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Chapter 8 - Drunken Dalliance
James Norrington frowned on hearing that Jack Sparrow was back, yet again somewhere within Port Royal. He had had the Turner household watched but this time the pirate had made no attempt to contact them. He puzzled over what he could be up to, wishing he could actually catch and hang the man instead of having him always slip through his grasp. Whatever he was up to, he reasoned, he was bound to be up to no good. He ordered the watch doubled, flooding Port Royal with men. Wherever the damned pirate was, he would find him!
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Jack poured Bessie another tumbler of wine. "Please Captain, I think I have had enough..." she said quietly. "I am not used to wine." The truth was that she had never touched alcohol before, but she would not admit that to him.
"All th' more reason t' get th' taste fer it," he grinned. "Drink up - I insist!" Jack reasoned that she was half-way drunk already, even half a tumbler more and she would not be able to stand. He watched as she obediently drank, too frightened to disobey him. He ate the remainder of his meal, slicing an apple with his knife and watching with a predatory grin as the alcohol took an effect. "Leave th' dishes fer later..." he suggested as she wobbled to her feet, trying to gather them with shaking hands. "I think yer need t' lie down..."
Jack guided her to the bed and sat her down, slowly easing her out of her new soft undershift. "Captain," she slurred, "Captain... I don't think..."
"Hush!" He smiled as she frowned in confusion, trying to figure out what he was doing. Before it could register on her drunken mind he too was naked he quickly climbed in beside her. "Now Bessie, I believe we had some unfinished business the other night..." he grinned, reaching for her.
Slowly Jack started to kiss her neck, nibbling her ear as his free hand teased her nipples. He delighted to feel her respond, her protests lost within the drunken haze of her mind. "That's m' girl Bessie," he smiled, sucking her fingers as she tried to fend him off. He was surprised how chapped her hands were, but figured hours scrubbing floors did that to them..
"I..." Bessie began, but he silenced her with a kiss. Between the alcohol and his lips she had little chance. From her startled reaction he doubted she had ever been kissed properly before either.
"Move fer me..." he encouraged, grinning as he moved down the bed. His lips kissed, his teeth nipped until she writhed beneath him. Several large mouth-shaped bruises marred her flesh, marking her as his own.
Slowly, gently, and fearing a repeat of before, he eased her legs apart. For a moment he held his breath, but no protests came. He continued - his fingers, then his tongue exploring her body, rejoicing in the knowledge that no other man had seen or touched her, that he was the first to savour such delights.
Unable to contain himself much longer he slowly kissed and nibbled his way up her body until he lay above her. Her face was flushed, her eyes somewhat unfocused, her hair spread in a halo about her head. He kissed her again, forcing her legs wider with his knees. "Gently," he told himself. "Gently an' slowly!"
Bessie groaned, pressing her body against his, crying out with pain as he entered her. "Guess yer really were a maiden," he mused, kissing her as he thrust deeper, delighting in the feel of her body. "Ah, Bessie," he groaned, kissing her roughly as his instincts took over, building up speed in his desperate need for her. God it had been too long since he had been with a real woman he mused, feeling the pressure build with each thrust before he emptied himself in blissful release. He looked down, surprised to see tears in her eyes. "Hush," he soothed. "It's over... it's over."
For a while he held her to him, rocking her gently until she fell asleep. "P'raps we'll negotiate t'morrow night too," he mused, becoming aroused again at the mere thought of bedding her again. He wondered how much alcohol it would take or whether she would come to him willingly now that he had taken her maidenhood. He hoped it would be willing - a willing woman was so much fun.
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Again Bessie was gone before he awoke. The table had been cleared, the washing up done and his clothes had been folded neatly beside the bed. He glanced out of the window, surprised to see a large number of troops in the street - it seemed the watch was out in force. He dressed, watching them as they passed. He had been intending to head back to the Black Pearl that day - the crew would not sit idle whilst he pursued Masters' map forever but yet more passing troops persuaded him that it would be a good idea to stay in for the day. He had food, he had rum, and he had a comfortable bed too... what more could a pirate ask? Well, a woman too would be nice, but she would not return until later. He grinned in anticipation of another bedding.
But evening came and Bessie did not return. The later it got the more he worried until eventually he could bear it no longer and went in search of her. The Governor's Mansion was in darkness, apart from a small light in the lobby so he slowly searched through the town, street by street until he found her sitting on the dockside looking out over the harbour in the darkness.
