Usual disclaimers... guess I'll have to put up with them!
Again Mul has kindly agreed to edit two chapters today...
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Chapter 5 - None Other
Jack angrily prowled the streets of Port Royal, cursing that Bessie had come here of all places. At least on other islands he was not recognised and was able to bluff his way out of most situations, but in Port Royal he would be shot on sight. He would have to search carefully. Over the last two nights he had inspected most of the taverns and was assured that she was not working as a barmaid. He knew it unlikely that she would work as a whore, which only left her employment as a maid. There were only a few places in Port Royal rich enough to employ a maid which was why he found himself leaning against a wall in the shadows watching the Governor's Mansion.
He grinned, recognising his target from the cut of his coat as she slowly walked down towards the docks. Silently he followed, trailing her to a small door beside a chandler's shop. He waited until he saw a light in the room above before cautiously trying the door. It opened to reveal a small, narrow flight of wooden steps leading upwards to another door, but this one had a stout lock. He waited a while, listening to the sounds of running water. Jack smiled, hearing her humming contentedly to herself as she worked. He presumed she was washing her dress again. Work as a below- stairs maid was dirty work, but she would be expected to be clean for the next day regardless of the hour she finished.
He knocked, smiling to himself as he heard her walking to the door. "Who is it?" she called.
"You're needed back at the Mansion Miss," he mumbled, tensing as he heard her undoing a bolt. The key turned and the door opened a crack.
"Wha..." Bessie squeaked in fear as he pushed his way into the room, backing away from him in fright. "Not you!" she gasped.
"None other," he grinned, bolting the door and turning the key in the lock behind him, pocketing it inside his waistcoat. "Did yer miss me Bessie?"
"Get out!" she demanded, taking another step back as he walked towards her.
"Why should I?" he frowned. "This is m' home if it was bought with m' money... which it was, wasn't it Bessie?" He walked across to the small bed and sat down, bouncing on it. "Comfy!" he grinned.
"Why did you follow me?" Bessie cried. "I already told you I don't have the map!"
"I came fer m' coat," he grinned, spotting it hanging neatly from a hook beside the door. It looked cleaner than he remembered it. "Had it made bespoke like... I'm kinda attached to it!"
"Take it and go then!" she pleaded. "Please don't ruin this for me here too!"
"And m' money?" he said quietly, standing and walking towards her. She backed away from him, stopping only when she bumped against the locked door. "What about m' rum money?"
"I don't have it," she whispered.
"None of it?" he questioned. "Not a single shilling?"
Bessie shook her head. "I spent the last this morning on food," she admitted quietly, fearful of being hit.
Jack grinned. "Well I guess yer owe me then Missy," he leered, trapping her against the door with his body as he brushed her hair from her face. She struggled wildly as his lips crushed hers, her struggles exciting him. He kissed her again, more forcefully before stepping back suddenly although still restraining her. "Can yer cook?" he asked, coughing as he tried to get his body under control. Whatever you could say of Jack Sparrow, he was no rapist and had no intention of starting now.
Bessie looked up at him in surprise. "Yes," she whispered.
"Well then I suggest yer can start by cooking me a meal then... using m' food in m' home!" He released her, patting her backside and sending her scurrying across to the small kitchen area on the far side of the room. He sauntered across to the bed, laying down and covering his eyes with his hat. "Yer can wake me when yer done," he drawled.
Bessie stood there for a moment, looking at him in disbelief before walking to the other side of the room and starting to prepare a meal. She did not know what else to do and realised she could not call for the watch. The last thing she wanted was to explain how a pirate was sleeping on her bed, especially if he told them that she had stolen money from him. All she had wanted was to start afresh, no beatings, no pirates, just to earn an honest wage and live her life peacefully. She snorted. "What chance of peace with a pirate in my bed!" she muttered to herself quietly as she prepared the small chicken, boning it, chopping the meat, and putting it into the pot to stew. She would do what he asked, realising she had no choice.
