Thump! Knock! Slap! Thump!
"Hello! Mr. Jack? PLEASE let me out. I am still locked in this room!!"
thump...Bang!
"Pero este hombre...Santa Maria!.....(more Spanish rambling)..."
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Jack Sparrow was awakened to the sound a woman screaming for him and for once it was not because it was the morning after and she was being escorted off the ship.
"Calm yourself girl! I'm coming..." he yelled over to Sofia.
Where the hell did I leave those damn keys?
"Thank you." Sofia cried after being unlocked, "but where can I –em' use the bathroom?"
Oh this is gonna be great thought Jack
"Do you really need to go?" he asked in his usual drunken rhythm.
"Yes! Now!"
"Alright well here's the bucket, savvy?" Jack couldn't help but laugh at the look of disgust on Sofia's face, "See you at Breakfast!"
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"You didn't even tell me where breakfast was!" Sofia called after almost an hour of being out of Jack's sight.
"You found it didn't do?" he asked.
"No... I'm starving."
"Finn! Take the wheel. I'll have some thing prepared for Miss Sofia."
Taking Sofia's hand Jack walked her to the mess hall.
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Fruit, cereals, wine, milk, bread, juices, honey and eggs were set before Sofia.
"Any-fin' else ya need?" Sparrow asked.
"No, no! It all looks very good! Thank you, captain." She answered smiling.
"Jack! It's Jack! None of 'vat 'Captain" stuff." Jack answered smiling back.
Black beard! Damn! Look at her. Smile like a brand new bottle of rum...where did I put 'vat bottle?
In order to stop himself from jumping Sofia jack walked into the kitchen for a bottle of his favorite drink.
Yoo hoo... Jackie's thirsty... where did I leave 'vat damn rum?!?
"Get off of me, you Bastard!" Slap! Jack heard Sofia fending some one off.
"Oh, so the little Spanish saint speaks!" it was Robinson's voice – he was the biggest idiot on the whole crew.
"You disgust me, you ugly goon!" slap! Kick! Slap again
"So, you like to get rough do..."the goon said.
"Robinson? What are you doin' to my guest?" Jack asked in his soberest voice.
"G-guest? Cap'n?" Robinson asked.
"Yes, you-"hiccup! "twit! Get yo' dirty hands off her."
The sweaty man quickly steeped away from Sofia.
"Now," added Jack, "kiss her feet."
"Pardon, Cap'n?"
"Kiss her small, pampered feet." Sparrow ordered.
Forcing himself on to the floor, Robinson pecked each one of Sofia's feet and scurried out of the room.
"Thank you so much Mister Sparrow!" Sofia cried throwing her arms around Jack and Pressing herself against him.
Jack went into a sweat. Women never have this effect on Jack Sparrow! Jack Sparrow was the pimpiest playboy to ever roam the Caribbean! He'd already been with have the tropical female population.
But this was an amazing girl! And she had her chest firmly pushed against his. And what an exquisite chest it was...
"Jack, thank you for taking care of me. I can only imagine what would have happened to me on a different captain's ship." Sofia said.
"It's alright, don't fret." Jack pushed away from her quick enough to conceal the protrusion between his legs. "Uh... I'm going to my quarters, I need a nap. Didn't sleep much. Here's ya key. Yo's is right across the hall form mine."
"Yes, I'll go to mine as well." Sofia answered walking with him to their rooms.
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Jack was tossing in his bad trying to nap when he came to his decision. He was going to teach that girl something she didn't learn in Spain. He was going to--...
"Jack?" she called while standing over his bed.
"what are ya doin' Sofia?"
Letting her dress drop to the floor to reveal that she wore only a corset and some skimpy underwear she smiled and said, "I came to thank you, Capitano." He was beginning to like this "Capitano" stuff. She continued: "you've been so kind to me. I just thought I should repay you." Standing up out-of-syncly Jack took hold of Sofia's shoulders and kissed her roughly with total disregard. Sofia wrapped her arms around his neck and surprisingly shoved him onto the unmade bed. Straddling him as he rubbed up and down her thighs she whispered in his ear "I need you, now!"---
Sofia de Madrid woke up in her own bed sweating and cursing to herself.
Damn that man! She thought I hate dreaming about him!