Chapter 5

Explanations and maneuvers

Jack's cabin looked much the same as it had when the three of them had been sharing it. The only difference was the empty bottles, dirty clothes, and weapons strewn about the floor. Jack was watching her with an unreadable expression on his face, his customary smirk missing from his face, his arms lying at his sides. His dark brown eyes were smoldering, leading Saihrena to believe he was angry at her.

What the 'ell was that? Ye lied te me girl," he began as she shut the door.

"No, I didn't Jack, Raul lied to you. I do not know why, but he was the one that sold me, he ordered the ship I was on to sell me to the first slaver ship they came upon," Saihrena said steadily. She glared defiantly at him, challenging him to proclaim her a liar again. He didn't. Jack's eyes softened a bit as she told him this.

"Siddown luv, tell me everything," he said, motioning to a chair behind his desk. Saihrena nodded and sat down. Jack sat on his bed across from her, and waited for her to tell him everything.

"You see, Raul and I never really got along, my father always favored me over him and he never thought that was right, me being a girl and him being the future King of Spain. After father died things got even worse, he found that father had left quite a sizable amount of money to me, more than should have been left to a daughter. I think he always wished for me to be a son so he could have left the Kingdom to me," as she spoke Saihrena let her eyes wander around the room, looking anywhere but at Jack. She didn't know why she was telling him everything, but as she was speaking things were working themselves out in her mind, everything was becoming clear.

"So what 'appened Rena?" Jack asked, making her smile.

"Well Jack, Raul was angry with me. He would yell at me all the time, last I saw him I was twenty, past the age I should have been married by at least four years. Father wanted me to be happy; he didn't want to force me into a marriage where I would be miserable. Raul was different though, he kept parading suitors in front of me, he wouldn't let me be. So finally I decided it was time that I saw John. John was my little brother, he was eighteen at the time and had been ruling over Portugal for over a year. I missed him dearly, we were always close growing up and he came in second place in my fathers heart. He was nice to me, and loved me as we grew up. I made my plans with Raul, and three weeks later my mother and I left to visit him. My mother was killed by the Captain of the Lady Fair, the ship I was on, and he sold me to Aiden Montern. The rest I told you already." She watched Jack as she finished her story.

"So, yer bro sold ye out o spite?" Jack asked, watching her closely. Saihrena brought her eyes to his, meeting them finally.

"I do not know why, but my guess would be he sold me to get me out of his hair."

"So what do we do now Princess?" He asked, the smirk back on his face

"I suppose, to Portugal?"

"Aye, we could do that. What's in it fer me though?"
"Well, I'm fairly sure John would pay for my return," she mumbled.

"But that's what ye said 'bout Raul," he pointed out.

"Well John is different than Raul Jack."

"'ow do I know that? And why were ye sailin te Portugal anyway, why din't ye take a coach?"

"Well you know that because I told you, and Raul said it would be faster by ship," she said, glaring at him.

"Aye, I spose it is," Jack said, completely ignoring what else she said.

"So Jack what are we going to do?"

"I dunno yet, and would ye stop calling me Jack, Princess, it's Captain, Captain Jack," he wailed, Saihrena tried hard to hold back her laughter. She was wondering when he was going to tell her that, he always did.
"But I'm not part of your crew Jack," her eyes danced as she baited him.

"But ye are on me ship Princess, and while on it ye will call me Captain like everyone else. The only one's that dun' call me Captain are the women that warm me bed, if ye are so intent upon callin me Jack, I spose ye'll 'ave te warm me bed as well." His smirk grew wider as he said this, making her shake her head.

"Didn't I already do that, Jack? Only you weren't here," she made sure to enunciate Jack, just to push him.

"Well then Princess, I spose we'll 'ave te rectify that somehow." Jack stood from his spot on the bed and swayed over to her.

"I don't think so Jack, I like my bed very much," she mumbled, watching him closely.

"But mines much more comfy." Jack stood beside her, and without warning pulled her out of her chair and threw her over his shoulder, eliciting a shriek from her as he did so.

"Jack Sparrow you put me down this instant," she cried as he carried her to his bed.

"Can so Princess," he mocked, and dumped her on said bed. She quickly rolled over, trying to make her way off his bed. Jack plopped down beside her and pulled her on top of him, holding her tightly to him.

"Jack let me go," she cried indignantly. Jack just smiled and shook his head as he held her closer. Without warning he rolled them both over so he was lying on top of her.

"Come on now Princess, yer the one that keeps callin me Jack, and yer pretty lips just keep sayin take me."

"They said no such thing, now let me up." She couldn't help but stare into his dark brown eyes as he lay on top of her, holding her in place. They seemed to sparkle as he laughed down at her, and she suddenly wondered how she had gotten herself into this. She didn't know whether to be scared or aroused. His scent was filling her nostrils, the smell of the sea mixed with rum. While the smell of the sea was nice, the old rum and unwashed body was a rather odd smell, and she didn't like it too much. She brought her hands up and began to smack him on the back. "Jack let me go."

"Sorry luv, can't 'ave that," he said as he collected her hands and held them above her head. She began to struggle futilely, moving her hips back and forth, and bucking them a few times to try and roll him off. It didn't work and she stopped as a moan escaped his lips, realizing just what she was doing. Her hips had collided with him, grinding herself into his manhood.

"Jack, just let m-" She was cut off as he brought his lips to hers in an almost feral kiss. She lay there shocked for a moment, before melting and kissing him back with the same untamed emotion. Her tongue pushed past him lips and began fencing with his. She moaned when he ran his fingers through her black hair. He pulled away to breathe, and then kissed her again, this one even more fierce then the first one. He began massaging her neck lightly. He moved his kisses down her throat, sucking and biting her softly as he moved to her collar bone. Realization hit her hard as his fingers began unbuttoning the front of her dress.

"Jack," she whispered her voice rough with passion. When he continued unbuttoning she quickly moved to stop him. She couldn't do this, she barely knew this man. He looked up as she pulled his hands away from her buttons. "Jack, please stop." He looked into her eyes for a moment, and then rolled off of her. "I'm sorry, I just can't."

"It's a'right Princess, I understand," he said, getting off the bed and moving to his rum cabinet. He pulled out a large bottle and after pulling the cork out with his teeth took a long swig. Saihrena sat up and buttoned the few buttons he had undone.

"I'm sorry Jack, I'm just not re-"

"No explanations necessary luv, why don't ye run along now. I 'ave a lot te do if we're gonna get te Portugal in a week, g'night," he said, turning his back to her and guzzling half his bottle. She stood quickly, getting the hint, and left the room. She knew she had been close, she had never been able to say stop before and have the man stop. The Sultan had laughed at her the first few times she told him to stop, and had continued. She wasn't ready yet, she didn't know if she ever would be ready again. The Sultan's face flashed before her eyes and tears came to her eyes. Saihrena ran to her room, and upon finding it empty of even Rakasha, threw herself down on her bed and cried herself to sleep. She was still wounded from what the Sultan had done to her.

"Won't I ever be healed?" She whispered into her pillow. She soon cried herself out and fell asleep wondering if she had been crying over her brother, Jack, or the way her life had turned out. She was out cold before she reached an answer.