And now we travel back to when Rachel was alive once more. You may see what
happens next.
Disclaimer: As stated many a time, I only own Rachel.
It was a late, cold night. The wind from the north blew onto the ship, causing everyone to leave their duties early. This included the first mate and his Bonnie Lass, who lay curled up next to each other in order to keep warm.
He was asleep within minutes of crawling into the bed, but she lay awake. She thought of all she'd done in her life and that moment she was content. By the glow of the oil lamp, she watched Nickolas's resting face. He was so handsome. How did a thing so lovely become a pirate? She placed her palm on his cheek. So smooth and warm, so angelic, and yet he was a pirate. Then so was she. 'Sleeping with the first mate, that gets you somewhere as a lady,' she thought jokingly. 'I'm happy though. This feels like home.' She glanced around the quarters and thought of her old bed. 'This is where I belong. Not there with my sisters."
Her sisters! What had become of them? She remembered herself laughing as they ran through the rain. Or scurrying about the house like rodents to keep from getting a bath. So many memories passed through her mind.
She needed to see that she was delighted with her house on the sea. She'd always loved to watch the ships come into Port Royal, hadn't she? She'd always said that one day she would live with the people, who brought them in, hadn't she? The bed squeaked beneath her as she left Nickolas to his sleep.
It was definitely frigid on the deck. She pulled her cloak tighter to her frame. The salty air from the ocean danced about her as she leaped onto the ledge of the ship. Oh, how she wanted to become one with it. The sea, that lay before, her sparkled in the moonlight. "Are ya planning on jumping, love?" the lightly accented voice came from behind her. She spun to meet the captain's chocolate brown eyes.
"I was thinking about it," she said evenly, but frightened.
"I wouldn't be doing that if I were you," he smiled, and swaggered a bit, trying keep his balance.
"Why would that be, Mr. Sparrow?" she was interested and sprung from her roost.
"Because, my love," his hand brushed through her mane. "I have a better offer."
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Jack's cabin was much larger than she'd imagined. Or maybe it was just the rum taking its effects on her. He rolled another bottle toward her and she rolled an empty one back. "Are you sure this is right? I mean, what about Nickolas?" she slurred. "Love," he staggered over to her and sat on the cot. "he's not meant for you. Believe me, I know these things. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
She uncorked the bottle and finished off half of it in the same breath. "Aye," she voiced, breathlessly. "Ya know, this is really good rum?" she fell back on the small bed, chugging the other half of the jug.
Sparrow grinned to himself as he moved closer to her. He placed his hand on her leg, gently massaging her thigh. Moving his hand further down her leg, he pushed the dress up and exposed her bare skin. He stroked her thigh again as she shuddered. He smiled again, removing her underwear slowly and almost respectively. Ever waiting for her to pull away, but she was more drunk than he'd ever seen a woman. She sat up, wrapping her arms around his strong neck and kissing him. He pulled her closer and kissed back.
His lips moved to her neck as he shoved away the shoulder bearings. Gently, he untied the lashing of the dress, exposing her corset.
Rachel grinned, drunkenly, "You aren't going to be able to undo that, are you?" she ran her hands through his midnight hair.
"Don't be so sure, love," he reached into his pocket and brought out a knife. Fumbling with it, he cut apart the corset. He smirked at her quivering body. "Are you cold, love?"
"Only a little," she shivered again.
"We'll take care of that in a few moments," he ripped away her slip. The sleeves hung off her shoulders and her entire body was unveiled. Jack swung her legs onto the bed and straddled her at the hips. Rachel roughly removed his white shirt and tossed it across the dank room, with it went the knife.
Sparrow leaned into her, laying his lips at the hollow of her throat. He moved down her body, kissing and biting, all the way down to her navel. She giggled with joy as he suckled on her nipples.
The captain continued his pleasures, ducking down between her legs. Licking betwixt her thighs, his tongue felt like a moist rag. Rachel moaned in her own delight and beamed lushly.
