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Chapter Two: 'You'll be sleeping with the crew if you're not careful, Jack Sparrow.'
'Mr. Gibbs!' Daniel Woods called from his look-out in the crow's nest. 'Ship approaching from th'west.'
'What is it?' the quartermaster of The Black Pearl called back.
Dan peered through his spyglass into the distance, the setting sun blinding his vision slightly. 'It's th'bloody Navy!' he yelled in alarm.
'Set sail!' Joshamee Gibbs and Pete Symmonds called together and the ship became a hive of activity as the crew scurried to get her ready to flee – quickly.
'I don't believe this,' Davy lamented as he hauled on the mainbrace. 'Why'd th'captain have ter make a home just around th'coast from a bleedin' naval base? I reckon Jenny's addled his brains.'
'If he had any in th'first place,' John Williams chuckled wryly, as he too helped unfurl the sails. 'B'sides, it's only a small base, nothin' much ter worry about so long as we keep our wits about us. Where're we goin', Mr. Gibbs?'
'At the moment – anywhere!' the older man exclaimed. 'Deploy the sweeps,' he ordered, relieved to feel the ship surge forward as the long oars stroked through the water.
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'Move!' Jack urged from the bedroom window as he watched his ship start moving away from her anchorage. He took his spyglass from his eye and stared at the scene, glad that he had not brought the ship into the harbour, having anchored her outside of the reefs that guarded it's narrow passage, and prayed. He and Jenny always had clothes packed in a sack, along with pouches of coins – just in case, and Jack wondered if it might be worth leaving the town for a few days, just until the Navy stopped patrolling the area.
'Are they away?' Jenny asked, coming into the bedroom, a worried frown on her face. They had seen what was happening from the wharf when they had gone for a walk and had hurried back home.
'Yes luv, th'Navy won't catch them now,' he assured her, making room for her to stand on the chest under the window to look out at the scene herself.
'Thank goodness for that. Look, I think we should move to Tortuga, it's not safe for you here…'
'It's not safe for me anywhere,' Jack interrupted, shrugging his shoulders. 'It's safe fer you here, an' that's all that matters, savvy? We'll manage.'
'Is this anything to do with that new commodore, do you think?'
'Seems a bit of a coincidence, eh?' he mused, stroking his beard braids, now fully grown after he had shaved them off when he went to England.
'I don't suppose there's any point in my trying to get you to give up pirating right away…?'
'Nope, none whatsoever. Besides, I'm not lettin' th'new commodore think he can scare me into givin' up.'
'All right,' she sighed, resting her head on his shoulder. 'It was worth a try I suppose – just don't do anything…'
'Stupid!' they both chorused, breaking into laughter.
'So, ya goin' ter come aboard fer a while when th'Pearl returns?'
'Yes, I'd love to,' Jenny smiled. 'I miss life on board and I never thought I'd say that!'
'There she goes,' Jack smiled, as his ship disappeared around the headland. 'Be safe,' he whispered, leaning his head against Jenny's.
'She'll be fine,' Jenny assured him, threading her hand in his and squeezing it. 'The crew will take care of her.'
'They'd better!' he threatened, a pit of unease churning in his stomach. 'They'd bloody better…'
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'Thank you, Captain, that was a most enjoyable voyage.' Commodore Beachamp smiled at the naval captain as he settled himself in the ship's boat, waiting to take him ashore.
'It was a pleasure, Sir,' Theodore Groves replied as he sat opposite his superior.
'I am having a dinner party next week, for all the captains and lieutenants. I do hope you will be able to attend.'
'I shall be honoured. What is the occasion, if I may be so bold as to enquire?'
'No occasion, I just want to get to know those immediately beneath me and let them know of my plans and hopefully get ideas as to the best ways to implement them.'
'It is a good idea, Sir,' the naval captain smiled. 'At last,' he thought to himself. 'Someone like Commodore Norrington and not that bloody Boothe…' 'The pirates have had their own way for far too long,' he retorted.
'No more,' Elias Beauchamp assured him. 'No more…'
'I look forward to meeting Captain Farrier – I assume he will be at the party?' Theodore Groves had heard that the man Beauchamp had brought with him from the Carolinas was as tough as they come and looked forward to making his acquiantance, not having done so already because the Commodore had ordered Farrier to take HMS Adventurer and scout the seas, to get a feel for the place, and that was precisly what Captain George Farrier was doing, along with hitting a couple of pirate ships that had crossed their path but not sinking them – Captain Farrier wanted the pirates to spread word about the new commodore and his ship.
