I Can't Ever Leave You (I STILL hate this title...)
By Kitty
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I've got some great things going for turning this story into a book, like changing obviously copy-righted names and places and situations, and writing more of a beginning to show Jack's and Lela's history because I won't have a movie to fill in all of the implied stuff...
Once again, I'm so freakin' sorry about it being so long. I think I might have a new muse, for when I returned home this previous eve I was struck with the voracious will and need to write. Hope you enjoy it darlings, and you know what they say: good things come to those who wait...
Oh yeah, quick "warning" for the kiddies out there who either have nanny programs on their computer installed by strict paranoid parents, and for the squeamish people who have apparently think that depicting sexual acts in PG-13 or R movies is fine but depicting it in a written form is somehow filthy and unacceptable.
clears throat DISCLAIMER: This chapter contains mildly sexually explicit situations and the people mentioned above are hereby forewarned "If ye don't like my cookin', please don't start bitchin', step away and stop lookin', and get ye the hell out of me kitchen!" Basically, if you want to know what's going on, you read everything, and if the more risqué parts bother you for whatever reason, GET OVER IT. cough Erm, thank you. Onto the story!
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Concealed behind the thick carved doors on the Siren Fire, the two reunited lovers and pirates shamelessly ravished each other like giggling libidinous adolescents rolling around in a haystack.
Meanwhile on the Gremlin Flame, there was another shameless display of brazen activity occurring at the same moment. However unlike the pirate captains who had the luxury of an entire private compartment, the two people in the galley were confined to a wobbly wooden table at the edge of the room. The first figure was a young man who, although tall in stature, possessed less muscle mass than his female companion. The woman stood only a head shorter than the gauche lanky lad that she was practically overpowering.
The boy, Riley, clumsily flung his hands around and about the older woman's form, desperately and boorishly trying to reciprocate the feelings of pleasure that were running through him. Judith mercilessly attacked the lad's innocent neck with weapons of lips and teeth. Despite Riley's earlier efforts to hold her off and his current guttural groans and ridiculous juvenile noises, she continued her assault with her hesitation and nausea hidden. Judith had no real interest in the young man; he was little more than a boy to her.
But there was a reason for her seduction of him: the need for a dogsbody who would obey her every command and be her eyes and ears around the ships of Captain Lela Bratchkep. And she could tell from the look on his face that he would indeed soon be her devoted drudge and lackey.
Unfortunately Judith was not a very patient person about anything.
While her hands kept roaming, her lips brushed Riley's earlobe as she whispered, "I feel so close to you, Riley, like we could tell each other anything..." The boy just nodded dumbly as his breathing became even more erratic. Judith leaned closer and continued with, "You feel the same way, don't you?" Again, he just enthusiastically nodded. "You must prove yourself," the steely-eyed minx growled. "Tell me, dearest. You've been with Captain Lela since her start, yes?" It took a great amount of effort on Judith's part to not strangle Riley as he continued to shake his head up and down like an idiot. She coughed and poured more honey into her treacle tone. "Ahem. Where-ever did she get these magnificent ships? Oh, Riley, please tell me..."
"Um, w-well, I, I-I-I don't really know, uh, actually." The young man laughed sheepishly until blazing molten grey eyes snapped up to catch his. Riley gulped in fear (and anticipation) as he momentarily had the chance to wonder what her reaction would be. His hopes and fears were realised when Judith roughly grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him back to pin him to the table.
"What do you mean you don't really know!"
Riley looked around awkwardly, thinking that any moment another crew member would burst into the room, and either congratulate him (for getting such attention from a woman and then spreading the news, thereby greatly improving the boy's popularity,) or howl with laughter that he had gotten pinned down by a woman. Riley frantically tried to answer the irate sadist dominatrix. "I-I-I mean, erm, I do kn-know that sh-she got them b-both at th-the same t-time, s-some time during her travels t-to F-F-F-F-France...!"
Judith's nostrils flared a little as she brought her head down so that her heated grey gaze bored into the lad's own nervous twitching eyes, searching and scrutinising. Finally she murmured, "Good lad..." the coy and sugared air back in her voice. "Ah, yes, I do believe we shall get along just fine."
