Chapter 6 What do you mean I can't smoke?
Alyth looked towards the horizon, where a piece of land was just beginning to come into view.
"Land- Ho!" A voice called, and she looked up at the crows nest, apparently someone else had spotted it too. Smiling she made her way towards the helm, and Jack.
"What can I do fer ye luv?" Jack asked as she walked up the stairs.
"Where are we?"
"That there's Port Royal, I wanted te say hi te a few friends," he told her with a gleam in his eyes.
"Why do you have that look in your eyes Jack? What aren't you telling me?" She questioned him.
"Well ye see luv, ummm..."
"Jack, the Commodore wan's te know why yer here," Gibbs said as he walked up the stairs to Jack.
"Tell him we're jus passin through, need supplies, and nothing else, savvy?" Jack stated, and turned his attention back to Alyth. "Well, ye see luv... I need yer 'elp wit sumthin," he said with an evil grin.
"Jack, I know that grin, I don't like that grin," Alyth said, stepping away from him.
"Ana Maria, Take the helm and steer her into port, Alyth and I will be along shortly." Jack grabbed her arm as Ana took the wheel. Jack quietly pulled her down the stairs and into his cabin. "Here's the deal luv, I need ye te pretend yer a close, personal friend of William Turner, from England."
"Two problems with that Jack," Alyth started, sitting on his bed and looking up at him, "first, I know nothing of this William Turner, and second I can't do an English accent."
"Well, I guess I'll 'ave te teach ye then," Jack said, "ye know, I could teach ye a few otha things if ye want luv."
"I dunno about that Jack, in fact, I think I could probably teach you a few things," she said with a smirk.
"I'm always open te learning. We could start right now if ye want."
"Jack, why do I have to pretend to know this William?" She asked, ignoring the gleam in his eyes, and the way he was staring at her lips.
"Cause I'm a wanted pirate, I can't be seen at a proper weddin."
"So are we going to put you in a disguise? Wait, a wedding?"
"I spose so," he drawled, bringing his eyes to meet hers, and completely ignoring her question of the wedding.
"Oh, goody. Can I help with the disguise? I could really do something with your hair, maybe get rid of the coal around your eyes, oh and I-"
"Whats wrong with me hair?" He cut her off, looking outraged and cradling a dread to his cheek.
"Nothing, if you go for that Rastafarian type, which I was never really into," she lied easily, hiding her giggle.
"So ye mean te tell me that yer not attracted te me luv?"
"That's basically what I'm trying to say Jack."
"I think yer lying," Jack said, standing from his chair and walking over to the bed.
"Well then you'd be wrong," Alyth whispered as he kneeled in front of her.
"Then prove me wrong luv," he whispered, and brought his lips to hers. The feeling was intense as their lips collided together, fitting perfectly. His tongue ran along the outside of her lips, begging for access, which she quickly granted. He moved closer, cradling her head in his hand, as his other hand moved to her thigh, lightly caressing it. Alyth brought her hands to his chest, feeling his tight muscles underneath her fingertips. As their tongues battled, the outside world seemed to disappear and all that was left was each other. She pulled away, the need for air becoming too great, but he quickly moved so their tongues were battling again. Jack laid her down, moving so their lips never separated, and laid himself on top of her. His hands were roving over her body now, trying to feel every part of her and she allowed him to, wanting to feel him touching her.
"Ahem, sorry te interrupt, but we've docked at Port Royal sir," a voice said, and Alyth recognized the voice of Gibbs.
"Bloody hell," Jack said, turning to glare at Gibbs. Gibbs looked terrified, and ran out of the room. "I hate those bloody words," he mumbled.
"What words?"
"Sorry te interrupt," Jack said, looking down at Alyth with an almost feral grin.
"You should probably get ready to go to shore Jack."
"It can wait," he whispered, bringing his lips down to hers again. Alyth hated to stop it, but she just wasn't ready to sleep with this or any other man after only knowing him for a day or two. She regretfully pulled away, and pushed him off.
"Sorry Captain, I don't know about you but I could definitely use a shower, er bath," she said, and sat up.
"I could join ye, I can use a bath meself," he whispered, bringing his lips to her ear.
"Maybe another time Jack. So, I suppose the first order of business would be to meet this William Turner, correct?"
"Aye," he mumbled, looking annoyed at the turn of events.
"Your not mad, are you Jack?" She asked as he stood up.
"Naw, just need a moment is all, then I'll be fine luv." She watched as he walked to what looked to be a liquor cabinet, opened it, and took out a large bottle of rum. He stood there for a minute, and she knew what he was doing, and hated herself for doing it to him. 'I didn't mean to give him blue balls,' (AN # 1) she thought as she watched him in concern. He took a long drink from his rum, and then turned to her.
"Ye ready te go luv?" He asked, his good cheer obviously returned somewhat.
"Whenever you are Jack," she smiled at him
"Oh, I almost fergot te tell ye, ye need te leave yer cigarettes here."
"What? I can't leave them here, what if I get a craving, or I just really want one?" She whined.
"Then ye have te come back te the Pearl. If anyone were te see ye with a cigarette they'd think ye were a witch and try te burn ye, er drown ye er sumthin. The only place safe enough fer ye te smoke while were here is in me cabin, savvy?"
"Well, I, but... oh I suppose I'll leave them here, but let me smoke one before we go, never know when I'll have another chance."
"'O course luv, I'd neva dream 'o makin ye leave without a goodbye cigarette," Jack said.
"Just like I'd never dream of making you leave without a goodbye bottle of rum," she told him smiling.
"That's cause yer a smart girl, er, woman, luv?" She laughed as he said this, and lit a cigarette.
"I'll miss you guys, but I promise I'll be back for you," she whispered, hoping Jack hadn't heard. But when she looked up from her cigarettes, to her astonishment Jack was kissing his rum and whispering the same thing.
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AN Is, for anyone that doesn't know, blue balls is when a guy gets an erection and doesn't get to orgasm, and it's pretty painful, just food for thought ya'll.