'Yes, that is another reason for holding it. I want you all to get to know one another as you shall be working closely together. I shall be mixing the crews up – although, you don't know that…'
'Know what, Sir?' Captain Groves smiled with a twinkle in his eyes.
'Good man,' Elias Beauchamp replied, relishing the task before him.
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The Black Pearl returned to Newcastle four days later, having had to flee to nearby San Juan for safety. No marines had been seen around Newcastle so Jack assumed, correctly in this case, that the Navy had not identified his ship. He paced the floor of the living room, eager to get going, but Jenny was busy giving Luke a list of instructions as to what to do in her absence.
'Fer gawds sake, woman!' Jack sighed. 'He's a grown man – served in th'bloody Navy! If he can't look after himself by now…'
'I know, I know,' she apologised, shrugging her shoulders ruefully at Luke. 'I'm sorry, I know I'm fussing.'
'No…' 'Yes…' Luke and Jack said together, grinning at each other.
'I'm ready now,' Jenny smiled at her husband, planting an apologetic kiss on his cheek.
'Ya sure? Ya don't want ter go and an' check on th'neighbours or anything…?'
'Oh ha-ha!' Jenny bobbed her tongue out at Jack and squealed as he leered towards her. 'Behave,' she chuckled as she scurried out of the door.
'Pirate,' he laughed, waving at Luke as he chased after her before stopping dead and returning for her small case. 'Can't wait fer ya to warm th'bunk up,' he grinned salaciously when he re-joined her.
'That's all I am to you, isn't it?' Jenny teased, holding his free hand.
'Amongst other things…'
'You'll be sleeping with the crew if you're not careful, Jack Sparrow.'
'I'll be sleepin' with th'crew? There again, maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to send you down – half of them are madly in love with ya anyway.'
'See, I've got you over a barrel,' she laughed as they reached the wharf.
'Don't think we've had it over a barrel before… in fact, there are a lot of places we haven't had it yet!'
'Jack!' she admonished, smiling sheepishly at a couple of stevedores passing by. 'Get the chest and yourself in the boat.'
'Yes M'am,' he laughed, lowering the chest down to the ships boat and then climbing down himself to help Jenny in.
'I hate climbing in bloody dresses,' she cursed, trying desperately not to trip over the hem. 'I'll be glad to get into my breeches again.'
'Hmm,' Jack agreed. 'They're easier to get off.'
'You… you…' she spluttered, trying unsuccessfully to look indignant.
'Ya love me really,' Jack winked as he took up the oars and started stroking them through the water.
'It's a good job I do,' Jenny smiled, sitting back and enjoying the sight of Jack doing some strenuous exercise, and of his shirt flopping down with every forward stroke, giving a generous glimpse of his chest.
'Enjoyin' th'view?' he asked laconically, arching an eyebrow.
'Oh, very much so,' she grinned wolfishly.
'At this rate, we're not goin' ter make out it of th'harbour before we jump on each other.'
'I bet the crew have missed it.'
'Not half as much as I have!'
'Well put your back into it then and get us on board.'
'An' wear myself out fer ya?'
'That's true,' Jenny mused thoughtfully. 'All right, take your time while I sit here and fantasise…'
'Jen…' Jack moaned, shifting on the bench as his erection bulged uncomfortably in his breeches. 'D'ya want me ter get us to th'ship or not?'
'Daft question,' she snorted, running her tongue playfully along her lips, thoroughly enjoying the effect she was having on her husband.
'Jenny!' Joshamee Gibbs called, waving to her from the ship's side.
'Hello Joshamee,' she called, looking up at him. 'Good to see you again.'
Jack threw the rope up to the deck and helped Jenny into the bosun's chair then attached her chest to a line and climbed up himself. 'Ya lost them then?'
'Yes, they gave up the chase some five or six miles out,' the quartermaster informed his captain. 'Damn Navy!'
'Oi! Stop molestin' me wife…' Jack warned as Jenny disappeared in a thong of men. ' Phillips, get th'chest below, Bisi, make towards Isla de Muerta, Gibbs come an' inform me exactly what happened, an' you lot let go of my wife!'
