No sign of Will. The wide grin automatically wipes itself off his face.
Jack swears to himself, his dark unkempt tousles flying loosely by his gaunt features.
"Damn," he mutters, a bead of sweat rolling from his forehead and falling into the sea below. "Bloody damn damn damn. Where's the boy now, eh?"
Cursing heavily, he starts down the deck, his mind set on finding Will and lecturing him a bit. The lad deserved it, didn't he? Fancy not turning up at his call. Captn' Jack Sparrow's summon wasn't going to be ignored anytime soon, now. Oh, no.
He starts up the beach, then stops short at the sight of her.
A pale, olive dress with lace. Dark, flowing tresses, spilling to her large bosom.
Warm, welcoming hazel eyes.
Scarlett.
He wraps his arms tightly around her, his lips working into a rugged grin.
"Bloody lord," He gasps.
A breeze floats by-they lock lips, and an indescribable pleasure charges through him. He feels a familiarly strange sensation crawl up his neck, and draws her closer to him.
Pressing his body against hers, he watches as she inhales, exhales, her chest swaying with every breath.
Every breath is warm; every breath caresses him gently; every breath strokes him expressively.
Oh, those wonderful womanly contours. That heavenly female texture. God, they delight him. He slips his hand into hers, and shifts inwards slightly so that his mouth is positioned right beside her ear. "I've waited all my life, just for this one chance," He murmurs, just loud enough for her to hear. Then he moves elsewhere, his flawlessly perfect lips trailing over her fair skin like a dying whisper. His eyes are fixed on hers, and she throws her head backward, hungrily, exposing her full neck.
He nibbles the upper corner of her immaculate, luscious lips, feels an involuntary shiver run through her, and immediately knows she wants more. Oh, she is one bloody greedy person. Just like him.
Their gazes meet midway, and the corners of his lips tug into a wide, roguish grin, almost a smirk. He fingers her neck fondly, then bends and kisses it. So soft, so supple, so moist. Her eyes shut automatically in utter pleasure, then she pulls back, her eyes affectionate and tender. "Damn, Jack. Stop," She whispers.
He grins, and that's all she needs.
"Damn damn, luv," He whispers back, then moves in again.