Usual hated disclaimers!

Many, many thanks for all your reviews. Unfortunately owning to time constraints today, I can't name you all as per usual. To make up for it, you have a hot chapter this week ;)

Those who want the names site will have to email me as I tried to contact you but can't access your email address and I'm not allowed to post addresses up here.

I clearly stated in the last chapter that Jenny had had a bleed just before they left Ireland, which means the baby is indeed Jack's.

Pen, thanks for the additional info on the Godstone – I never knew that!

Thanks to Hilary and Linnie for editing.

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Chapter three: 'Well ya didn't think I'd have them on, did ya?'

'Come on ya daft bugger. It's best ter get this over with while we're in dock.'

'Ah, that's easy fer ye ter say,' Shay grumbled, looking up at the main mast towering above him. 'I ain't ever been higher than a whore's bedroom.'

'Jenny learned it whilst we were at sea,' Joshamee Gibbs goaded, standing against the railing of the quarter deck with his arms folded and an amused grin on his face. 'You're not going to let a mere woman get the better of you, are you?'

'Ya'd better not let Jen hear ya call her that, especially in her present state,' Jack laughed, then pulled a face as he realised he had let too much slip.

'Present state…?' The quartermaster's eyebrows shot up as he regarded his captain quizzically. 'And what present state would that be?'

'Aw damn it. She's goin' ter kill me,' Jack cursed, still grinning. 'She's pregnant.'

The crew nearby erupted in a loud cheer which went on long after Jack had managed to break free from the twin embrace of Gibbs and Shay and raised his arms for silence.

'Come on Connelly, ya need think this is goin' ter get ya out of it. Up ya go.'

Shay pulled a face and reached hesitantly for the rigging, placing his feet on the ropes a mere foot from the deck. He looked up and his eyes swam at the height he was expected to go and he turned and looked beseechingly at Jack, who shook his head and motioned upwards. Slowly, the Irishman climbed. Ten feet, twenty feet, higher and higher. He realised halfway up that it wasn't a good idea to look down at the deck, so kept his eyes focused on where he was until he finally reached the crows nest which he scrambled into and lay panting on the base of it with his eyes screwed tight. He prised one eye open then the other and looked at the clear blue sky above him and grinned, elation coursing through his body. He got to his feet and looked over the rail at the deck below and immediately wished he hadn't as it began to sway violently and he gripped the rail for all he was worth, praying that he would not overbalance and plunge to the deck.

'Jack,' he called, shutting his eyes once more. 'Jack, I can't get down.'

Jenny, curious as to what all the noise was about, came on deck and stood besides Jack, a broad smile on her face. 'Shall I go and fetch him down?' she enquired.

'Not on yer bloody life woman! Mr. Gibbs, see to it that Jenny does not set foot on th'riggin' ever again, savvy?'

'Don't worry about that, Jack… Captain.'

'You told them? Even when I asked you to keep it quiet?'

'Ah… sorry luv, it sort of slipped out.' Sensing trouble brewing, Jack darted up the rigging for all he was worth, leaving the task of preventing her from following to his quartermaster.

'Ye took yer bloody time man,' exclaimed Shay, frowning at his friend. 'Or was it that ye weren't goin' ter come ter me rescue but ye perhaps felt safer up here?'

'Dammit man, are ya a mind reader?'

'Nah Jack. As ye say, peas in a pod. Besides, I could see th'look on Jen's face from here,' he chuckled.

'She didn't want me ter say anything just yet. Didn't want th'crew makin' a fuss.'

'Ah…'

'An' they're goin' ter drive her mad.'

'Well, it'll only be until ye find a safe haven fer her, eh?'

Jack frowned, suddenly realising that Jenny would not be able to stay on the ship for much longer and would have to live on land. Therefore, he would have to find her somewhere that was not only safe from other pirates and the navy, but easy for him to reach on a regular basis. 'She won't be with me all th'time,' he thought sadly, the almost perpetual smile fading from his face.

'Jack?'

'Aye Shay, just til we find a safe haven,' he replied in a heavy voice. 'C'mon, let's get yer back down.'