Again Mul has kindly agreed to edit two chapters today...
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Chapter 5 - None Other
Jack angrily prowled the streets of Port Royal, cursing that Bessie had come here of all places. At least on other islands he was not recognised and was able to bluff his way out of most situations, but in Port Royal he would be shot on sight. He would have to search carefully. Over the last two nights he had inspected most of the taverns and was assured that she was not working as a barmaid. He knew it unlikely that she would work as a whore, which only left her employment as a maid. There were only a few places in Port Royal rich enough to employ a maid which was why he found himself leaning against a wall in the shadows watching the Governor's Mansion.
He grinned, recognising his target from the cut of his coat as she slowly walked down towards the docks. Silently he followed, trailing her to a small door beside a chandler's shop. He waited until he saw a light in the room above before cautiously trying the door. It opened to reveal a small, narrow flight of wooden steps leading upwards to another door, but this one had a stout lock. He waited a while, listening to the sounds of running water. Jack smiled, hearing her humming contentedly to herself as she worked. He presumed she was washing her dress again. Work as a below- stairs maid was dirty work, but she would be expected to be clean for the next day regardless of the hour she finished.
He knocked, smiling to himself as he heard her walking to the door. "Who is it?" she called.
"You're needed back at the Mansion Miss," he mumbled, tensing as he heard her undoing a bolt. The key turned and the door opened a crack.
"Wha..." Bessie squeaked in fear as he pushed his way into the room, backing away from him in fright. "Not you!" she gasped.
"None other," he grinned, bolting the door and turning the key in the lock behind him, pocketing it inside his waistcoat. "Did yer miss me Bessie?"
"Get out!" she demanded, taking another step back as he walked towards her.
"Why should I?" he frowned. "This is m' home if it was bought with m' money... which it was, wasn't it Bessie?" He walked across to the small bed and sat down, bouncing on it. "Comfy!" he grinned.
"Why did you follow me?" Bessie cried. "I already told you I don't have the map!"
"I came fer m' coat," he grinned, spotting it hanging neatly from a hook beside the door. It looked cleaner than he remembered it. "Had it made bespoke like... I'm kinda attached to it!"
"Take it and go then!" she pleaded. "Please don't ruin this for me here too!"
"And m' money?" he said quietly, standing and walking towards her. She backed away from him, stopping only when she bumped against the locked door. "What about m' rum money?"
"I don't have it," she whispered.
"None of it?" he questioned. "Not a single shilling?"
Bessie shook her head. "I spent the last this morning on food," she admitted quietly, fearful of being hit.
Jack grinned. "Well I guess yer owe me then Missy," he leered, trapping her against the door with his body as he brushed her hair from her face. She struggled wildly as his lips crushed hers, her struggles exciting him. He kissed her again, more forcefully before stepping back suddenly although still restraining her. "Can yer cook?" he asked, coughing as he tried to get his body under control. Whatever you could say of Jack Sparrow, he was no rapist and had no intention of starting now.
Bessie looked up at him in surprise. "Yes," she whispered.
"Well then I suggest yer can start by cooking me a meal then... using m' food in m' home!" He released her, patting her backside and sending her scurrying across to the small kitchen area on the far side of the room. He sauntered across to the bed, laying down and covering his eyes with his hat. "Yer can wake me when yer done," he drawled.
Bessie stood there for a moment, looking at him in disbelief before walking to the other side of the room and starting to prepare a meal. She did not know what else to do and realised she could not call for the watch. The last thing she wanted was to explain how a pirate was sleeping on her bed, especially if he told them that she had stolen money from him. All she had wanted was to start afresh, no beatings, no pirates, just to earn an honest wage and live her life peacefully. She snorted. "What chance of peace with a pirate in my bed!" she muttered to herself quietly as she prepared the small chicken, boning it, chopping the meat, and putting it into the pot to stew. She would do what he asked, realising she had no choice.