" Rose interrupted, knowing the answer already.

"Bloody hell, girl. Thas it, on the nose. Ye know 'er, then, from....before?" Rose nodded. "So... she's done to me, wot she did to you, only...." he looked at her sideways, "wot year did ye say it is, luv?"

Rose swallowed hard. This could get difficult. She remember how hard it was for her 5 years ago (or was 225 years ago?) when she learned she had somehow been transported back in time to the year 1786. She took a deep breath. "It's 2009, Jack."

Jack stood up and considered. "An that's what..200 years since....?" he looked out the window at the Black Pearl. Rose readied herself for what she thought was coming. Denial, hysteria, something.

He turned back to face her. "She looks fine, luv. Ye've done a gran job keepin' her up. I thank you". Rose blinked twice. He's either totally insane already, or the most laid back man....alive. or something....

She leaned back in her chair, the back of it giving way as she did. This caught Jack's attention and walked around to the back of her desk to get a better look at it. She swiveled around to face him. This interested Jack even more. He sat on the edge of the desk, waiting to see what else the chair could do. "Jack!" Rose brought him out of his observation. "Doesn't it....freak you out even in the tiniest bit? I mean, 220 years is a pretty big...uh, date change...?"

She looked up at Jack, waiting for his answer. He looked at her, his hands idly stroking his beard. She was beautiful, just as he remembered her. Long hair that fell in careless waves about her shoulders, glints of auborn when the light hit it just right. Large eyes that could be as blue as the sea during fair weather, and as stormy gray during the foul. Her lips were full and pink, parted slightly and glistening wet. His gaze traveled downward. Her skin was as smooth as he remembered. Lightly tanned and golden. Her white silk blouse only accentuated that. Did she still taste of rum and honey he wondered? He stood suddenly, a familar heat rising in his loin.

Rose recognized the look of lust in his eyes. The desire there took her breath away. She tried to speak before it took reason away, as well.

"Jack," that came out breathier than she wanted it to. She got a hold of herself and began again. "Jack, you must have some feeling about what's happened to you.."

Jack leaned down, his hands grasping the arms of her chair on either side. Kneeling, he pulled her close, so close that she could feel the heat radiating off his body, so close that she could smell the musky scent of his skin..... His eyes widened slightly at the ease of that action. he looked down and chuckled softly. "Wheels as well?" He moved the chair even closer, positioning himself so that her legs were now on either side of him. The chair rocked slightly.

A sensual smile played across his face. "Oh, I think I like this chair...."

Rose gasped as she felt his hands lift her skirt, moving slowly up her legs, leaving a trail of fire along every inch he touched.

She licked her lips and tried to get his mind off his very obvious intention. "Jack, really. This must be a very.." her breath caught as his fingers traced little circles on her inner thighs "very..ah troubling thing..."

"Rose, me luv" he breathed huskily, he eyes boring into hers. " The only thing I'm troubled about now, is that its been over 220 years since I've had the pleasure of your body..." his hands wandered up to her hips, his fingers entwined in the lace of her thong. With a deft, swift move, he pulled them off of her. "I'm not about to let another minute go by without partaking of your sweetness"

With that, he took her face in his hands, his mouth swiftly covering hers, his teeth nibbling at her lips, his tongue demanding entrance.

Heat burned through her body, and she literally felt herself become wet and slick with her arousal. There was no denying him, and no denying herself, any longer.

With a moan, she opened her mouth, his tongue captured hers. She tangled her fingers in his hair and pressed her mouth even harder against his, savoring the taste of salt and rum, a taste she had missed desperately.

Unable to hold back any longer, his hands found her blouse and ripped it savagely apart, exposing her perfect breasts, the nipples already rosy and erect with her passion.

With a groan, his mouth left hers and made its way down to one breast. He nipped, licked, and sucked until Rose arched her back, moaning loudly. He looked up at her face, its lovely features contorting with ecstasy and moved to the other breast, sucking on it hungrily.

The chair gave way even more under his weight, and Rose wondered if it wouldn't break. "Ah, Lass, my Rose" Jack's voice was ragged with lust. "I've missed ye.." his lips found hers again as his hands fumbled with his trousers, releasing them, giving his manhood, hot and hard with lust, freedom.

Straightening for a moment, he looked at her, breathing hard. He took her hand and moved it down, placing it on his member, letting her fingers wrap around it.

"Ah, Jack" she breathed, her hand stroking it, teasing it. She felt him tremble and a groan escaped his lips.

"See how ye affect me luv? Tell me, do I affect you..as well?" one hand traveled back up her skirt, cupping her briefly before slipping one finger inside the slick, wet heat of her sex.

He let his finger slide in and out, teasing her into a spasm of desire.

"God! Jack, please! I can't stand it anymore! Now!" She grabbed him the shirt, bringing his face down to hers, her mouth hungrily devouring his own.

With an animal growl, he stood slightly and stradled her, his mouth never once leaving hers. Lifting her hips to meet his own, he moved his hard shaft up and into her, her wetness closing in around him. She was so tight, her flesh surrounded him like crushed velvet, and it was all he could do not to explode in a climax right there.

He pulled out of her slightly and his mouth blazed a trail from hers to her ear, he whispered huskily, "Seems I'm not the only one who's not had the pleasures of the flesh for sometime...."

His tongue ran along her ear, sucking her lobe into his mouth, making her shiver with excitement. At the same time, he entered her again, ramming his length into her, smiling as she groaned loudly, arching her back, and raising her hips to meet him thrust for thrust.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tighter as she felt him move in and out of her slick wetness. Her chair rocked and creaked in time as he took his pleasure in her. Her hands grasped at his back, the nails raking along the fabric. Her moans became increasingly louder, as she neared her "le petite morte"....

Jack opened his eyes and gazed at her face, he grunted savagely as he felt her muscles tightening, her body beginning to tremble with the coming climax. He struggled to control his own orgasm. 'Ladies First' was his motto.

"Ah, Lass, Rose!!!"His words sounded like a roar, his hands moving from her breasts, down. She felt his fingers explore her womanhood, finding the erect nub, his thumb circled it and her world exploded. "JACK!"

Her climatic scream echoed and he felt the warm gush of her sex, covering his rock hard shaft. That was it, he could hold no more. With a gutteral cry, he plunged himself all the way into her, his hot seed spilling forth and filling her.

Her back arched and she clung to him. He buried his face in her neck, raining hot and cool kisses upon her skin. He continued to rock into her gently, bringing her body to complete release. He only left her once he sensed her breathing return to normal.

Using the arms of the chair for support, he raised himself slightly, enjoying the sight of her satisfied grin. He bent down to taste the sweetness of her lips. The chair rocked and swiveled slightly and he laughed softly.

"I definitely like this chair. I'm havin' one put in me cabin."