'Will ya be helpin' out in th'galley?' John Williams asked.
'I might,' Jenny laughed as she struggled to break free.
'Right!' Jack barked, his patience at an end. 'Let her go… NOW!'
Jenny almost lost her balance as the men departed quickly and she smiled gratefully at Jack before heading down the steps.
'My, my. You've tided this up,' she remarked, looking around the reasonably clean cabin. 'Who did it?'
'Young Michael did most of it,' Jack admitted, smiling as he remembered the young cabin boy's face when he gave him a shilling for his troubles. 'But I did some as well…'
'I've trained you well,' she chuckled, disappearing behind the drapes to change out of the dress and into her ship clothes.
'Not a lot to tell really, Jack,' Joshamee Gibbs informed him as he came into the cabin and supped from the mug of ale that the other man had provided. 'If I didn't know better, I'd say they didn't know who we were.'
'I got that feelin' from th'lack of interest around town. No magistrates or troops anywhere. Could it have been a new man?'
'That's what we thought. There's been a lot of changes according to th'gossip in San Juan. The Admiralty have not only brought in a new Commodore, but sent new men out from England as well.'
'So he has ter break them in…' Jack mused. 'What's his name, th'new man?'
'Beauchamp – not sure of th'first name.'
'Hmm…'
'The thing is, Jack – there was a hellish naval captain a few years back in the Mediterranean by the name of Beauchamp. I never served under him but heard enough tales to make your hair curl.'
'It's a common enough name amongst the well-to-do,' Jenny said as she re-emerged, dressed in an old cotton shirt and worn breeches. Her shoulder length hair was tied back with a braid hanging down and decorated with beads.
'That's true enough,' the older man smiled. 'Probably coincidence.'
'What was that Beauchamp's name?'
'You know – I honestly cannot remember,' Mr. Gibbs frowned. 'Must be getting old.'
Jack bit his tongue, his eyes twinkling over the rim of his beaker as Jenny gave him a warning glance. 'Talkin' of old, has Cotton made his mind up yet?'
'Yes, he wants to retire to Antigua to be with his daughter.'
'Right, we'll sort out his booty at th'island, savvy?'
'Aye, Captain. Right, well – I'll leave you two to it,' he smiled, looking perplexed as they both snorted and Jenny turned away, trying desperately not to laugh out loud.
'Aye Mr. Gibbs, leave us to it,' Jack chuckled, showing his quartermaster out of the cabin.
'Oh God!' Jenny burst out, holding her sides as she shook with laughter. 'He would use that turn of phrase, wouldn't he?' she eventually gasped, leaning on Jack for support.
'I swear he sometimes does it deliberately,' Jack grinned, shaking his head. 'Right young missy, might I ask why ya bothered gettin' changed?' He snaked his arms around her waist and drew her closer.
'I didn't think you'd appreciate Mr. Gibbs seeing me naked,' she smiled winsomely, winding her own arms around his neck.
'I appreciate seein' ya naked,' he murmured, capturing her lower lip with his teeth and gently nibbling.
'Well, if you let go of me, I can grant your wish.'
'I'm a patient man, I can wait a while…'
'Mmm!' She moaned into his mouth as Jack kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring every inch, as his hands did likewise over her body until they cupped her buttocks and pulled her tight against him.
Jenny ground her hips against Jack's, rubbing her pubic bone against his erection and making him gasp out loud. 'Reckon you can still wait?' she asked, huskily.
'Jesus, woman!' he growled, pushing her away and fumbling with the lace of his breeches.
'Here…' she smiled, taking over and unlacing them quickly, yanking them down around his ankles. She took his length in her hand and started pumping and squeezing it, knowing that he would not last long.
'Harder, please,' he begged, resting his forehead on her shoulder as she complied until he jerked upright, ecstasy coursing through his body until he sagged against her once more.
'Well,' Jenny chuckled. 'It looks as though I'll have to wash these breeches already…'
'Sorry luv,' Jack grinned sheepishly. 'But ya should know better than ter get me goin' like that.'
'I do, why do you think I get you going like that?'
'Hehe. C'mon, let's get ya stripped an' on the bunk, eh?'
'Who's doing the stripping?'
'Who d'ya think…?'
'Joshamee? Olabisi?'
'Watch it missy,' he warned. 'Just because yer married to me – doesn't mean I won't throw ya in th'brig fer insubordination…'
'I'd like to see you try,' she snorted. 'I've been practising my swordplay with Luke.'
