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Two chapters today ladies being as chapter nine was quite short (by this story's standards anyway).
Usual thanks as well ;)
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Chapter Ten: 'Time for yer lesson darlin'
Dawn came too soon and Jenny rolled off the blankets, stowing them away in case she needed them again that night. She went about her chores, chatting with the crew around her as she realised that she was finally starting to enjoy their company.
'Jenny! Can you give us a hand wi' this pet?' She looked up at the call and went towards Mr. Gibbs only to find her way blocked by Jack holding her sword out to her, hilt first.
'She'll be along later Gibbs,' he drawled, his sneer showing a mouthful of gold. 'Time for yer lesson darlin.' She visibly trembled at the menace in his voice.
Jenny took the hilt, on her guard in case he tried any tricks but for once he played fair but very hard, pushing her to her limit and beyond. She had begged him to stop several times, but he would still come at her, forcing her to block his moves. Finally through sheer exhaustion Jenny dropped her blade, leaving herself exposed. Jack advanced slowly, the blade of his sword pressed against her neck, moving closer until he was pressing against her and he lowered his sword, dropping it onto the deck. 'You ever do anything like that again love and I will not come looking for you. Savvy?' His voice was low in her ear. 'SAVVY?'
She flinched at the shout, her body quivering with fatigue while her legs barely had enough strength to keep her standing. 'Savvy,' she whispered. 'I'm sorry Jack.'
'Aye, well yer nearly was sorry luv. If Davy an' Pete hadn't found yer when they did.....' He struggled against the temptation to take her in his arms and instead turned away and swaggered over to the helm. 'Brazil, here we come,' he called, watching as Jenny made her way slowly below deck. He gripped the spokes of the wheel, feeling angry with her for being so stupid and stubborn and angry with himself for feeling so strongly for her.
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Jenny looked around in panic, not recognising where she was. In her misery she had wandered along corridors and down stairs until she found herself quite lost. She cried out as someone leapt at her from behind and pulled a sack over her head as they clasped their hand over her mouth.
'Now, no screaming from you missy, understand?' came a rough voice from behind her then she felt herself being forced to the floor.
Jenny struggled against the heavy body pinning her down, then gave a muffled scream as she felt her clothes being torn off and calloused hands pawing and probing her body. Without warning, her head exploded with pain and her world went black as a fist cannoned into her jaw.
'I said no screaming you bitch. I don't see why th'Captain should have all th'fun…' he chuckled. Jenny felt his manhood pressing against her as she came round again and she whimpered, trying with all her strength to get from under her assailant but he was too strong and heavy.
'What the bloody hell is going on here?'
She cried out with relief as the familiar voice of Joshamee Gibbs came from along the corridor, then shot out a hand and grabbed her attacker by the leg before her could make his escape from the scene.
'Gerroff me ya bitch.' He kicked out at Jenny, catching her in the ribs in the process but it was too late and Gibbs was soon upon them, his face red with anger.
'Stan Wilson! Get up ya filthy bastard.' Gibbs hauled the man to his feet and punched him hard, sending him sprawling away from Jenny whom he lifted gently off the deck floor. 'Are you all right pet?'
'F-fine now you're here Mr. Gibbs.' She pulled the sack off her head and tried to use it to cover her nakedness, gasping in surprise as she recognised one of the men who had come to her rescue in San Juan.
'Here pet, have this.' The quartermaster took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, glaring at Wilson who was trying to sneak away. 'Don't you be going anywhere Wilson, the Cap'n will be wanting a word wi'you.'
'Thank you,' she whispered, grabbing her breeches off the deck floor and pulling them on hastily.
'C'mon pet, let's get you back t'Jack. Wilson.' Gibbs spat and indicated for the crewman to follow them as he led the way to the Captain's cabin, knocking but entering without being bid.
'What th'hell….?' Jack stopped short at the sight of Jenny wearing just her breeches and Gibbs' jacket, with a huge bruise appearing on her face.
'She was attacked by a crewman.' Gibbs nodded back at Wilson who was hovering outside the cabin door, then he released his hold on Jenny who hurried over to the bunk and drew the drapes across, giving her much needed privacy.
'With me Wilson,' Jack growled, the anger evident in his voice as he led the way to the deck where a sudden silence fell upon the crew as soon as they noticed their captain's face.
Wilson smirked to himself. He could take a flogging, he'd had them before. 'I'll get you when I've recovered, ya bitch,' he thought to himself.