Jack carefully guided the younger man down the netting until their feet finally hit something solid. Shay dramatically sank to his knees and kissed the deck, drawing laughter from everyone on board except Jack, who wandered across to the poop deck, lest any of his crew saw him so downcast.

'Jack?' Jenny had noticed him walk away and followed silently behind and wound her arms around him, leaning against his back and hugging him tight. 'Is everything all right?'

'Yes luv,' came the curt reply and she tensed, pulling away and looking bewilderedly at him as he turned to face her. 'I'm sorry darlin', I just realised that you're goin' ter have ter leave th'ship soon.'

'I know. Why do you think I have never been overly disappointed when my bleeds started.'

He sighed heavily, leaning his forehead against hers. 'I'll find yer somewhere safe, eh? An' I'll visit so often you'll be kickin' me out.'

'More like I'll chain you to the bed so you can't leave,' she joked, though her heart was as heavy as his voice.

'Now there's an idea…' he grinned wolfishly, his teeth glinting in the early afternoon sun. 'Nothin' ter stop ya doin' it in th'cabin.'

'Now there's an idea,' Jenny laughed, burying her face and sinking her teeth into his neck, sucking and licking on his warm, salty flesh.

'So I'll find some manacles and the key fer later, eh?' he rasped, hitching his breath as her nips became sharper. 'Though any more o'this luv, an' I might go an' fetch 'em now.'

'And give the crew free show, I think not Captain Sparrow. Now go and do your captaincy duties while I help John in the galley.'

'Ya spoilsport,' he teased, kissing her lustily until they were both breathless and drawing remarks from the crew.

'Ya got nothin' better ter do, yer scabrous dogs?' he barked, breaking away from the embrace. 'Well I can find ya plenty ter do. Now shake a leg, we got a ship ter stock.' He looked back at Jenny and grinned. 'Later luv,' he whispered, his eyes shining with the promise of later.

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Jenny padded wearily back to the cabin after a long afternoon cooking and serving the crew, plus men Bailey had brought together to serve as his crew. Her heart had sunk at the sight of Richard Page amongst them, but he had been very well behaved. 'Just as well,' she chuckled to herself, knowing what sort of reception he would have received if he had tried anything. She idly wondered how Jack was paying for the supplies but realised that he was probably trading on his reputation and a promise of payment as soon as he had been to the Isla de Muerta. She opened the door and stopped dead as candlelight filled the whole cabin. Slowly Jenny walked in, staring around her in amazement at the many hurricane lamps glowing, and sniffing the air as perfumed oil hit her nostrils.

'Jack…?' There was no sign of her lover but a small chuckle from behind the drawn drapes by the bunk gave away his location. She moved across and parted them, a smile spreading across her face at the sight of Jack leaning against the cabin wall, smiling seductively at her and dangling the manacles from his hand.

'Are yer goin' ter stand there all night admirin' me or are yer goin' ter get undressed?' he drawled, placing the restraints down on the bunk and swaggering towards her, his tongue running across his teeth.

'Well, I was hoping to have a little help with that,' she purred, snaking her arm around his neck and pulling him into a searing kiss, her free hand already working at the few buttons done up on his shirt.

'I thought you were the one who wanted help undressing,' he mumbled between kisses, shrugging the shirt from his shoulders.

'Let's concentrate on you first,' she growled huskily, sucking on his chin, glad that the braids were not there any more.

'Aye, let's concentrate on me… ah!' he groaned as Jenny sucked on the tender spot behind his ear and rubbed her hand along his bulge, the friction sending white hot bolts shooting through his body. 'Bloody hell woman,' he gasped, grinding his groin against hers.

'What? Don't you like it? Well…' Jenny moved away, squealing as Jack grabbed her wrist and pulled her roughly back and kissing her hard enough to draw blood from her lip.

'Ya know I like it,' he rasped, picking her up and turning her around, pressing her against the bulkhead. 'Oh God, Jen,' he breathed as he worked his way along her jaw then took an earlobe into his mouth and sucked hungrily on it, all the time rubbing himself against her.

Jenny became incapable of speech as lust coursed through her body and she panted and groaned into his ear, her fingers tangling in his wild hair as her body responded to his touch. She groaned out loud as Jack abruptly stopped his attentions and released her.

