Sail On Silver Girl
Chapter 23
"Jonathan…" Silver whispered between heated kisses and he released her from their frenzied embrace for a few seconds, dipping his head to press his lips to her hand. When he lifted his eyes again, Silver could see nothing but infinite love reflected in the two orbs and the sensation of feeling loved soothed her tormented heart.
In the end she didn't know how they ended up in the creamy-curtained bedroom or the ebony bed – she felt lost, dizzied by Jonathan's kisses and the feelings she couldn't make sense of. As the careful hands of her childhood sweetheart slipped under her dress, the image of Jack flashed before her for a split second, but she pressed her eyes shut tightly the next moment, pulling Jonathan's mouth down for a fervent, longing kiss. Forget Jack…a nagging voice told her. But as hard as she tried, Silver had a difficult time denying that this was incomparable to the passion between her and Jack.
Nonetheless, Jonathan offered distraction – and very pleasant distraction at that. The caress of his soft lips on her neck made Silver gasp and she gratefully returned the favor; he made her feel again, and yet he managed to numb the pain that Jack had caused her. Forget Jack…
As the last flicker of doubt died and Silver sank into a sensuous haze, any image of the pirate was wiped from her mind and she gave in to sweet temptation. In the treasured moments of oblivion she gripped at Jonathan, holding on as if she feared for her life, his name was spilling from her lips, and Jack was forgotten.
Momentarily, at least.
"I'm sorry if I offended ye, Silver, but I be Captain Jack Sparrow and –"
Jack sighed and kicked a pebble up the street. "Nay, that's not a good idea", he corrected himself.
"How about…'will ye please forgive me Silver, ye know that I need ye, and I'd do anything to get ye back'." The next moment Jack's eyes widened in shock as he mouthed the words again. He shook his head: "Nono, now let's not be too mushy, Jack. Ye're turnin' more and more like Will, that eunuch and, personally, that's scarin' me a little." His hands described an absurd series of explanatory gestures as he talked to himself, thinking of a better, more Sparrow-like apology.
"'Ye are so beautiful Sylvia, yer eyes shine like…like…like the silver scales of a fish in the sun, and I need ye like I need me rum, so please don't leave me fer that wig.'" Jack pondered this last attempt for a few seconds, thoughtfully stroking his goatee between the grimy fingers and at last his face lit up proudly. "Aye, that should do it. 'Even rhymes. And compliments are always good! Women like 'em", he assured himself and smoothed his moustache before unconsciously quickening his pace.
Although the sun had already set, Jack was not about to give up finding Silver, and now, with his speech all practiced, he was sure the pansy would not stand a chance. He glanced at the mansion as he passed it, but all windows were dark and the house seemed deserted. He gazed down onto the labyrinth of streets below him, down to all those alleys were Silver could be, and frowned. Aye, finding was going to mean a long night – but no worries: Captain Jack Sparrow was more than familiar with looong nights…
The Black Pearl is bustling with activity as it slowly backs out of the dock. Sails are hissed, commands shouted, knots untied and the heavy anchor chain stowed safely inside. As it grows smaller and smaller, without yet sinking behind the horizon, the sky begins to darken. Ominous clouds cover the sky, and before long the first heavy pearls of rain slacken the sails. Gusts of wind begin to whip the sea, and waves of foam are starting to form. Soon the Pearl is dancing among them, thrown back and forth like the fragile toy of a child. Just as the heavens seem to clear again, a low rumbling shakes the planks of the ship. The lightning bolt strikes without warning – the main mast crumbles immediately and catches fire. Despite the rain the flames spread quickly, igniting anything and everything in their consummation. Quickly, the pride of Jack Sparrow is no more than a ball of fire, mimicking the sun as it drowns in the ocean, pulling the captain and his loyal men along into the depths.