'Wilson, face me you bastard,' Jack barked as he fought hard to keep control of his temper. 'You tried to force yourself on my woman. What have you got to say for yourself?' In his anger, Jack's voice became cultured and well spoken, making one or two men look at him agog.
Wilson tried to look humble but Jack saw the defiance in his eyes. 'I didn't know she was your woman Cap'n, I thought now you'd had her, she belonged ter all of us,' he simpered, arrogance giving him courage.
'You know my rules, I do not allow rape on this ship. What you do ashore is your own business but you tried to rape my woman on my ship.' Jack drew his pistol from his belt and cocked it and aimed at the head of Stan Wilson who blanched and paled at the sight.
'Cap'n… No… I'm sorry, I didn't mean ter do it. She threw herself at me then cried raped when Gibbs came...' Wilson's words were ended by Jack firing the shot straight through his head and his body slumped to the ground.
'Get rid of him,' Jack spat, looking in distaste at the corpse. 'And let this be a lesson to anyone else with the same idea. Jenny is mine and no-one, but no-one is to lay a finger on her, savvy?'
The cries of 'Aye' rang around the deck and some of the crew leaped forward to take away the body of the fallen man and throw it over the side of the ship.
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Jenny waited until she heard the door close then stripped herself and dipped a rag into a pitcher of water and scrubbed her body as best she could, biting her lip to stop the tears. She looked up in alarm as she heard a shot ring out but carried on with her task. She was so engrossed in ridding herself of the dirty feeling that she did not hear Jack enter the cabin once more until she heard him calling her name softly.
'I-I'll be with you in a minute,' she stammered, looking around for something to wear, cursing under her breath when she remembered her clothes were in a trunk on the other side of the cabin.
Almost as if he had read her mind, his hand came through the drapes holding a fresh pair of breeches, a shirt and his coat. 'Here luv, here's some clothes for ya.'
Jenny murmured her thanks and dressed quickly pulling Jack's coat around her then she stepped through the drapes hesitantly, avoiding his eyes.
'Y'all right Jen?' Jack spoke softly, running his hand down her arm. 'I'm sorry luv, I broke m'word.'
'What?' She looked up at him, a puzzled frown creasing her brow.
'I promised no-one would touch ya, an' I broke m'promise.' He tentatively put his arm around her then pulled her to him, gently rocking her back and forth.
'It was not your fault Jack, you cannot watch me all the time.' Jenny sighed against his shoulder, feeling strangely safe, knowing that in spite of everything he had done to her, Jack would not harm her.
'I broke m'promise to ya, that bastard broke m'promise.' He felt the bilious anger welling up inside him once more.
'What is to become of Wilson?' She felt Jack tense up and broke away, looking at him with concern.
'Ya need worry 'bout him, he won't hurt ya again luv.'
'Is he in the brig? Jack...?'
'He will not hurt ya again Jenny, that's all that matters.'
'What have you done with him? Jack will you please answer me?' Her eyes bored into his making him shift uneasily, gasping as she recalled the shot. 'You've killed him, haven't you? Oh God Jack, why?' Her voice dropped to a tearful whisper.
'He attacked ya Jen, he broke me code of conduct. They know th'rules an' they know what happens if they break 'em.'
'But… you killed a man in cold blood.'
'What d'ya think would have happened ter you if that sack had slipped, eh? What would have happened if ya saw his face? He would have killed you that's what, ter save himself from being identified by ya. He'd have probably killed ya anyway after he had had his fun.' Jack winced and kicked himself as he saw the look of horror in her eyes. 'No-one else'll touch ya now I've dealt wi'Wilson, they won't dare.'
'You should have put him in the brig.'
'All right luv, let me put it this way for ya. If he'd attacked ya on land and got arrested, would ya have had a problem wi'him being hanged fer attackin' ya? They hang men fer rape ya know.'
Jenny frowned, confusion wracking her mind. 'I-I don't know...'
'I'm Judge, jury and executioner on this ship. I dealt wi'him the way he would've been dealt with on land, only my way is a little quicker an' more humane, savvy?'
She nodded, conceding that maybe he had a point. 'I'd like to go on deck now, if that's all right?'
Jack looked at her in surprise, 'Ya sure Jen?'
'Yes, if I do not go now I may never leave this cabin. Do you mind if I stay close to you today though?'