'Oh… ya have, have ya? Maybe I'd better see how good ya've become then.'
'All right. Get your breeches back on.'
'Ah gawd Jen, now?' Jack grumbled, bending and hauling his breeches back up.
'You're the one who wants to see how good I am,' she replied, smiling innocently as she went past him and retrieved her sword from where it was stowed in a chest,
alongside Jack's.
'Ya know I didn't mean now,' he sighed, fetching his own sword and swiping the air to get the feel of it.
'No time like the present.' Jenny took up her stance, her eyes dancing with excitement. Her smile faded as she focused totally on Jack, trying to anticipate what he would do and so she was ready when he lunged for her, parrying his thrust and pushing him away.
'Very good,' he remarked. 'I see yer footwork's improvin' too.' He backed off, trying to lull her into a false sense of security but to his delight, Jenny's concentration never waivered once. Jack clashed his sword against hers, feeling the metal vibrate with the force and he used the fact that it had knocked her off balance slightly to drive forward, pushing her back as she fought desperately to defend herself.
Jenny's arm began to ache, she had forgotten how hard Jack could fight when the mood took him. She panicked as she stumbled over a chair, but grabbed it and slung it between her and Jack, giving her some much needed space to recover. 'You're going to wear me out at this rate,' she panted.
'You started it,' he reminded her, advancing once more with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. 'Ya should know never to challenge me.'
'Oh well, you'll be satisfying yourself later then if you wear me out…'
'You can always yield…'
'Surrender? To you?' Jenny snorted derisively. 'I've never yielded to you yet – at least, not until I know I'm beaten.'
'You are beaten,' Jack teased, cutting and thrusting his way forward again, pushing his wife backwards until she was pressed up against the bunk.
'You… bastard!' she spat without any malice in her voice. She released her sword and it clattered to the floor where Jack's joined it as he picked her up and laid her down on the bunk.
'Pirate!' he murmured as he nibbled on her ear lobe and started undoing the buttons of her shirt.
'Your capacity to cheat never ceases to amaze me,' she chuckled, winding her legs around his legs and grinding her hips against him.
'I didn't cheat!' he protested, pulling the shirt open and smiling salaciously when he discovered that she had not been wearing a slip beneath it.
'I didn't yield, so don't you dare claim this as a victory… oh!' she moaned as he suckled on a dusky pink nipple.
'D'ya yield now?' he muttered, breaking away to attach himself to the other nipple.
'You'll have to do a lot more than that,' she breathed, tangling her fingers in his unruly hair and arching her back as his tongue flitted across her hard bud.
'I intend to,' he grinned as he pulled away again and started untying the laces of her breeches, getting off the bunk and tugging them off then working his way back up her legs, kissing and sucking. Jack paused as he reached the fuzz of hair and gently blew, making Jenny moan and writhe and buck her hips, a white hot ache throbbing between her legs.
'Ah, ah. There's no need ter get impatient,' he chided playfully, sucking the skin where leg and body joined then moving to her hip bone.
'Ja-ack,' she panted. 'Please…'
'Please what, luv?'
'I need you…'
'Need me ter do what?'
'Will you stop bloody teasing, you bastard, and take me!'
'Do ya yield?'
Jenny groaned and ran her fingers through her hair in exasperation, fighting down the temptation to strangle Jack. 'Yes!' she exploded.
'Yes what?'
'Jack Sparrow, I swear I'll…' she hissed.
'You'll do what, Jenny Wren? Yield?'
'For God's sake – I yield!' she shouted, her body tense with pent up desire.
'There, that wasn't so hard now was it?' Jack teased, working at his own laces once more.
'Something else won't be hard either, in a minute…' she threatened.
'Well I hope I'll last a bit longer than that,' he laughed, pouting theatrically.
'Get your blasted shirt off,' Jenny ordered, pulling him forceably down on top of her, once he was naked.
'Yer eager luv,' he rasped, easing himself into her. He gasped as her muscles contracted around him as her release came immediately and Jenny clung to him as the waves of passion swept over her body.
'Oh… Jack,' she gasped, burying her face in his neck as her body recovered. 'You bloody tease!'
'I think I'll have to tease ya more often,' he chuckled as he began thrusting, losing himself to her sweet embrace.
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