He met her smiling face and kissed her mouth. She grabbed him by his hair and pulled him further into the kiss. Her hands trailed down his spine, her fingers slipping under his waistband. She, then, unclipped the pants. Wrestling with them a bit, they soon joined the pants.
Suddenly, Rachel pounced him, both falling to the wooden floor. She sat atop his rock hard stomach, laughing merrily. He knocked her onto his knees as he propped himself up. "I don't think you'll be needing this," he peeled back a shoulder of her torn slip.
"But I'll be cold without it," she mumbled.
"Trust me on this, love," he winked and pushed the other sleeve off of her. His hand went to the nape of her neck, playing with her long, golden locks.
Again, they joined in an immeasurable kiss. The knot of Jack's bandanna melted away and the cloth was in Rachel's hands, being wound up. "What are you doing with that?"
"To keep me quiet," she tied the gag at the back of her head.
"Aye, love," he smirked and winked again. She shoved him down and fell into him. Instantly, her purity was stripped from her. No longer did that matter. Jack groaned uncontrollably and kissed her neck, shoulders, and breasts. Rachel emitted muffled screams of enjoyment.
They rolled around his cabin. His hands running through her smooth-as-water hair. Her entire being was succumbing to his power. His lips were all over her frame. Her fingers were touching everywhere. Moaning and screaming. Crying and groaning.
A final shriek from Rachel's lips was silenced as Jack removed the muzzle and placed a long, hard kiss to her mouth. She tossed herself back onto the planked floor.
Jack lifted her up onto the cot. The captain quickly replaced a slip for her naked figure. By then, she had passed out from the liquor and the heavenly sleeping face caused a smile on his own.
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Rachel lay alone on the deck the next morning. Her severed slip was poorly stitched together, obviously done by the hands of a man. Her golden locks were sprawled about her head like a hallow in the new sun. Her legs were neatly crossed at the ankles and her hands were placed around the hallow. Her fingers laced in between the strands.
Heavy stomping approached the young woman. Nickolas looked down at her and frowned. "How did you get out here?" he asked in a hiss, nudging her in the side with the point of his boot.
"Mmmm," she murmured. "mmm.Jack. Mmm you're so good." A shiver ran through her frame.
"Jack!" his eyes got as round as silver dollars. He trudged in the direction of the captain's cabin.
"Get-get in there!" Sparrow finally got the dress under his bed. "You bloody his thing," he whispered, turning away from the bunk.
Suddenly, there was a pounding at the door. "Captain! Captain, open the door!"
"Who could that be?" he said sarcastically, walking over to open the entrance.
"Have you seen Rachel this morning?" a very angry Nickolas growled.
"N..Eh, define seen," he grinned.
"You know what I mean, Captain!"
"No, no I don't. what do you mean, mate?" he kept up his smile as Nickolas's face got redder. "I've been thinking about her," he paused. "Does that count as see?"
"Alright then, Jack," he spat. "explain this." Nickolas stepped back to reveal a barely- waking Rachel. Her sleepy eyes glazed with fear at the sight of the encounter.
"You think that was me?" Sparrow blinked, innocently.
"Who else on this bloody ship would do that?" he pointed to her.
"Many people, mate," he narrowed his eyes. "She is a fine young thing. And if they got her drunk enough." he let the statement linger.
"I should kill you!" his gun was suddenly pointed at Jack's throat.
"No, Nickolas, please," Rachel's hand was on his shoulder. "That won't be necessary."
"He did this to you," he kept his eyes on Jack.
"Nickolas, hear me out first," she gulped. "I should be the one to die. I came onto him."
"Aye, what she said, mate," Jack lent a voice.
"You keep quiet," Nickolas moved the pistol closer to him.
"Kill me if you want to kill anyone," she ran in between the two men. Don't hurt a perfectly clean man." She gazed into Barbrossa's eyes. "Please, Nickolas."
His eyes narrowed, looking the pair over. "I'll give you a fair fight. Since I still love you as much as you hurt me."
"Alright then," she reached back. "Draw!" Jack's sword was crossed with Nickolas's gun. A smug look appeared on Rachel's face. "We duel."