'Of course ya can, ya know that.' He tried to keep the jubilation from his voice and led the way from the cabin to the deck, his arm wrapped possessively around her waist the whole time, his eyes darting about, warning the crew off.
'C'mon, ya can help me steer th'ship. All right Paul, I'll take th'helm.' Paul Rochester yielded the wheel to his captain, who placed Jenny's hands on the spokes and covered them with his own. 'Can ya feel th'pull of th'sea?'
'Is that what makes the wheel want to move its own way?'
'Aye luv, that's right, th'helm is connected to th'rudder by a chain which how ya steer it, savvy? If ya turn th'helm port, the rudder goes th'starboard, but th'ship will go ter port.'
'How?'
'Cos as th'rudder moves over, th'sea has a smooth run through on th'port side.'
'I see, and the ship will always go the easiest way?'
'Yes luv well done, we'll make a sailor of ya yet.' He moved a little closer to her but did not dare get too close in case he spooked her. 'Tell me what ya've learned about th'riggin.'
Jenny took a deep breath and looked upwards at the rigging and sails which were billowing in the wind and recounted all that she could remember Gibbs teaching her, not noticing Jack inching ever closer until she could feel him press against her back. But to her surprise she drew comfort and strength from knowing she was safe in his arms.
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Jack held Jenny that night, stroking away the tension in her body until she fell asleep. Need and pain burned in the pit of his stomach as he lay awake, wishing that she felt the same for him as he felt for her and wondering whether he had done the right thing in bringing her aboard. 'Well what else could ya do Jack? Ya could not exactly knock on Norrington's door and woo her, could ya?' He sighed, then leaned over and kissed her lips. 'Night luv,' he whispered and closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would soon come.
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Jenny woke the following morning feeling cramped. She tried moving, but found she was wedged between the stern of the cabin and…? She wasn't quite sure… Jenny opened her eyes, quickly shutting them again when she realised the view was of Jack's genitals. She heard him chuckle softly and looked up at him, sitting propped against the bed-head drinking from a bottle.
'S'alright luv, it won't bite.' He laughed again, shaking his head slowly.
'It's not right, looking at, well, you know?' She felt a hot blush creep over her face.
'Why is it not right, eh? There's nothing wrong wi' looking at a man's body. Nothing wrong wi' touching someone, makin' luv to them and enjoying it.'
'Yes it is wrong, it's sinful and immoral.'
'Look luv, if God hadn't wanted us to enjoy sex, he would not have made it so pleasurable now would he?'
'Jack! That's blasphemy!' Jenny's face grew hotter, while his body shook with laughter.
He stroked her hair, twisting a strand around his fingers. 'D'ya like me doin' that luv?'
'What?'
'Isn't this nice?' His fingers dug deeper into her hair, gently kneading her scalp.
'Well... yes it is.'
'So it must be sinful, eh?'
'No. Jack, that's different.'
'Why luv?' he whispered huskily.
'You're twisting things around. A woman's duty is to do her husband's bidding, it doesn't mean she has to or needs to enjoy it.'
'An' what if th'husband wants his wife to do what I do? What if th'wife does enjoy it? Is it sinful then?' She was stumped for an answer so glared at Jack instead as he sneered down at her mockingly.
'Touch me luv. Touch me, an' see if a lightening bolt shoots out the sky.'
'No… Jack...' She slowly brought her eyes down to his groin, her curiosity starting to get the better of her. She inched her hand tentatively towards him, watching in alarm as his prick started to jerk, so she stopped suddenly and went to withdraw her hand. Jack, sensing her trepidation, grabbed her wrist and slowly pulled her hand back towards him. She hesitated for a fraction before touching his balls, stroking then cupping them in her hand, rolling them around gently. She looked at Jack who was leaning against the bed-head, eyes closed and a sweet smile on his face.
Her fingers moved to his prick, her eyes widening as he grew harder and longer. He closed her hand around it and she gasped as she felt his erection grow within her grasp, then he slowly moved her hand up and down his shaft, removing his hand from over hers after a time, while still urging her to carry on with her minstrations.
She followed his guidance, pumping harder when he said and squeezing gently every now and then, watching with fascination as a few pearly drops emerged from his tip. Jack's fingers were wound tightly in her hair, his voice was ragged, begging her to squeeze him, so she shifted her position so that she could get a better grip on him and squeezed, gently at first, then harder and harder until his body jerked up and tensed and he uttered a long low moan, hot liquid spurting from his member, covering his groin and Jenny's hand.