With a silent gasp Silver woke, sitting up rigidly in the warm poster bed. Her forehead was lined with sweat, and her grey eyes were wide in shock. Sighing in relief she sank back into the covers as reality dawned on her. Silly dream. Just a silly dream! she repeated over and over again as her rapid breathing slowly steadied. Instead of falling asleep again though, Silver stared blankly at the ceiling, then at the man next to her. She waited for her heart to beat faster, for her stomach to flutter excitedly at his sight, anything – but the empty feeling wouldn't fade. Aye, she had spent a lovely night. Nonetheless it had been incomparable to the heated passion in the sharing of just a single kiss with Jack, and looking at the sleeping form of Jonathan, she felt absolutely nothing.
Disgusted with herself, she removed his heavy arm draped across her stomach and got up. Silver shivered as her bare feet came in contact with the cold stone floor and she quickly gathered her dress that was flung across the intricately carved ebony stool. Glancing through one of the velvet curtains she saw the lush forest outside obscured by the early morning mist. The sun had not yet risen, and Silver was glad that Jonathan was not awake. She wouldn't have known what to say that could express the shame she felt. She had used him! But maybe, so she hoped, a walk would clear her mind about a future with Jonathan. A future guaranteed to be safe, secure, and full of love – from his side, that is. Nonetheless, she had a choice to make.
It was with pain that Silver realized, perhaps the choice had already been made for her. Who knew whether Jack was still docked in Antigua or whether he, and if just in the heat of the moment, had decided to simply leave her behind…?
Jack was tired and disappointed. His confident stroll had died with the enthusiasm after failing to find Silver. He had peeked into every street, waltzed into every tavern – most of which were closed, draped with the same black satin. The sight was depressing, and now, in the early morning mist, Jack felt bleak and hopeless. He noticed with surprised that he was back at the beach, only a few hundred meters away from the Pearl. Turning his back onto the beloved ship he kicked at the sand, and, lost in thought, he kept strolling along the coast. If only he had another chance. Here was the one woman for whom he felt something more, something purer than lust, and he messed it up. Although there were no onlookers in sight, he pulled down his tri-corner hat to cover his utterly discouraged frown.
Though she had planned to visit her father's grave, Silver realized that her feet had unconsciously carried her to the shores of the ocean. The feeling of the coarse sand beneath her bare soles soothed her inner turmoil and her mind became clearer as she sighed into the salty wind. Her emerald dress was loose and fluttering in the breeze, as she had decided to abandon the corset. The satin was cool on her skin; her hair was pulled back carelessly with a couple of pins. The rolling of the waves woke memories of Jack, and her eyes became dreamy as she remembered the first kiss they shared. Her face broke into a subtle, nostalgic smile as she thought of their chance encounter, of her disguise and Jack's bet. If only, if only…she sighed longingly as she stared into the waves for a long moment, before continuing her path through the dunes.
After a few more minutes of strolling about, Jack casually flopped into the sand beneath him, mumbling to himself. But this time he was preparing a speech for his first mate Ana – he could already imagine the look of pity on her face when he returned without Silver. But Jack Sparrow would have none of that. It merely meant going back to being his old-self: unattached, uncommitted, free – simply, a pirate. Before he could assure himself once again of this mantra though, Jack Sparrow yawned unwillingly and the waves lapping against the sand seduced the exhausted captain into a dreamless slumber.
Aww, poor Jack. I want to cuddle him. :)
Sorry
for all the jumping around, from Jack to Silver and back. I just
wanted to show how both react to the situation, and then end up at
the same place or something…Oh well, the story is most definitely
nearing its end. Probably only one more chapter to go. But before
that I wanna thank all of you for the feedback…
AttackingHentaiChibisLoveFluff:
Hehe, you didn't need to worry – my story isn't supposed to be
too cliche ;-) Jack walking in on them would be overdoing it. Hope
you didn't give up on it…
Sparrow's
Someone: Your reviews are great – I really appreciate your
feedback! But it's true: you haven't updated in a looong time!
So, get on with that Jack/Ana story – but don't forget to review
;-)
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Wow, thanks, I'm really glad you like it that much!
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Nope, he's not catching them. That would be too cheesy. Hope you
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