Disclaimer: As stated many a time, I only own Rachel.
It was a late, cold night. The wind from the north blew onto the ship, causing everyone to leave their duties early. This included the first mate and his Bonnie Lass, who lay curled up next to each other in order to keep warm.
He was asleep within minutes of crawling into the bed, but she lay awake. She thought of all she'd done in her life and that moment she was content. By the glow of the oil lamp, she watched Nickolas's resting face. He was so handsome. How did a thing so lovely become a pirate? She placed her palm on his cheek. So smooth and warm, so angelic, and yet he was a pirate. Then so was she. 'Sleeping with the first mate, that gets you somewhere as a lady,' she thought jokingly. 'I'm happy though. This feels like home.' She glanced around the quarters and thought of her old bed. 'This is where I belong. Not there with my sisters."
Her sisters! What had become of them? She remembered herself laughing as they ran through the rain. Or scurrying about the house like rodents to keep from getting a bath. So many memories passed through her mind.
She needed to see that she was delighted with her house on the sea. She'd always loved to watch the ships come into Port Royal, hadn't she? She'd always said that one day she would live with the people, who brought them in, hadn't she? The bed squeaked beneath her as she left Nickolas to his sleep.
It was definitely frigid on the deck. She pulled her cloak tighter to her frame. The salty air from the ocean danced about her as she leaped onto the ledge of the ship. Oh, how she wanted to become one with it. The sea, that lay before, her sparkled in the moonlight. "Are ya planning on jumping, love?" the lightly accented voice came from behind her. She spun to meet the captain's chocolate brown eyes.
"I was thinking about it," she said evenly, but frightened.
"I wouldn't be doing that if I were you," he smiled, and swaggered a bit, trying keep his balance.
"Why would that be, Mr. Sparrow?" she was interested and sprung from her roost.
"Because, my love," his hand brushed through her mane. "I have a better offer."
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Jack's cabin was much larger than she'd imagined. Or maybe it was just the rum taking its effects on her. He rolled another bottle toward her and she rolled an empty one back. "Are you sure this is right? I mean, what about Nickolas?" she slurred. "Love," he staggered over to her and sat on the cot. "he's not meant for you. Believe me, I know these things. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
She uncorked the bottle and finished off half of it in the same breath. "Aye," she voiced, breathlessly. "Ya know, this is really good rum?" she fell back on the small bed, chugging the other half of the jug.
Sparrow grinned to himself as he moved closer to her. He placed his hand on her leg, gently massaging her thigh. Moving his hand further down her leg, he pushed the dress up and exposed her bare skin. He stroked her thigh again as she shuddered. He smiled again, removing her underwear slowly and almost respectively. Ever waiting for her to pull away, but she was more drunk than he'd ever seen a woman. She sat up, wrapping her arms around his strong neck and kissing him. He pulled her closer and kissed back.
His lips moved to her neck as he shoved away the shoulder bearings. Gently, he untied the lashing of the dress, exposing her corset.
Rachel grinned, drunkenly, "You aren't going to be able to undo that, are you?" she ran her hands through his midnight hair.
"Don't be so sure, love," he reached into his pocket and brought out a knife. Fumbling with it, he cut apart the corset. He smirked at her quivering body. "Are you cold, love?"
"Only a little," she shivered again.
"We'll take care of that in a few moments," he ripped away her slip. The sleeves hung off her shoulders and her entire body was unveiled. Jack swung her legs onto the bed and straddled her at the hips. Rachel roughly removed his white shirt and tossed it across the dank room, with it went the knife.
Sparrow leaned into her, laying his lips at the hollow of her throat. He moved down her body, kissing and biting, all the way down to her navel. She giggled with joy as he suckled on her nipples.
The captain continued his pleasures, ducking down between her legs. Licking betwixt her thighs, his tongue felt like a moist rag. Rachel moaned in her own delight and beamed lushly.