"Aren't yer comin' home Bessie?" he asked quietly, his hand resting on her shoulder.
"Why?" she said bitterly. "You've taken it from me the same as you took my honour - with no consideration for my feelings whatsoever!"
"It was m' money!" he defended. "How else could yer pay me back?" He was shocked at how bitter her tone was.
"And it was my life," she whispered, "but even that is no longer my own!" She rose, turning to look at him, tears glistening in the moonlight as they ran down her face. "I don't have the map Captain! I have no idea where it could possibly be! I just wish you would get out of my life and leave me alone!"
Before Jack could reply to her, a voice shouted nearby. "Sparrow!"
Jack's head whirled, his braids flying and hitting Bessie in the face. "Damn!" he cursed. "Norrington! Run!"
Bessie fled, running in the opposite direction to Jack but luckily the Commodore did not seem interested in her and chased after the pirate, calling loudly for the watch. Keeping to the shadows she crept cautiously home, shaking with relief as she climbed the stairs, locking and bolting the door. She prayed that Jack would not return that night, although she hoped he would escape the Commodore. No man deserved to die on the gallows, not even a pirate.
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But Jack did not return that night, nor for many nights after. Bessie smiled happily, enjoying the life she had always wanted for although her wages were low, she only had herself and the cat to feed and Daffodil mainly fed herself on the rats down at the docks. As long as she was not extravagant could live well. She was especially happy that for now at least it seemed she was free of pirates.
Every morning she set off before dawn, often not returning until dusk. Every seventh day she had a day of rest and would clean and tidy her own small home.
The weeks passed, and then the months, but still Jack did not return... and Bessie did not care for she had realised to her horror that it had been twice now that she had missed her menses. She put her hand to her stomach, counting back over the weeks to the drunken night. No! It was not possible! Not after just once, surely! "Oh God! You bastard!" she hissed angrily, sitting down on the bed and bursting into tears. Even when it seemed he had left he had found a way to yet again ruin her life.
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Yes, I know that is evil... but in those days you played with fire and you got burned. I have already had one heroine who could not have children – and managed to explain that in a hopefully believable manner... but the women unable to bear children in those days were very rare and I didn't want to make Bessie into Kitty Mk II.
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Chapter 8 - Drunken Dalliance
James Norrington frowned on hearing that Jack Sparrow was back, yet again somewhere within Port Royal. He had had the Turner household watched but this time the pirate had made no attempt to contact them. He puzzled over what he could be up to, wishing he could actually catch and hang the man instead of having him always slip through his grasp. Whatever he was up to, he reasoned, he was bound to be up to no good. He ordered the watch doubled, flooding Port Royal with men. Wherever the damned pirate was, he would find him!
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Jack poured Bessie another tumbler of wine. "Please Captain, I think I have had enough..." she said quietly. "I am not used to wine." The truth was that she had never touched alcohol before, but she would not admit that to him.
"All th' more reason t' get th' taste fer it," he grinned. "Drink up - I insist!" Jack reasoned that she was half-way drunk already, even half a tumbler more and she would not be able to stand. He watched as she obediently drank, too frightened to disobey him. He ate the remainder of his meal, slicing an apple with his knife and watching with a predatory grin as the alcohol took an effect. "Leave th' dishes fer later..." he suggested as she wobbled to her feet, trying to gather them with shaking hands. "I think yer need t' lie down..."
Jack guided her to the bed and sat her down, slowly easing her out of her new soft undershift. "Captain," she slurred, "Captain... I don't think..."
"Hush!" He smiled as she frowned in confusion, trying to figure out what he was doing. Before it could register on her drunken mind he too was naked he quickly climbed in beside her. "Now Bessie, I believe we had some unfinished business the other night..." he grinned, reaching for her.
Slowly Jack started to kiss her neck, nibbling her ear as his free hand teased her nipples. He delighted to feel her respond, her protests lost within the drunken haze of her mind. "That's m' girl Bessie," he smiled, sucking her fingers as she tried to fend him off. He was surprised how chapped her hands were, but figured hours scrubbing floors did that to them..
"I..." Bessie began, but he silenced her with a kiss. Between the alcohol and his lips she had little chance. From her startled reaction he doubted she had ever been kissed properly before either.
"Move fer me..." he encouraged, grinning as he moved down the bed. His lips kissed, his teeth nipped until she writhed beneath him. Several large mouth-shaped bruises marred her flesh, marking her as his own.