Once she felt his body relax and his prick become pliable, she let go of him, unsure what to do with her sticky hand. He took her wrist, bringing her hand to his mouth and sucked lazily on a couple of fingers before pushing her hand to her own mouth. she hesitated then stuck her tongue out, tasting a small patch of the drying liquid. Jack wriggled down so he was level with her and gently pushed one of her fingers into her mouth, his tongue joining it, swirling around her mouth, playing with her tongue and finger before pulling slowly away.'Now tell me that's sinful.' His eyes glistened as he smiled lazily at her.
'I-I don't know...' She tried to ignore the throbbing dampness she felt between her legs.
'T'is not luv, I promise yer. I've done more sinful things than that in me time an' I ain't been struck down yet, have I?' He wanted desperately to take Jenny there and then but was afraid of scaring her off, so instead he pulled her on top of him and they lay there a while, each lost to their own thoughts.
'Tell me about yerself luv. Why did yer come over t'the Caribbean?'
'After Eddie, my husband, died my father took me in but did not want me. He has never liked me even when I was a child. In fact, he doesn't like women much at all.'
'Mad fool!' Jack muttered, making her giggle.
'I came home from visiting friends one day to find he'd arranged for me to be governess to James Norrington's children and that I was to leave the following week. I did not even have chance to say goodbye to my older two brothers.' Tears welled in her eyes at the memory. 'He would not even book me on a passenger ship, just a merchant one as it was cheaper. But then you already know that.'
Jack chuckled, 'Aye luv, I already know that. Did yer enjoy yer time in Port Royal?'
'Yes I did. James and I grew close and his children were lovely. I was just starting to settle in. You know, feel at home.' She bit her lip, determined not to let the tears spill.
'An' I come along and turn yer life upside down. Did yer luv Norrington?' he whispered, not sure whether he wanted to hear the answer.
'Yes, I did… do, love him.' She smiled at the image of James in her mind.
Jack frowned, 'Damn, why did I ask that?' he thought angrily to himself but could not help the next question. 'Does he luv you?'
'Yes, I believe he does.' She fell silent for a while thinking about her friends back in Jamaica before bringing her thoughts to the present. 'Jack, can I ask you something?' She untangled herself from his arms and propped herself on one elbow, looking down at him and marvelling at how dark and unfathomable his eyes were.
'Course ya can luv, what is it?' He cupped his hand under a breast, gently stroking her nipple with his thumb.
She narrowed her eyes at him but did not remove his hand. 'I was talking to... someone, about why I was on board this ship. He said that it was not his place to say but that my fate had been decided long before the dinner party. What did he mean?'
'Ah!' he chuckled, tweaking the nipple and drawing a sharp breath from Jenny. 'Well let's just say luv, that you were this close,' he held up a finger and thumb close together, 'From being whisked off The Galton.'
'Oh...!' She was not sure what to say. She looked at him grinning at her, confusion showing in her eyes. 'Did you know I was at the dinner party?'
'Nah luv, the servants said that Norrington was there with a companion, but I did not know the companion was you.'
'But you did not show any recognition when you looked at me.'
'That's because I was too busy working out how make the most of the opportune moment. So I thought of taking you hostage to ensure our safe passage and was going to bundle ya on the boat anyway but when Gibbs told me you could speak and read Spanish, well...'
'How did he know?'
'One o'the servants we tied up was spilling his guts like there were no tomorrow. Told Gibbs about ya, hoping that we'd release him. Ha!'
'But if I hadn't been at the party, our paths would not have crossed again.'
'Oh they would have luv, I'd have made damn sure about that.' Jack pulled her back down to him, kissing her hungrily, shivering with excitement when she hesitantly returned the kiss.
'So what about you, Jack Sparrow?' Jenny asked as they broke away, nestling her head on his shoulder. 'How did you become a pirate?'
'I was falsely accused of stealing some food from a farmhouse and was going to get a public flogging. Well there was no way I was going to be punished for something I didn't do. So I escaped an' made me way t'the Thames, stowing away on a ship. I copped a worse whipping by the captain when I got discovered than I would have done if I'd stayed at home. I was a good worker though and soon learned all there was to know about sailing. But the Cap'n always hated me fer being a stowaway and would only give me menial jobs, so after a few months I left the ship and joined a pirate crew.'
