Jack and Anamaria moved to a table in a more secluded area to finish discussing their plans and encouraged the barmaid to keep the rum coming. Soon they had devised what Anamaria believed to be a workable strategy; some details may be altered along the way, but her goal was definitely within range now. Upon formulating their plan, they fell into a more casual conversation, the rum working to loosen both of their tongues as the evening wore on.
Jack knew that he was drawing close to his limit, but upon noticing the small effect the rum was having on Anamaria, elected to continue. Granted she was growing tipsy, but she was still more sober than most men he had seen drink as much as she had.
Much to his dismay, he found himself liking her more and more. He had anticipated only getting to know her well enough to be able to take advantage of her and take her boat, but the more they talked, the more she grew on him. He enjoyed her fiery spirit and actually could see a lot of his own personality in this younger female pirate. She was also very pretty; her skin was remarkably soft despite the years she had spent at sea and her dark eyes were extremely expressive.
When the barmaid brought the next round of drinks, Anamaria decided to toast to the plans they had made as well as their newly established partnership. "To the future," she said, raising her mug.
Tilting his head and staring intently at her raised glass, Jack thought of how close he might be to getting the Pearl back. Changing the toast, he replied, "To the Black Pearl." He clinked his mug to hers and they took a long drink.
"I'm glad we met Jack," Anamaria said. It was rare for her to feel that way about someone and even rarer for her to admit, but she really did like him. She thought that with him, she had an excellent chance at getting back at Barbossa. She would never have imagined they would get along so well, mostly because they both seemed very headstrong; however, Jack was different than most pirates. He had a nice side to him, what could almost be called a good side. When she had first seen him, she had thought him slightly odd looking. Yet now, as she stared at him across the table under the low light of the lanterns that lit the tavern, she found him attractive. His kohl-rimmed eyes drew her in and there was an awkward moment between them as his eyes held hers.
Slowly smiling first, he then agreed with her, "I assure you, the pleasure 'as been all mine Anamaria."
The awkwardness between them held and she let out a small laugh in attempt to break the tension. Jack smiled at her again and she found herself thinking that his golden grin was remotely sexy. She quickly pushed the thought out of her mind. I must have had way too much rum she surmised. Probably time to find somewhere to sleep for the night before I say something I might regret.
"Well Jack," Anamaria started, "If we're going to be leaving in the morning, I'm gonna need to get some rest tonight."
"Aye," Jack agreed.
Emptying her mug, she stated. "Meet me at the docks in the morning. Be there early. I'll be waiting at the Jolly Mon."
"Where're you staying tonight?" Jack asked, words slurring for a moment before he regained control.
"I'm not sure…no worries though, I'm sure it won't be hard to find somewhere to stay." She smiled slyly, positive that he had understood the meaning behind her comment.
"What say we get a room upstairs for the evenin', what say you to that?" Jack asked.
"I don't think you could handle me in a room alone Sparrow," Anamaria said dryly.
"Try me," Jack said, raising his eyebrows.
"Alright then," Anamaria said, accepting his challenge.
Jack almost choked on his rum; he was so surprised with her sudden agreement. He had for all intents and purposes been joking, not thinking it possible to convince her to stay with him. But then from what he had gathered from their conversation, maybe she didn't need convincing, she seemed to know very well what she wanted and she was every bit as wild as he was. It was one of the things that he found most attractive about her; she could hold her own against him and he had met very few women that were capable of that in his lifetime and none of who accomplished it as well as Anamaria.
He was even more surprised when she stood a few seconds later and asked, "What are you waiting for?"
Jack quirked an eyebrow.
"Never mind, I'll get the key myself," she said, rolling her eyes at him. As she walked away, she hoped she wasn't making a mistake. She knew her reaction had surprised him; it had surprised her as well, but there was a level of physical attraction between them. Why deny that? There was no doubt in her mind that the two of them could show each other a good time. Even better to her was the thought that they were both the type of people who would be able to go on the next day as if nothing had ever happened.
She paid for the room as well as the rum at the counter. She was glad she had such a profitable career; their rum had been expensive. As the barmaid handed her the key, Anamaria noticed the dirty look she gave her.
"Jealous?" she taunted.
Turning up her nose, the barmaid walked over to assist one of her tables.