He met her smiling face and kissed her mouth. She grabbed him by his hair and pulled him further into the kiss. Her hands trailed down his spine, her fingers slipping under his waistband. She, then, unclipped the pants. Wrestling with them a bit, they soon joined the pants.
Suddenly, Rachel pounced him, both falling to the wooden floor. She sat atop his rock hard stomach, laughing merrily. He knocked her onto his knees as he propped himself up. "I don't think you'll be needing this," he peeled back a shoulder of her torn slip.
"But I'll be cold without it," she mumbled.
"Trust me on this, love," he winked and pushed the other sleeve off of her. His hand went to the nape of her neck, playing with her long, golden locks.
Again, they joined in an immeasurable kiss. The knot of Jack's bandanna melted away and the cloth was in Rachel's hands, being wound up. "What are you doing with that?"
"To keep me quiet," she tied the gag at the back of her head.
"Aye, love," he smirked and winked again. She shoved him down and fell into him. Instantly, her purity was stripped from her. No longer did that matter. Jack groaned uncontrollably and kissed her neck, shoulders, and breasts. Rachel emitted muffled screams of enjoyment.
They rolled around his cabin. His hands running through her smooth-as-water hair. Her entire being was succumbing to his power. His lips were all over her frame. Her fingers were touching everywhere. Moaning and screaming. Crying and groaning.
A final shriek from Rachel's lips was silenced as Jack removed the muzzle and placed a long, hard kiss to her mouth. She tossed herself back onto the planked floor.
Jack lifted her up onto the cot. The captain quickly replaced a slip for her naked figure. By then, she had passed out from the liquor and the heavenly sleeping face caused a smile on his own.
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Rachel lay alone on the deck the next morning. Her severed slip was poorly stitched together, obviously done by the hands of a man. Her golden locks were sprawled about her head like a hallow in the new sun. Her legs were neatly crossed at the ankles and her hands were placed around the hallow. Her fingers laced in between the strands.
Heavy stomping approached the young woman. Nickolas looked down at her and frowned. "How did you get out here?" he asked in a hiss, nudging her in the side with the point of his boot.
"Mmmm," she murmured. "mmm.Jack. Mmm you're so good." A shiver ran through her frame.
"Jack!" his eyes got as round as silver dollars. He trudged in the direction of the captain's cabin.
"Get-get in there!" Sparrow finally got the dress under his bed. "You bloody his thing," he whispered, turning away from the bunk.
Suddenly, there was a pounding at the door. "Captain! Captain, open the door!"
"Who could that be?" he said sarcastically, walking over to open the entrance.
"Have you seen Rachel this morning?" a very angry Nickolas growled.
"N..Eh, define seen," he grinned.
"You know what I mean, Captain!"
"No, no I don't. what do you mean, mate?" he kept up his smile as Nickolas's face got redder. "I've been thinking about her," he paused. "Does that count as see?"
"Alright then, Jack," he spat. "explain this." Nickolas stepped back to reveal a barely- waking Rachel. Her sleepy eyes glazed with fear at the sight of the encounter.
"You think that was me?" Sparrow blinked, innocently.
"Who else on this bloody ship would do that?" he pointed to her.
"Many people, mate," he narrowed his eyes. "She is a fine young thing. And if they got her drunk enough." he let the statement linger.
"I should kill you!" his gun was suddenly pointed at Jack's throat.
"No, Nickolas, please," Rachel's hand was on his shoulder. "That won't be necessary."
"He did this to you," he kept his eyes on Jack.
"Nickolas, hear me out first," she gulped. "I should be the one to die. I came onto him."
"Aye, what she said, mate," Jack lent a voice.
"You keep quiet," Nickolas moved the pistol closer to him.
"Kill me if you want to kill anyone," she ran in between the two men. Don't hurt a perfectly clean man." She gazed into Barbrossa's eyes. "Please, Nickolas."
His eyes narrowed, looking the pair over. "I'll give you a fair fight. Since I still love you as much as you hurt me."
"Alright then," she reached back. "Draw!" Jack's sword was crossed with Nickolas's gun. A smug look appeared on Rachel's face. "We duel."