'How old were you? And how did you come by The Black Pearl?'
'I was fourteen when I joined the crew of The Nymph.' Jack had a faraway look in his eyes as he remembered back to his youth. 'One of the men took me under his wing an' looked after me, made sure I was alright. Bloody good swordsman he was, just like his son. So when yer learn a new move off me, it's really Bill that's teaching yer, 'cos I learned everything off William Turner.'
'William Turner? I know someone of that name in Port Royal.' Jenny was surprised at the coincidence that she and Jack both knew men with the same name.
'Aye luv, I knew ya knew Will and Elizabeth.' Her head shot up and she looked at him in amazement. 'Will is Bill's son, spitting image of 'im too he is.'
'So you know the Turners? How?'
'Hang on luv, which story d'ya want first? If ya let me get on with me original story, it'll eventually lead to Will and Elizabeth, savvy?'
'All right, I'm sorry. How did you know I knew the Turners?'
Jack sighed good naturedly and grinned. 'Y'remember that day when ya picked the knife up from Will, the one fer Button? Well I was sittin' up in the loft, listenin' in as it were.'
'Oh. I see.' Jenny fell silent, unsure as to what to make of this revelation.
'Anyways, I stayed aboard The Nymph fer a few years, me an' Bill getting into all sorts of scrapes... just like with his son really, but I hated serving under someone else's command. I wanted me own ship. Now there were a few of us on board that disliked the Cap'n, so one night when we were docked in Gibraltar, a group of us commandeered a ship, The Pearl, an' sailed off fer the dark continent then to th'Caribbean.'
'Was she The Black Pearl then?'
'Nah, I wanted ter make her my ship. I had her painted black, with black sails so everyone would know which ship she was an' who her Captain was. Then I re-named her The Black Pearl, I'm not th'supersitious type, unlike Gibbs, so had no qulams about re-naming her. We went ter England on business one time an' Bill met a bonny lass, settling down wi' her fer a few years. They had a lad, William. But the call of the sea was too great, an' when I paid them a visit he came wi' me, promising his lass he'd go back but he never had chance to…'
'Oh, that's terrible. Why not?' Jenny listened with rapt attention.
'Cos I'd picked up some new crewmen in Bill's absence and made a man called Barbossa me first mate. Now there'd been rumours of this cursed treasure but as I say I'm not superstious, so I decided to after it. Barbossa came to me one night, saying that everyone should get an equal share of everything and that included the location of this treasure. So me like a bloody fool, gives it to 'im and finds meself in the middle of a mutiny. They stranded me on a deserted island and sailed off wi' me ship to plunder my treasure. Bill objected to the way I'd been treated an' said he was leavin' th'ship at th'next port so they strapped him to a cannon and tossed 'im overboard.' Jack's voice was heavy with sadness. He still missed his friend, even after all these years.
'Oh Jack, I'm so sorry,' Jenny gently pressed her fingers into his chest. 'You were very young when you took over the ship…' She tried to decide how old he was for he did not look any age.
'Aye luv, I was around twenty. One o'the youngest captains on the sea, pirate or otherwise,' the pride was evident in his voice.
They were interrupted by a knock on the door. 'Captain, a ship's been sighted.'
Jack sighed, cursing under his breath. 'Sorry luv,' he shrugged apologetically at her before hauling himself off the bunk and pulling on his clothes. He smiled at Jenny who had been watching him dress then cupped her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly, smiling in the kiss as she returned it.
Jenny lay there for a few brief minutes before getting up and dressing herself then making her way to the deck where the crew were scurrying around with a sense of urgency and excitement.
Jack beckoned her over, handing his spyglass to her. 'Tis Spanish luv, there should be some good plunder on there.' He felt her stiffen and a frown creased her face. 'Sorry Jen, but that's what we do. We try not to hurt anyone, but if they want to put up a fight, we give 'em one, savvy?'
Her eyes grew wide as the other ship suddenly loomed large in her sight. She took the spyglass away from her eye, looking with normal vision at the ship, which was still a fair distance away then handed the glass back to him. 'I know it's what you do Jack, but it's not a nice feeling when it's done to you. Believe me, I've had first hand experience of it.' Jack grinned and shrugged, trying to look innocent and failing miserably as he bade Jenny to the armoury and set about steering a course to the Spanish ship and The Black Pearl raced through the water towards her prey.