'No point in getting' yer all worked up just yet, eh luv?' he grinned, ducking her swipe. Jack undid the buttons of her shirt and pulled it open, admiring the well defined lines of her body. He traced the tidemark across the top of her breasts where the tan stopped and the pale skin began with his tongue, tasting the salty sweat on it. He frowned as she pushed him away.

'I thought we weren't getting me all worked up,' she smirked at his pout then pulled the shirt from her body, jutting her breasts towards him, broadening her smile as he moaned with desire.

'Nah, we were getting' me all worked up,' Jack lamented but slowly smiled as Jenny backed him towards the bunk then pushed him down on it. 'That's more like it luv,' he growled softly, closing his eyes as her lips and tongue set to work on his chest. He rolled them both over so he was on top and distracted Jenny by closing his mouth over a nipple, sucking and nipping it while he brought the cuffs closer as she moaned and writhed beneath him, making him quiver. He ran his hands along her arms and caught her hands in his, raising them above her head. He moved his mouth to her neck and sucked hard, making Jenny gasp and pant as he left his mark on her. With one swift movement, Jack clasped the manacles around her wrists and snapped them shut, grinning at the shock on her face.

'Well ya didn't think I'd have them on, did ya?'

'I-I…' She looked round frantically for a means of escape then glared at Jack, whose golden smile was still flashing at her. 'Jack…' she pleaded, watching as he untied the bandana from his head and wound it around the shaft of the cuffs. He climbed off her and tied the other end to the leg of the bunk, ensuring she could not escape, even if she wanted to. She started to throb between her legs in anticipation of what was to come and sweat beaded her face as Jack straddled her and leered with a salacious gleam in his eyes. He started unlacing her breeches, glancing up as she started to buck her hips, making it hard for him to do so. He unwound the sash from his waist and took a small knife from his back pocket and cut it in half then turned around, and with some difficulty, tied each of her legs to the bunk and turned back to face her.

'Right missy,' he rasped throatily. 'Yer mine ter do with whatever I please.'

Jenny half closed her eyes and shivered, crying out as he straddled her once more and pressed his hard shaft against her. She looked into his pitch black eyes, then down at the knife which he was toying with, then down again as he moved it to the laces of her breeches and slit them open. He ran the tip of his tongue across his lips, making her tremble some more and with a wicked smile, ran the knife along the right hand seam of the breeches then did the same to the left and simply peeled the ruined garment off her legs, leaving her totally exposed below him.

She shuddered violently as the memory of being bound and raped by Roger Crompton flashed through her mind and she fought to banish it before it spoiled the mood. But Jack was too astute for that and looked at her quizzically.

'D'ya want ter stop?' he asked gently, fishing the key to the manacles from a pocket.

'N-no,' she whispered, cursing herself mentally.

'Ya sure luv? I won't mind.'

'Will you untie my legs please?'

'Of course I will Jen.' He did as she asked and went to unlock the cuffs but Jenny shook her head.

'No, keep those on. I don't mind that.'

'All right. But if ya want them off, just yell, eh?'

Her response was to wrap her freed legs around his waist and pull him down, kissing him hungrily when their lips met.

He eventually broke away from the embrace and looked along her body, a crooked grin spreading across his face. 'Ya need to work naked. Yer all different colours,' he laughed then yelped as she kicked his backside. 'You'll pay fer that, young lady,' he warned as he ran his fingers along her sides, pressing down with his legs as she bucked and squealed.

'No… tickling,' she gasped, trying to squirm away from him. 'Please.'

'Well, you be nice ter me an' I'll be nice ter you, savvy?' He leaned forward again and suckled on her throat, feeling her moans vibrate in his mouth. Jack licked his way down the valley between her breasts, paused at her belly to kiss and stroke it, then carried on down until he reached the mound of hair between Jenny's legs.

'Oh. Jack.' She gasped, trying hard not to buck her hips as he blew along her slit then parted her lips with his fingers and ran his tongue along it, humming with pleasure at the taste of her, the vibration sending fire racing through her veins. 'Juh… ack…' she breathed as he teased her by flitting the tip of his tongue up and down along her clitoris until her body tensed up and she strained against the shackles on her wrists, wanting to hold him, wanting to push him away, wanting release. But when she was near to release, Jack pulled away, licking his lips ferally.