Slowly, gently, and fearing a repeat of before, he eased her legs apart. For a moment he held his breath, but no protests came. He continued - his fingers, then his tongue exploring her body, rejoicing in the knowledge that no other man had seen or touched her, that he was the first to savour such delights.
Unable to contain himself much longer he slowly kissed and nibbled his way up her body until he lay above her. Her face was flushed, her eyes somewhat unfocused, her hair spread in a halo about her head. He kissed her again, forcing her legs wider with his knees. "Gently," he told himself. "Gently an' slowly!"
Bessie groaned, pressing her body against his, crying out with pain as he entered her. "Guess yer really were a maiden," he mused, kissing her as he thrust deeper, delighting in the feel of her body. "Ah, Bessie," he groaned, kissing her roughly as his instincts took over, building up speed in his desperate need for her. God it had been too long since he had been with a real woman he mused, feeling the pressure build with each thrust before he emptied himself in blissful release. He looked down, surprised to see tears in her eyes. "Hush," he soothed. "It's over... it's over."
For a while he held her to him, rocking her gently until she fell asleep. "P'raps we'll negotiate t'morrow night too," he mused, becoming aroused again at the mere thought of bedding her again. He wondered how much alcohol it would take or whether she would come to him willingly now that he had taken her maidenhood. He hoped it would be willing - a willing woman was so much fun.
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Again Bessie was gone before he awoke. The table had been cleared, the washing up done and his clothes had been folded neatly beside the bed. He glanced out of the window, surprised to see a large number of troops in the street - it seemed the watch was out in force. He dressed, watching them as they passed. He had been intending to head back to the Black Pearl that day - the crew would not sit idle whilst he pursued Masters' map forever but yet more passing troops persuaded him that it would be a good idea to stay in for the day. He had food, he had rum, and he had a comfortable bed too... what more could a pirate ask? Well, a woman too would be nice, but she would not return until later. He grinned in anticipation of another bedding.
But evening came and Bessie did not return. The later it got the more he worried until eventually he could bear it no longer and went in search of her. The Governor's Mansion was in darkness, apart from a small light in the lobby so he slowly searched through the town, street by street until he found her sitting on the dockside looking out over the harbour in the darkness.
"Aren't yer comin' home Bessie?" he asked quietly, his hand resting on her shoulder.
"Why?" she said bitterly. "You've taken it from me the same as you took my honour - with no consideration for my feelings whatsoever!"
"It was m' money!" he defended. "How else could yer pay me back?" He was shocked at how bitter her tone was.
"And it was my life," she whispered, "but even that is no longer my own!" She rose, turning to look at him, tears glistening in the moonlight as they ran down her face. "I don't have the map Captain! I have no idea where it could possibly be! I just wish you would get out of my life and leave me alone!"
Before Jack could reply to her, a voice shouted nearby. "Sparrow!"
Jack's head whirled, his braids flying and hitting Bessie in the face. "Damn!" he cursed. "Norrington! Run!"
Bessie fled, running in the opposite direction to Jack but luckily the Commodore did not seem interested in her and chased after the pirate, calling loudly for the watch. Keeping to the shadows she crept cautiously home, shaking with relief as she climbed the stairs, locking and bolting the door. She prayed that Jack would not return that night, although she hoped he would escape the Commodore. No man deserved to die on the gallows, not even a pirate.
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But Jack did not return that night, nor for many nights after. Bessie smiled happily, enjoying the life she had always wanted for although her wages were low, she only had herself and the cat to feed and Daffodil mainly fed herself on the rats down at the docks. As long as she was not extravagant could live well. She was especially happy that for now at least it seemed she was free of pirates.
Every morning she set off before dawn, often not returning until dusk. Every seventh day she had a day of rest and would clean and tidy her own small home.
The weeks passed, and then the months, but still Jack did not return... and Bessie did not care for she had realised to her horror that it had been twice now that she had missed her menses. She put her hand to her stomach, counting back over the weeks to the drunken night. No! It was not possible! Not after just once, surely! "Oh God! You bastard!" she hissed angrily, sitting down on the bed and bursting into tears. Even when it seemed he had left he had found a way to yet again ruin her life.
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Yes, I know that is evil... but in those days you played with fire and you got burned. I have already had one heroine who could not have children – and managed to explain that in a hopefully believable manner... but the women unable to bear children in those days were very rare and I didn't want to make Bessie into Kitty Mk II.
Okay.... Reviews?