Author's Note: This is my first PotC fic. Feedback is much appriciated, but no flamers please.
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Enchanting... Bewitching...
There are no other words for it really.
"We're devils and blacksheep. We're really bad eggs! Drink up, me hearties. Yo ho!" the flamboyant captain sings off key. A cool night breeze playing in his hair, causing the beds and trinkets to dance around his face and provides a silvery melody to his song.
"Yo ho. Yo ho. A pirates life for me!"
Those strong conjurer's hands resting on the wheel, that spare taut body swaying with the ship's movement.
Enchanting... Bewitching...
"Jack." Voice as soft as velvet in his ears. Simple syllables rolling of sweet lips and he is entranced.
Turning to see the angel that has come to visit him in the lonely watches of the night. Has he come to bless him?
Those delicate features, those brown eyes, as deep as the ocean, inviting you in, promising salvation.
"Jack, come to bed with me."
Enchanting... Bewitching...
Walk across the empty deck, worn boards under your bare feet. Push open the hatch and make your way down into the Pearl's belly. Move like a ghost, a spirit.
There be the Gallery. There be Cotton, sleeping, dreaming about when he still had a tongue, a voice. There be the captain's quarters. Put a hand on the door handle and pull it down slowly, quietly. Slip inside...
A single candle, spilling its light over the bed, over the two men in it.
Enchanting... Bewitching...
Tantalizing tricks of light and shadow. Beautiful faces relaxed in sleep, lips parted, chests rising and falling with calm breaths. Reach out; explore the curve of an arm wrapped protectively around a slender waste. Ghost your fingers down a flat stomach, over sculptural hipbones.
Enchanting... Bewitching...
Black eyes watching you from under lowered lashes, lips curling in a seductive smile, gilded teeth glittering. "Hello, darlin'."
Fin