'Nuh-o,' she begged, thrusting her hips towards him. 'Please Jack, I need you.'

'An' you shall have me darlin', just not yet.' He climbed from the bunk and went to the side cabin, coming back with a bottle in his hand. He straddled her once more and uncorked the bottle, pouring a generous helping of its contents into his hand, placed the bottle on the side table and rubbed his hands together. He reached out for Jenny and gently massaged the perfumed oil into her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard buds, then he moved along to her collarbone and shoulders and used light feathery strokes across the tender spots. Jack picked the bottle up and poured the oil directly onto her belly so it pooled in her belly button and using long slow caresses, rubbed into her skin, feeling her purr with delight.

'My babe,' he muttered, bending down and kissing her stomach. 'M'first born.'

'The first of many,' Jenny promised, smiling tenderly at him.

He poured some more oil out and ran his hands along the underside of Jenny's arms, still manacled together and pressed his lips against hers when they were within reach. He turned around and started on her legs, sucking on her toes before rubbing the oil in her feet, laughing as Jenny writhed beneath him

'Over ya go luv,' he grinned, turning her over so she was on her belly. Jack dribbled the oil along the length of her back and used long strokes of his now warm hands, his fingers gently working at knots in her shoulders.

"You enjoyin' this?' he asked as he lay along her back and nuzzled her ear.

'You need to ask? I feel I've died and gone to heaven,' she sighed turning her head to snatch a kiss from him. 'What is that oil and where did you get it?'

'It's from th'sandlewood plant luv. One o'the other ships has just come back from th'east and brought it with 'em.'

Jack rose off his lover and shuffled down so that he was between her knees and poured the oil over her backside, making her gasp then moan with desire as it trickled down the crease, feeling it sting slightly as it mingled with her wetness.

'Like that? I think I'll leave that 'til later then, eh?'

'You bloody tease,' she grumbled, shuddering as his hands stroked the sensitive skin at the back of her legs and down her calf to her feet. Jenny gave a low moan as he finally turned his attention to the pool of oil at the base of her back, adding more to it then massaging it in, kneading her buttocks and parting them and running his fingers along the crack and teasing the hard bud of her anus but not penetrating.

'Oh… Jack,' she moaned, her desire becoming an incessant throb between her legs. 'Please, I want you inside me now.'

'Tsk, tsk. You're becoming an impatient missy,' he admonished, laughing as she bucked her bottom, nearly causing him to fall off the bunk. He ran his hands along her spine once more and nipped the nape of her neck sharply when his head drew level with it, drawing a cry of pain which turned to a shudder and a wanton growl as he probed his long fingers into her hot, wet tunnel.

'Up on yer knees Jen,' he rasped, moving back so she could comply then Jack eased into her and lay along her back, kissing, biting and sucking her neck and shoulders as he thrust deeply with each stroke whilst his hands grasped her breasts and massaged them around, tweaking her nipples until she yelped. Jenny was silent as a powerful climax drove through her body and she held her breath as the feeling went on and on until she let out a long breath and gasped for air.

'Jack… Oh God,' she panted, strands of damp hair plastered to her face. 'Take these off me. I want to hold you,' she begged.

'No,' he growled, kneeling upright and grabbing her hips and pounding into her, pulling her back into him as he thrust forward.

Jenny braced her hands against the headboard, helpless to do anything more than pant and moan as Jack gave into his desire. She could hear the slurping of her juices when he pulled out and the slapping of skin against skin when he thrust back in harder, faster until he let out a feral cry and pushed himself as far as he could inside her and released his seed, withdrawing and sagging down onto her back after his passion was spent.

Jack slowly raised himself off Jenny's back and reached for the key to the manacles, which was on the table and released her wrists, catching them in his grasp as he flopped down beside her, and licked them gently where the cuffs had dug into her. He cradled her in his arms as she recovered, wondering just how he would cope when she went to live on land.

'I'll miss ya,' he whispered, his only reply being a gentle snore. 'God, I'll miss ya…'