Anamaria returned to where she and Jack had been sitting, holding the key. Jack was becoming more impressed by the minute with her boldness.
"Are you ready Captain Sparrow?" Anamaria asked, dangling the key in front of his deep eyes.
"Aye, I am," Jack said, standing to follow her. They walked up the stairs to the second floor and down the long hall.
"Room five, here it is," Anamaria said. As she went to insert the key into the lock of the door Jack leaned over and kissed her neck.
"Captain Sparrow," she said, pulling away. "I'll not have any of our potential crew members see you kissing me in the hallway."
"Sorry," Jack said, looking down and stepping back. She's right he considered for someone to see us together...that could definitely cause problems later on.
Anamaria opened the door and they both stepped inside the dingy room. Jack turned around to shut and lock the door behind them and Anamaria faced him.
"What happens in this room must stay in this room," she said.
It was a cloudy night and little light poured in the single window, causing them to stand in almost complete blackness, but Jack could feel how close she was to him as he turned around. He could feel her hot breath on his cheek.
"Agreed," he responded, just above a whisper. His voice was low and husky as he removed his hat and set it on the dresser next to the wall. He leaned in to kiss her, but before he got the chance she pushed him hard against the door and forcefully pressed her lips to his, her own hat tipping and falling to the ground. Jack was a little caught off guard although he knew at this point that nothing should shock him about this woman. He had never met anyone quite like her, a girl who knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to do whatever it took to get it.
Jack returned the kiss with the same amount of fervor that Anamaria had given it. Slipping his tongue into her mouth, he wrapped his arms around her, running his fingers up the back of her neck and into her long dark hair. Anamaria leaned against him harder, grinding her hips against his and enjoying his obvious arousal. Their passionate kiss continued and Anamaria took his bottom lip between her teeth, biting it slightly as she pulled on it and then sucking it gently to dull the pain.
Jack's desire was blinding, he could scarcely recall a time when he had wanted a girl as badly as he did this one. He pushed against her softly and she took several steps backwards, allowing him to guide her across the room as she continued her assault on his lips. Her fingers unfastened his belt and pulled numbly at the sash he kept constantly tied around his waist. As it fell at his feet, her fingers moved to his vest, swiftly unbuttoning and pushing it down his arms so that it also fell to the floor. Still their kiss endured.
Anamaria next tugged his shirt off in one brisk motion, causing their lips to part for only a moment and then cool hands touched burning flesh as she ran her hands over his well-muscled chest making Jack feel as though he may be consumed in the fire of the passion being created. Stopping several steps away from the bed, he slid his hands lightly down her arms pausing briefly to rest them on her hips and pull her closer to him before he ran them gently up her sides, encountering the smooth skin under her shirt. He enjoyed feeling the tiny goose bumps that rose on her skin resulting from his touch. Pulling her shirt over her head, he lowered his lips to hers, once again feeding off the lust that was growing inescapable between them. He let her shirt slip from his fingers to the floor and brought his hands to her shoulders, softly pressing her onto the bed. Anamaria pulled him on top of her and he fought to restrain himself. He wanted to savor every minute they had together, but the fire was burning out of control.
Soon the rest of their clothing was strewn across the floor. Jack was pleased that she had no shame in undressing him. His hands ran over her body, at first touching her tenderly and then more roughly as he took pleasure in her moans of satisfaction.
Finally he could take no more; he had to have her as his own. As he lifted himself over her, he felt her push against him, rolling over him so that she ended up on top.
"Captain Sparrow," she breathed heavily, her hands pinning his wrists above his head. "I am not one of those prissy little tavern wenches who loves to succumb to your every desire." She rubbed her body against his causing Jack to moan aloud. His eyes rolled back and then closed involuntarily as his head fell to the side, a wave of desire rushing over him. "I enjoy being in control just as much as you do."
Her grip on his wrists was growing tighter and surprisingly Jack was finding himself having a hard time trying to get away. He wasn't sure if it was because he really didn't want to or because she was in fact very strong. Either way he found himself enjoying her forcefulness; it was a tremendous turn-on. As she continued to tease him, Jack was burning inside. He felt he might literally catch on fire if he could not have her.