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Back in Captain Lela's quarters, the two unconventional pirate captains were faced with an unconventional problem: they were in love and had buried most of the hatchet (there was still a stub of the handle that poked above the ground) but what would become of Captain Bratchkep's plans to make off with the treasure of Isla du Muerta? And even if that problem could be solved, it merely gave birth to a new problem: after all the fuss that had been made about capturing Captain Sparrow and his ship, the Black Pearl, how would they explain to their crews what the new plan was without looking like weak conspiring cowards and losing the crews' respect and loyalty?
However, there were other things occupying Jack's and Lela's minds that seemed much more important and much more pressing at that moment. So what better way to figure out a solution to an unconventional problem than to use the conventional method of multitasking?
"I'm in a right mess," Lela gasped between her captive's relentless kisses. "I don't know whether to just go ahead with my original plan, or," she paused to brush back Jack's beaded braids and place a zealous series of osculating nips on the exposed flesh at the base of his neck, "or, if I should, if, if we should, try and think of something else." Having said her piece, she brought her lips back to meet Jack's neck and ears and cheeks and lips.
Despite the many distractions that came from Lela, Jack tried to answer her implied question as best he could. "W-well, luv," he ventured as his nerves began to shiver from the acute pinpricks that rained down on his skin, "neither of us want to make fools of ourselves when we try and explain fthings to the crew." Bordering on a sensory overload, Jack hissed in air through his teeth when Lela pressed her tongue against the beating pulse in his neck, and his hands flew up onto her back, running up and down from shoulders to waist. "We could say that we've put aside our differences and have decided to join forces."
"Mmm, no, that's too simple," whispered Lela. "They'd all wonder too much about why we've suddenly made amends when we were never very clear about what our qualms wiv each other were in the first place. Well, wait..." Her eyes flickered as calloused fingertips raked across her lower back. "Conleth," she continued. "Conleth is the only one I've even hinted to about what our history was."
Jack lips feathered down Lela's forehead, nose, mouth, and chin. "That's a lit'ul bit like what I've told Gibbs," he guiltily admitted, "except I gave him more of a history lesson on us than a hint..." Lela momentarily stopped and gave her love a questioning, almost scolding, look. "Wha--? Don't look at me like that! Is'not like I told 'im ev'eyfthing!"
They both couldn't help but begin chuckling and resuming their "multitasking." Lela drew her nails back and forth against Jack's chest. "Ah, in any case, we have to have a better reason."
As Lela leaned forward to rest her head on his shoulder, Jack's eyes lit up with an old mischief that Lela knew too well.
"What if we happen to have some sort'a lit'ul contest or somefthing?" Lela sat up and her eyes silently told him to go on. Jack's lips curved into a small smile for a moment. She never could resist hearing about a plan... He blinked twice, licked his bottom lip, and continued. "Not a contest, uuummm...a duel! Yes, a friendly duel between two great pirate captains and old friends..."
"To determine who will get to have the treasure of Isla du Muerta," Lela finished for him. "But instead of one of us losing..."
"We'll both fight equally and declare the duel as being a tie." Jack smiled, his teeth flashing with the same misbehaviour as his eyes. "Even though, of course, I'd beat you in a real duel..." Lela scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"You won't ever change, will you Jack?"
"Is that a question asking if I'll always be irking you in one way or anofther? Or is that a question asking me to not ever change? Haha!"
"The first one, definitely," Lela sneered, and then her expression grew gentler, as it often seemed to do. "But...the second one, too..."
"Well then, yes, and..." Jack abruptly pulled her closer into his arms and held her head to his chest. "And the second one...no...not if you don't want me to."
Lela snuggled more into her captive's embrace. "Good," she murmured. Jack smiled again, bent his head down, and kissed her lips.
"Very good?" he teased.
"Yes," Lela taunted back, as if she firmly believed that her words the previous evening were just fine, "very good..."
Jack lightly poked at Lela's stomach, eliciting a small slap that came with a giggle. "So you know what this means? Now you have to gimme back my effects!"
"Pssh!" the lady replied. "And why should I do that? You need but a sword to have a duel."
"Ah," Jacked mused, stroking his hirsute chin, "so you were thinking that it was supposed to be a fair duel! Oh, lord no, moi good lass, in a fair fight you might actually beat me, so it wouldn't be very smart of me to fight fair then, would it?"
