Disclaimer: I don't own the sexy Captain Jack Sparrow, or anything Pirates of the Caribbean.
AN: WARNING: this is a rated R chapter. Also, some of you might not like the way Jack acts in this chapter. He's violent and forceful, but that's the way he needs to be for this fic to work, so please bear with me. If you don't like it, please skip the marked parts. Thank you.
Chapter 4: Terms and Conditions:
Eleanor's POV:
I dreamed of deep blue oceans and storms. My heart felt hollow and empty, torn apart by the sudden and terrible separation from my family. When I awoke, I was in a cabin much different from the one I usually slept in, different from the one I sat in so happily with my family only a day before. Everything in this room was a tad shabby, but still of good quality. The bed I was currently lying on was (from the door's point of view) on the left side of the cabin, the bed curtains a deep wine-red velvet, as were the bed sheets that came up to and over my breast. The bed frame was made of dark brown wood, as were the tables, chairs, and other furniture pieces, all of them also of the finest make money could buy.
'Or the best a pirate could steal,' I bitterly thought to myself, rolling over onto my side.
I could feel a terrible headache coming on, stemming from a particular spot at the right side of my head. I raised my hand and felt a fairly good-sized lump, telling me that I had not fainted, but had instead been knocked out before being dragged down to what could only be the captain's cabin. I couldn't help but wince. This had to be some sort of nightmare; it must all be a terrible dream of some sort, one that I could wake up from and find myself back in my cabin on the Sea Maiden. Edward would come through the door and start poking me to get me out of bed, and Father…
I instantly sprang into a sitting-up position. "Father!" I gasped, paying no attention to my aching head or the fact that someone might overhear me and come in.
Was my father all right? Had the pirates shot him while their captain dragged me away from my family and onto this ship? I had heard no gunfire, but it was possible that someone might have…stabbed him…while I wasn't looking. But I hadn't seen any sort of despair on my mother or Edward's faces when they came up after me, so he must be all right. Besides, if I were being held for ransom, they certainly wouldn't kill the one person who could get their money for them, would they?
Sighing, I rolled over onto my left side to avoid agitating the lump on the other side of my head. Those filthy pirates had probably knocked me out to keep me from swimming back to my family, damn them. My mother would be horrified at me swearing mentally to myself, but I had every right to do so at this point. I'd been taken away from the people I loved most, all because some greedy, selfish pirate wanted more money to squander on women and drinks! Oh, I hope the Navy catches up with them! I heard the Commodore here is very good, so hopefully it won't be long before someone finds me and takes me home.
The sound of the door opening snapped me out of my thoughts. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep as footsteps quietly approached the bed. A gentle hand caressed my hair and slid down the side of my face to the lump that had formed at my temple. I heard someone mutter a few curses before walking away and rummaging around a drawer somewhere. The footsteps quickly and quietly returned and the sound of a bottle being uncorked nearly made my eyes open in surprise. The slight glug of liquid being poured followed, and I felt a pleasantly cool, wet cloth press against my wound. I sighed, thankful that the pain was now disappearing rapidly and that I could now concentrate on something else…such as the identity of the mysterious person presently tending to my wound.
Rolling over, I let my eyes open the slightest bit, just enough to look asleep, but open enough to see who was tending to me. To my extreme surprise, it was an elderly man with gray hair and a very frustrated look on his face. I slowly opened my eyes to look as though I had just woken, and was stunned when the man gave me the most cheerful and friendly smile I'd ever seen.
"Morning, miss," he said, taking the cloth away from my wound and corking the bottle. "How are you feeling today?"
My mouth gaped open in surprise. This man cared about how I was feeling? Was he an actual pirate, or another prisoner like myself, one who was trapped her because a ransom couldn't be paid off? I looked at his clothes and noticed the pistol and scabbard hanging from his belt, as well as a small flask. Yes, this man was definitely a pirate, no doubt about it. If he had been a prisoner before, he was surely a pirate, now, although he certainly was a polite and respectful one…
When I didn't answer, the man simply followed my gaze and chuckled. "No worries, lass," he said, winking at me in a fatherly manner. "I'm Mr. Gibbs, or just Gibbs; it's what everyone calls me. And no harm will come to ye though me. That I can promise ye."
"And what about your crewmates?" I whispered, trying not to cry.