Just as he was beginning to think he couldn't take anymore, Anamaria raised her body and slowly lowered herself onto him, at first only letting him enter her a little and then more and more. She released his wrists and he quickly switched their positions. He had to be in control if only for a moment; she was killing him with the teasing and he couldn't take it anymore. He entered her forcefully and she moaned aloud. He was rough with her, but Jack liked it that way and from the way she screamed his name as she climaxed he could tell she did too.
Soon they lay sweating side-by-side staring at each other. Jack wished they had brought some rum up with them. He could use a long drink of it about now.
Looking into Anamaria's eyes, he said in his most serious voice, "Want to go for a second time around?" He brushed a stray hair off of her face.
"Are you kidding me?" she leaned over to kiss him again. "Of course I want to go for a second time around, and then a third, and a fourth…" her voice trailed off, but she was smiling. "But only on one condition."
"What's that?" Jack asked, confused.
"This next time I get to be on top the whole time," she kissed him again, pulling herself on top of him.
"I 'ave no problems with that, it's your turn to do all the work."
Anamaria looked at him hard, "I believe it was me who was working hard from the beginning." She laughed.
"Ahhh, that's right," Jack said, pulling her into another kiss. "Show me some more of your hard work."
They did end up going for thirds and fourths, then it got confusing and Jack lost count. Their intimacy lasted almost the entire evening. Though neither of them would ever let on, they both felt that it was probably the best sex they had ever had. Jack had never felt so refreshed by a woman. He loved that she could take control of the situation at any moment, taking control of him as well. Anamaria enjoyed being with a man who had no problems with letting her be in control and wasn't so threatened by her that he could not take over at any instant and be in control himself.
The sun was just starting to rise when they both dozed off. They planned to sleep for a few hours and then they would both head down to the docks. Jack was going to get the boat ready to sail while Anamaria went into the town to pick up several items that they would need along the way. She was aware that her boat had several small leaks and they would only get worse on their upcoming voyage. She needed to get some tar to patch them; it was the whole reason she had stopped in Tortuga to begin with. Well, that and to drink some rum and hook up with some men if she was honest with herself. For some reason, she neglected telling Jack about the leaks, she wasn't sure why. She would fix them and they would be off in no time.
Jack awoke several hours later, embarrassed to find that he had draped his arm over her while they were sleeping and pulled her to him. She looked happy as a small smile lit her face and he hated to wake her, she must have been dreaming about good memories.
He dressed himself and when she still hadn't awoken he reevaluated his plan. He knew she would be angry, but he decided to go with his original strategy at the last minute. He had never really wanted to take her to Port Royal with him; he had only wanted to use her boat. However, now that he had gotten to know her, he fully intended on returning a few days later to have her join him as a part of his crew. He liked her so much that he would make sure she actually got the boat back he decided. Rather than stealing it, he would only borrow it for a couple of days and then return it to her.
Aside from "borrowing" the boat, he only deviated from his original plan with one other detail. Sitting down at the wobbly desk the room provided he pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper from his coat pocket and wrote Anamaria a letter.
of this journey, I must complete on my
own…it will work better that way. I am
borrowing your boat, I promise to return it
to you shortly as I will be back.
Really enjoyed last night…
Jack
After reading the note through again, Jack almost tore it up and tossed it out the window. He couldn't believe he was going to do this and leave her a note about it, but he felt bad. Anamaria was not a bad person; she only wanted to get even with Barbossa…the same man who had stolen his ship and now he was going to do the same to someone else. He felt terrible and therefore he had to leave the note, so she would know he was only borrowing her boat and would bring it back to her.
Placing the note on the pillow beside her, he abruptly turned and left the room. He went straight to the docks, untied her boat, and began his sail to Port Royal. Had he thought about the situation anymore he probably would have woken her and allowed her to go with him.
Anamaria awoke several minutes after Jack had left, but she was too late. She found the note from him and her mouth dropped open. He had left her! She dressed quickly and ran to the docks, but it was too late. Her boat was no longer tied to the dock and as she looked out at the ocean she could barely make out the small shape of it sailing away.
"Damn you Jack Sparrow! I hate you!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. People turned to stare and she ran back into town, holding back the tears that burned at the corners of her eyes and threatened to spill down her face at any moment.