"All right, fine. But perhaps..." Once again, the tables turned, and Lela lightly knocked the back of her beloved's legs, causing them to fall out from underneath him. Jack fell to the ground and Lela, sinking down against the wall, slowly crawled up to his chest and slid her palms across his shoulders and out to his hands. She softly dragged the tips of her nails from Jack's fingertips to his wrists, and when his mouth dropped open with a gasping sigh, she only let her weight give into gravity more. "Perhaps," she continued subtly, "there is some way to..." Lela moved her head down to Jack's, seemingly in order to kiss him, but then suddenly she faintly pulled away, much to her captive's frustration and disappointment. "Some way to...persuade you..." She was deliberately being cruel and breathing so gently and lightly that it was sending Jack's mind reeling over the edge of the physical world, he was absolutely sure of it! "To fight fair..." Once more she placed her lips achingly close to his. "With me?"
Jack couldn't take it. He just couldn't take it. Finally giving in to temptation, one hand flew to the back of Lela's head and the other hand slung around her waist. Gripping her side and pulling her head down, Jack kissed her deeply, out of both physical need and the need of his pounding heart to make sure she was right there with him and that she wasn't going anywhere.
Lela mumbled something but was taken in Jack's fervent compulsive attentions. She felt mildly disappointed when Jack rolled on top of her because she had lost control, and it seemed that like so many times before, her plan did not work out the way she planned. But after a few minutes, then after a few more minutes, her brain pointedly questioned: did she really mind so much?
"Perhaps," Jack whispered a while later. As if in a daze Lela half-opened her eyes.
"Perhaps?" she repeated. "Per--...Perhaps what?" Jack smiled into his captor's lips.
"Perhaps there is a way you could persuade to fight fair with you," he answered. "Perhaps you already have..."
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"Gah...blasted sun..." Conleth defended his vision from the worsening sunrise. He had barely slept the night before, not that he ever slept much. Still, the past few days had been thoroughly exhausting. He had thought that with all the extra work he had been doing he would be more fatigued and sleep more easily. But there had been too many things running through his mind. Even if the thoughts were of an innocent nature (well, most of the time) he was beginning to wonder if thinking about Captain Bratchkep was taking a toll on his health.
True enough, he had been with her since almost her very beginnings, and they had been through an infinite number of ventures and escapades and close shaves. True enough, he knew things that had happened to her along the way that no one else did. He thought he knew every bit of her. But the Sparrow fella has always been the secret that she's never fully told me about... he contemplated.
Conleth shook his head and rubbed the dust from his eyes that wasn't there. I know about what happened last night, he thought, about what always happens on that night. That Jack Sparrow couldn't know, could he? They haven't even seen each other for over a decade. His forehead wrinkled up as his eyes charily glanced to the closed doors of the captain's room, the gold and silver beasts glinting in the morning sunlight. I wonder if she's told him?
He pulled his eyes away from the Siren Fire and back to the door he was walking to on the Gremlin Flame. Hmph, what am I thinking? Has she even told him she still loves him? Conleth shook his head again and heaved a groaning sigh. She had never actually said that to him. Whenever she absentmindedly got on the subject of Captain Sparrow, Lela had always suddenly remembered herself and just gave vague answers and dismissive comments to her first mate.
But she loved him. She still loved him, even though it seemed as if he had hurt her long ago. Conleth could tell. Though she was, to him, the most convincing actress in the world, her words were almost totally transparent. She loved Jack Sparrow all but too much and Conleth was certain of it.
He continued walking and thinking to himself, and was rather surprised as he opened to galley door to see two people audaciously wrestling with each other on the table. Both of his furry eyebrows shot up in shock and then his mouth twisted in disgust. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing!" barked Conleth.
The two figures abruptly sat up and gazed up at the open door. Only slightly relieved to see that it was, in fact, a man and a woman, Conleth strode over to the opposite edge of the table, took hold of both corners, and shook and bumped it back and forth until the people came flying off. Setting the wooden counter down with clack, he scolded, "For god sakes, Riley, Judith, people eat there!"
"C-Conleth!" the boy protested, "it's, it's not--!"