Mr. Gibbs looked at me long and hard. "No one will dare harm ye on this ship, miss," he said firmly. "Ye happen to be under the protection of Captain Sparrow, so there's not one man on this ship that'll do ye harm."
"Captain Sparrow?" I asked, trying not to faint. "As in, Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl?"
"Aye, that would be him."
Back home, Edward and I had heard many stories about this particular buccaneer. When Father had told us we were moving to the Caribbean, the thought of going from England and into the territory of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow had both scared and excited us. Some said he was a good man and an even better pirate; others had told of a hard-hearted man who was only out for gold and treasures to satisfy his greed. I didn't know which ones to believe, so I tried not to judge a man I'd never met…until now, that is.
"But he's the one that brought me here!" I cried, sitting up on the bed. "Why would he insist on keeping me safe when-" I stopped and thought. "Of course, the ransom," I muttered to myself, looking down at my lap.
"What ransom?" asked a puzzled Mr. Gibbs.
"The one the Captain obviously wants in exchange for me, of course!" I snapped, stating the obvious. "Why else would I be here?"
"I don't rightly know, missy," the elderly man admitted. "Though the captain went through an awful lot to get ye. You might want to ask him about it when he comes to check on you this evening."
"Why isn't he coming to check on me now?" I couldn't help but ask.
"He's busy at the helm, taking us to port so we can spend out earnings." Mr. Gibbs smiled at that. "You can rest more, if ye like. I'll bring ye something to eat later, and then we can have another chat."
For some reason, the idea of having a chat with this man didn't repulse or terrify me; I was actually looking forward to talking to this man and listening to the things he had to say. He seemed like such a nice man…perhaps he had some influence on the captain and could get me out of this terrible situation quickly and painlessly? I certainly hoped so, but in order for that idea to work, I had to make a friend or two whenever I could. Something told me that Mr. Gibbs was an important person on this ship, and having him on my side could work out very well for me indeed.
I smiled at him. "I look forward to see you again soon, Mr. Gibbs," I said, entirely truthful on the matter.
He grinned at me and stood up, leaving the bottle and the rag at the side of the bed. "You might need these again later," Mr. Gibbs said as he walked towards the door. "Don't know what Samuel was thinking when he hit ye, but Captain Sparrow's had a few words with the lad, so don't you worry about being hurt anymore while yer here."
I nodded and he gave me a quick bow before leaving. I was surprised that a pirate could show such kindness and consideration for a female prisoner, not to mention knowing some manners as well! I wonder how many more surprises were in store for me while I was kept aboard this ship. I felt sleep tickle my mind and knew it was time for more rest. I slowly shut my eyes and rifted off into blackness.
Fifteen Minutes Later: Jack's POV:
Jack had seen Gibbs exit the main cabin and had pressed for news about their new guest. He had known that the bump Sam had given the girl would be evident, and had sent Gibbs down to deal with it. While his first mate was doing that, Jack had taken the lad aside and given him a sound lecture on how to handle prisoners…especially prisoners that the Captain happened to be interested in. Sam was presently cleaning out the privy as punishment, and would have scrubbing duty for the next week for what he'd done. Suddenly, he felt anxious to check on the young lady he'd taken the night before. Handing over the helm to Gibbs, Jack swayed down the steps from the helm and entered his quarters. Looking down at the bed, Jack felt his groin tighten at the sight that lay before him.
She was asleep, and was therefore open to any sort of inspection he might wish to perform on her. Jack risked a glance towards her face and saw how pale her skin was, likely from the lack of sun in England. Her brown hair was thick and had a slight wave to it, curling in gently at the ends, and set off her pale skin nicely. Jack knew her eyes were blue from the previous night's encounter, and he wanted to see them again, staring at him, though not with fear…no, any sort of emotion in those eyes would be most welcome to him.
Reaching forward, Jack twisted a lock of her dark brown hair around his finger, letting unwind before repeating the process. It was soft, smooth, and very well taken care of. He wondered if she brushed her hair a hundred times a night, like he heard most noble women did. It wouldn't surprise him, really…nothing surprised Captain Jack Sparrow anymore. Well, nothing except his sudden urge to abduct a poor defenseless woman from her ship and her family.
'Now there's something unexplainable,' Jack thought to himself, moving to remove his coat, hat, weapons and belt so he could quietly think within the haven of his room.
