Anyhoo, here's Chapter 12…
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Ok, Chapter 12…for real now!
Silver impulsively moved the palm of her hand across Jack's distinctive cheekbones to cup the side of his face as he responded to her kiss after the first moment of surprise. She felt his callused hands slide behind her neck, bringing her closer and enticing Silver to sigh beneath Jack's lips. He felt her shiver underneath his touch and let his hands glide up and down her back as their mouths moved over and over. As wild passion ignited their lips and hands were tangled roughly into hair, tugging in an effort to be even closer to one another, neither felt the need to deny any longer what they had known all along. Jack's thumbs graced her cheekbones and Silver locked her hands behind his neck, falling backwards and pulling him along atop of her.
Jack propped himself up on his elbow and his eyebrows shot up in surprise as she looked at him longingly.
"What?" his voice cracked and he cleared his throat. "What??" he repeated, "Here? Just right…here?!" When Silver just nodded feverously Jack simply shook his head in amusement. Never one to leave a woman wanting he dove down to capture her mouth once more while tugging at her shirt. Silvers slender fingers ran up his tanned back, drawing circles on his heated skin.
Somehow he sensed the presence of someone more than he heard the approaching footsteps.
"Jack, I was looking for ye! I thought ye oughta – " Burton, Jack's second mate and close friend, stopped dead in his sentence as he realized that his Captain was currently…occupied. "Honestly…" he muttered and eyed Jack scuffling to his feet and adjusting his clothes.
"Great timing, Burton…" he muttered, calming himself.
Was it just him…or did Burton really just see a blush creep into Jack's face…? But why would Jack, of all people, be embarrassed to be found with a whore? They all had needs once in a while… Burton peered closer at the woman who tried to straighten her ruffled self and opened his mouth in surprise when he recognized Silver. Then a grin spread across his face.
"Ahhh…Well, guess the little stowaway wont be left here after all, aye?" He winked at Jack and expected to be told off, but to his surprise his Captain merely smiled, a genuinely happy smile.
"No…she won't. That is…unless she wants ta, of course. Whatcha say, love?" He turned to her and saw her grey eyes burning with desire for him. She wouldn't say no. She couldn't. She couldn't do that to him, to them, not now.
"I'd gladly stay." She replied with an air of embarrassment, but Jack noticed the slight quaver in her voice and grinned to himself.
"Well, that's settled then!" Jack announced and bowed low, extending his hand to Silver. "M'lady?" She blushed shyly – her demeanor so very different from before…- as Jack pulled her up and followed him as he sauntered down the road, waving Burton good-bye.
"'Expect ya t'be on the Pearl by noon, savvy?" Jack called back over his shoulder and saluted him.
Burton merely nodded his head in amusement and smiled to himself. It had been a long time since Sparrow had been in so good a mood. What was it about them woman? He shrugged and was about to turn to the nearby tavern when realization hit him and he stopped abruptly.
"Oy, Captain! Wait up! There was something I came here t'tell ye!"
Obviously annoyed, Jack spun exaggeratedly slowly on his heel and glowered at Burton. Was this second interruption really necessary…? His eyebrows rose expectantly. This better be important.
"Aye, I thought ye should know this…"
Slowly but surely Ambera shrank into the distance and Silver watched it until it was merely a dark line on the horizon. She pitied leaving so soon – but, although she wasn't admitting it fully yet, she was immensely glad to leave with the Pearl at all. What if Jack hadn't found her back in that alley? She'd either be dead or back to her old boring life. No, this was by far the better choice.
She was glad too that Jack had been reasonable and decided to leave. Who knew what those men that Burton told them about were capable of? Not that she was one to avoid a fight, but -
She sensed the presence of Jack behind her and turned around.
"Sorry t'leave?" he questioned and propped his arm on the railing next to her. The distinct space he left between them was somewhat awkward.
Silver shook her head, then looked up at him.
"What were those men Burton warned us of wanting from ye anyway?"
"Uh…" he replied, faltering a little, but seeing her grinning encouragingly he clasped his hands together and continued. "Well…ye see, fer some reason them blokes think I owe 'em a couple o'ships. Not true o'course," he added and smiled reassuringly. "But they didn't seem too pleased and me crew thought it safer if we'd left. Marley's group of blighters is feared 'round here. Not by me, o'course," he added again, with that innocent look in his eye. Silver couldn't help but laugh, which she quickly tried to stifle into a cough.
"Understood, understood Cap'n. No need to explain yerself." With that she touched her temple in greeting and went to work the riggings.
Jack watched her in relief and surprise. He thought he could never have a normal conversation with her again. The last couple of hours she had been turned to herself and shy, avoiding him whenever possible.
Hopefully she'd never find out his real intention of leaving. Aye, it was true, he didn't fear Marley and his mates, and he was always up for an entertaining brawl – but not if it meant placing her into danger. He didn't know why he felt so protective of her; after all, she had shown that she was just as fierce as the rest of his crew. And still, he had thought it better to sail out of port as quickly as possible, avoiding any confrontations that could harm her. And the oddest thing of all was that he didn't mind as much as he thought to stand there like a coward, just knowing that it was for her good. His crew had protested already – they had felt like teaching Marley a good lesson or two. But he had stuck to his decision, not telling the crew the background of course. He wasn't about to be classified as a lovesick whelp! Although he assumed that Gibbs already suspected something of the sort… Jack grimaced. Whatever she would do once she found out his real intentions he didn't like to know. He knew how much she hated to be spoken for. She was just like himself: her own, fierce independent self. Hellcat, he thought and grinned. I knew it the moment I set eyes on her. Not that it made her any less attractive. Wait. Had he just thought that? He shrugged unconsciously. So what. It was true. He'd give up the fooling around and denial sooner than later, but she was obviously not up to that yet. Fine, he'd play along. Until she would, like every woman, fall for his charms. Jack cocked his head arrogantly. Aye, she was attractive. And smart. And her mysterious aura was enough for him to be oblivious to everything around him. Damn it. That isn't a good premise when I'm supposed to be a feared pirate!! But he had to admit he was rightly glad to have her back aboard. He sighed and ran his hands across the chipping wood of the railing, humming his favorite tune. Things would turn out well…they always did for Captain Jack Sparrow.
But perhaps, had he known what was on the horizon for him – and Silver – Jack might not have been as carefree…for dark foreboding clouds announcing a change in the winds for both of them were towering up on the seemingly clear horizon of their destinies…
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