"Oh, the hell it ain't!" Conleth growled. He stomped out shaking his hands in the air, leaving a very guilty boy and a very angry woman behind on the galley floor.
Out on deck, the first mate continued to grumble about lecherous women and naïve easily led astray whelps. I might as well go have a word with the captain, he concluded. I've got to do something to get those images out of my head! Quickly glancing at the Diabla Liza and the Black Pearl to see the first signs of the crew awakening, Conleth lifted the gangplank from the ground and pushed it onto the barrister of the Siren Fire. As he walked across the board he heard Judith storm out of the galley and then Riley running after her. After firmly shaking his head to rid his mind of unwanted thoughts, and almost losing his balance because of it, he landed on the deck of his captain's most favoured ship.
At first he thought to go check for Captain Bratchkep below deck but he hesitated and something told him she wasn't down there. Then he heard noises coming from behind the doors of her apartment. She must already be awake. Conleth walked towards the other end of the ship where he finally noticed two of the captain's new girls, the Frenchies, on either side of the doors, one sitting up and one curled up on the ground, both sleeping soundly. With their clothing mussed from sleeping on deck it was hard to restrain a rather lewd train of thought, but then flashes of Judith's bare shoulders and breasts struck his mind, almost like a punishment for bawdy ideas.
Shuddering and squinting his eyes, he walked between the lovely Frenchies and knocked twice on the thick entryway. He waited, but no answer came, in the form of an opening door or a voice or otherwise. He tried once more, knocking three times loudly, but still he was not answered.
Before he thought it through, Conleth opened one of the doors and walked in. He was about to announce himself but when he looked about the room, Captain Bratchkep was nowhere to be found. Not at her desk, not at her table, and not in her bed. His cheeks coloured a little bit, thinking perhaps that he had walked in on her while she was dressing.
Then something else occurred to him: Jack Sparrow was nowhere to be found either. Suddenly filled with anxiety and dread, Conleth turned towards the rice paper dressing screen, and underneath the middle slat were many strands of long black hair covering the ground. He heard gasps and snatches of sentences, "please" and "don't" and "stop." He become more horrified than ever and rushed behind the panel, fearing the worst. The Sparrow bastard was on top of Lela with his hands at her neck; he was choking her! She had her hands about his neck trying to throw him off, but he as too heavy! Conleth hastily pulled out his sword and ran towards them. Unfortunately he tripped on Jack's foot and came down on his knees.
Two very surprised and considerably embarrassed pirate captains pulled away from each and looked up at an even more stunned and discomfited face. Conleth looked more closely at the two. His captain had only a small chemise on her torso that didn't even cover her stomach, the other captain had his shirt unbuttoned, both heads of hair were all over the place, and there were painfully obvious love bites on Lela's stomach and both of their necks and shoulders.
Conleth's mouth kept opening and closing, as if he was about to scream what, then he changed his mind, and then scream why and when and how and then change his mind accordingly. Lela pressed her face into Jack's chest as her bewilderment and confusion and mortification grew. Jack just kept looking at Conleth as if to say that he should leave immediately, but at the same time looking much too pleased with himself.
Captain Lela Bratchkep's first mate ultimately slowly closed his eyes and tilted his head downward. Then he slowly opened his mouth, took a deep breath through his nose, and slowly said, "I'm going to go sit at your desk. I'm going to close my eyes and try to sleep. I suggest that by the time I wake up, you both be fully dressed and ready to explain whatever the fuck seems to have happened here recently, or else prove that I've gone completely insane and I just hallucinated this whole situation." Conleth stood up, turned around rigidly, and walked back to the other end of the room to Lela's desk.
He stopped, just for a moment, and wondered if maybe he really had been hallucinating, and Lela and Sparrow hadn't really been snogging on the cabin floor behind the dressing screen. He heard restrained laughter, snickers and snorts, and then full out giggles and guffaws.
Conleth sighed. Nope, what he had just seen was no hallucination. He carefully pulled out the desk chair and promptly plopped down on it. Then, letting his head drop to the top of the desk, he sank into a most welcome dreamless snooze.
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Drink and be merry and bed many a fair lad! (Er, y'know...lass...whate're floats yer boat...)
Fare thee well, safe journeys, and I'll be in Scotland a'fore ye!
kitty--Ibea Female Pirate, Savvy?