Sitting down in a chair next to the bed, Jack watched the woman sleep. He didn't know why he had taken her, he could have had her right there on her ship and been done with it. But, for some reason, it hadn't felt right, not with her parents and family there. No, he'd felt compelled to take her, to have her arms wrapped around him as he swung her aboard the Pearl and sailed away into the night. It was like one of those horrible poetry books he'd read a long time ago, but for some reason, it had felt good to tear her away from everything she loved. And the way she had pleaded for her father's life! She'd fallen to her knees in front of him!
Jack felt his groin tighten even more, and tried to push himself away from such thoughts. It did him no good; all he could think about was this woman on his bed with him lying over her, ravishing her in every way possible before the sun came up. Ah, now that would be a night to remember! He saw her shift position a little, and suddenly the room felt too warm for him. Tugging off his shirt and kicking off his boots, Jack watched as she turned her head towards him, sighing in her sleep. He bit back a groan as he quietly approached the bed.
Eleanor's POV:
I slowly opened my eyes and saw a nearly naked Captain Sparrow standing over me, his deep brown eyes burning as he looked into mine. I inhaled and tried to get away, but his hand grabbed my wrists and forced me to lie back on the bed, holding my hands above my head as his body covered mine completely, preventing any escape. I could feel the muscles of his body though my nightgown, and I knew that, if he wanted to, he could kill me with his bare hands and I would be powerless to stop him.
"Please don't kill me," I whispered before I could stop myself.
He chuckled. "I'm not gonna hurt you, luv," he quietly replied.
His voice was so soft and rich it resembled a purr, one made out of velvet and silk and fire. I felt a warm hand slide away from my wrists and down towards my waist where he stopped to caress my side. I inhaled sharply, unaccustomed to being touched this way. A smirk quirked the corners of the captain's mouth as his hand continued its journey downwards, stopping when it reached my calf. I felt him tug on my clothes, and could feel a small breeze as he pulled my nightgown up my body, stopping when the cloth was bunched around my waist. His hand proceeded to slide underneath, and I felt rough skin glide over my own.
"You have beautiful skin," he whispered to me, his lips so close to mine I could feel his warm breath.
I dared not move for fear of either accidentally provoking him or encouraging him in his acts. I held my breath as his lips descended onto mine, hot and aggressive in his kiss. I struggled then, wanting to get free of his advances, but his strong hands and body refused to give way. Moving my lips away from his was impossible, as his kiss was forceful and overpowering. I considered kicking my legs when I felt his body settle between them, rubbing against a sensitive spot that made me gasp.
"Like that, do you?" Captain Sparrow murmured into my ear before kissing down to my neck.
"Please don't," I quietly pleaded. I didn't want to be taken this way, in this manner, by this man. I was a properly raised woman, after all, but what he was doing to me was driving me mad.
The captain pulled back enough to look me in the eye. "How much to you love your family?" he asked, surprising me. He shushed me before I could answer. "You either give yourself to me willingly whenever I deem fit, or I hunt them down and show you how brutal I can truly be." Brown eyes met with my blue ones. "What do you say?"
I closed my eyes and bit my lip. My family or my innocence…at least Edward would still provide for me when I told my parents I was no longer eligible for a respectable marriage. I looked the pirate in the eye. "As you wish, Captain," I whispered.
"Jack," he said in reply. "My name is Jack, for future reference." He suddenly had a puzzled look in his eyes. "What's your name, by the way?"
"Eleanor," I answered, noticing that his hands were now moving down my body once more.
"Eleanor." It sounded so sensual when he said my name…and for some reason, I liked it. "I'll remember that."
The next thing I knew, I was crushed between the bed and Jack's body.
Rated R Section: Author's POV:
Unable to bear it any longer, Jack reached down and tugged the nightgown up over her waist, breathing heavily from the amount of restraint he was barely clinging to. She'd been tempting him since the moment he'd set eyes on her, and he was going to claim what was rightfully his! It had been far too long since he'd bedded a woman, but this one was going to make up for it, he was sure.
His hands pulled the garment up and over her chest, baring her breasts to his eyes. In all his life, Jack had never seen a more perfect sight. Running a hand over her chest, he savored her silky pale skin against his rough tan hands. Pressing his lips to hers, Jack began to massage the soft flesh, drawing a moan from Eleanor's mouth.
'Eleanor,' he thought with a groan as he moved his lips down to the valley between her breasts.
Her skin tasted as soft and smooth as it felt; Jack couldn't get enough of it. He licked and sucked every inch of skin his mouth could reach, savoring the taste of her as much as he relished the moans coming from her lips. He smirked; noblewoman she may be, but she was still subject to the desires of the body. Moving upwards, Jack quickly jerked her nightgown over her head and tossed it to the floor, a gasp of surprise emanating from her mouth at the sudden movement. Grinning, Jack sat up on his knees, his hands going for his pants.
Until now, Eleanor had been unable to comprehend what was happening. Her mind was telling her to stop him, but her body screamed for more. Was this what happened between married couples? If so, then why did it feel so wrong, but yet it felt so desperately right. She gasped when her clothing had been removed, but when she saw Jack begin to remove his pants, she turned to reach for a blanket, trying to hide herself from him and his arousal. Rough hands caught hers and forced her back to her previous position: pressed between the bed and a now very naked Jack Sparrow.
Her mouth opened to beg him to stop, but the sounds were swallowed when Jack crushed his lips to hers once more, his tongue plunging inside to fully taste what she had to offer. As his hands busied themselves with feeling every inch of her body, Jack ground his arousal against her thigh, showing her what she was doing to him. He heard her cry out into his mouth and echoed it when he began to thrust into her. As he pushed, Jack could feel the barrier that kept her innocence intact bar his way.
Harder then he meant to in his eagerness to claim her, Jack drove through her maidenhead with all his strength, feeling it tear and give way before his hardened erection. He could hear her strangled cry but ignored it, focusing instead on the pure pleasure that Eleanor was, unwillingly, giving him. As he frantically thrust himself into her, he knew that it didn't matter whether she was willing or not, as long as he had her on his ship and in his bed. She was his, his alone, and any other man who touched her would be dead before he could blink.
As his thrusts quickened, Jack realized that Eleanor was dangerously close to coming around him. She might not be willing in mind, but her body was begging for release. The way her body and hands gripped his and her hurried breaths only proved her need for him to hurry and come with her. Encouraged by this, Jack gripped her hips and slammed their hips together, savoring the sound of their flesh meeting and the cry that came from Eleanor's lips at the sudden change of position.
The end came too soon for him, but not soon enough for her. Jack felt hot liquid burn through him as he came, hard, inside her, emptying himself in one final thrust. Meanwhile, Eleanor could feel her body clench, sending her flying into a place she thought was only meant for God and his Angels. Everything turned to white and colors before blackness overcame her.
End R SectionJack's POV:
He had never had a woman faint after sex before; and yet, it was thrilling to know that he had caused such a reaction in a woman. Smirking, Jack rolled off of Eleanor's body and onto the bed, pulling her with him. He knew what he'd done wasn't right, but it didn't matter. She was here with him, and she was going to stay here if she wanted to keep her family safe. Jack had been bluffing when he'd said that he'd go after them; after all, he didn't know where the bloody hell their ship was going! But if it meant keeping her with him, then it didn't matter that he'd lied to her; he was a pirate, and that's what he did to get what he wanted and to survive. And for some reason, this woman was what he wanted and what he needed to survive.
Yawning, Jack wrapped himself around Eleanor and drifted off to sleep.
Ellie's POV:
Once she was sure he was asleep, Eleanor looked up into the face of the man who had claimed her innocence. It was a handsome face, and he certainly was dashing (in a dirty sort of way), but she wasn't sure she wanted to wake up to this every morning. Although, if he were her husband, she would be happy to look at him all day and all night…but he wasn't. Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl, was a pirate, and pirates did not love or marry. Eleanor had never heard of a pirate doing anything but raid, pillage, lie, cheat, and steal in order to get through life, so love was most definitely out of the question.
'Don't forget wenching,' she thought bitterly. 'To him, you're just another conquest.'
Tears fell down her face. She'd given herself to a pirate in order to save her family from torment and death, and they would never know what had happened to her or what she'd done to save them. Sniffling, Eleanor closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming about how life could have been if not for this man lying beside her.
AN: I'm really sorry about 'aggressive Jack' in this chapter, but that's how I want him to be. Please forgive me, and I hope you'll all stick with me through this story! Oh, and for more info on this fic and any others, please go to my bio, as I have been updating it more frequently lately.