((Yay! Another chapter from Aya and Ari. I being Ari. :p... . Alrighty, Takes a deep breathe. We both wrote this story Cough. Rp Cough. together and therefore own the rights to our own, original characters. We do NOT however own the rights to any of the Pirates of the Caribbean characters, despite how much we'd like to. .))
"Shhh," Will whispered, moving a finger to his lips as he heard the crew rush down the street. "Jack must have seen me take you. He doesn't know I am alive." He put his arms around her and squeezed gently. "Don't pass out this time, alright?"
"Bloody Hell," Christian repeated again, holding her bloody arm close to her. "That wasn't the boy that was with Marianna." Another pang of pain came from her knee making her whimper quietly.
"Hey..." Marianna spoke in a hushed tone this time. "I couldn't help it!" She whispered. "It's not like I chose to just pass out. I'll try not to, though. I'm just so glad that you're alive, Will."
"I noticed." Jack laughed lightly, kneeling in front of Christian. Without saying another word to her he took her arm softly and examined it a bit. "Take off your shirt." He stated. "I can't see your arm."
"Excuse me-" Christian started a light tint of crimson appearing on her cheeks. "Alright." With her other arm, she began to take her filthy long sleeve shirt off. Chris had a bit of trouble getting it off her hurt arm though, but soon she was only in her undergarments, pants and boots.
Smiling, Will pulled back," That bastard, Jack. Probably thought of me as dead-weight."
Jack couldn't help, looking a short moment before he turned his attention to her arm. He tilted his head, taking it in his hand. "Hmm...Does this hurt?" He asked, poking it.
"Ow, yes!" Christian replied, as pain surged through her arm.
"Let me see your leg." Jack then stated, moving back a bit. He still wasn't quite sure what to do.
There was a long moment of silence before Christian attempted to move her leg. ". . . I can't move it."
"Well... um..." Jack grinned to himself devilishly, moving closer and sitting between her legs. "Let me take your pants off?" He asked, trying to act innocently.
"Er. . ." Christian was forced to look away as her cheeks darkened in red," Go ahead."
Jack tried not to smirk or smile in the least bit, attempting to look serious as he undid the pirate girl's pants and pried them down along her legs.
Christian couldn't help but feel odd. She was clad in only her undershirt, bra and boots now. And to top it off, Jack, the one guy she liked was between her legs. "Ehm, Jack. Do y- I mean does my knee look alright?" Chris was sure it wasn't, it felt wet, hot and tingly.
Jack smiled slightly, looking at her knee. It wasn't looking at her knee that made him smile though. "Looks pretty gruesome, love." He stated and stood. He went over to a small dresser and night stand, pawing through them until he found a long piece of fabric. Swaggering back over to her he sat back where he had, he slid one of his arms under her leg. The other above as he began to cover up the wounded part of her leg and tied it off in a splint like fashion. He sat up higher, moving slightly closer as he did the same to her arm.
The woman's heart began beating a bit faster as Jack got closer. Her leg had already begun to feel a bit better. "Thank you, Jack." Christian whispered quietly, still looking away from the wounds.
"Sure, love." Jack stated, finishing up and tying off her arm. He didn't move right away, though. He lingered a bit, toyed with her slightly, before sitting back. "How do you feel now?" He asked, lying back on the floor, his hands beneath the back of his head.
"Better than before." Christian replied, looking back at Jack. She bit her lip, and looked at her knees.
Jack sat up, tilting his head slightly. "What?" He asked, scooting forward a bit and placing his hand on her un-hurt knee.
"Ehm "her blush darkened, "I dunno. . ." Christian looked at Jack, her eyes meeting his.
"Really? Are you sure... there's nothing I can do to help?" Jack asked.
Christian said nothing and looked back at her knees.
Jack sat silently, clicking his tongue slightly and averting his gaze to the wall a bit.
"We... could..." Christian started, still looking at her knees.
"We could, what?" Jack asked, turning his attention back to Christian.
"Ehm, can I . . . have my clothes back?" Christian asked, trying to divert Jacks attention to her clothes and not to what she was going to ask.
"Your ... clothes?" Jack frowned slightly. "That's what you want?"
"If I was telling the truth, that would be right." Christian muttered, still blushing.
Jack smiled. "Then why don't you tell ol' Jack what you really want?" He whispered slightly.
"If I was telling the truth, that would be right." Christian muttered, still blushing.
Jack smiled. "Then why don't you tell ol' Jack what you really want?" He whispered slightly.
"Will you have my babies, Jack Sparrow?" Christian whispered, again looking at her knees.
Jack grinned, nearly laughing. "No, love, I will not have your babies." He stated. "But you can have mine." He added, lifting her head with his finger and pushing her back.
"Yes sir." Chris giggled, laying back.
Jack crawled up onto the bed above her, leaning in and kissing her.
Christian's hurt arm slid around Jack's neck as she kissed him back. Her good arm traveled to his belt and unbuckled it.
Jack made it a bit easier. He sat up and stripped away his shirt and pants, doing the same to what little Chris was now wearing before censored for writer's safety
the dawn rose a light pink coloring the sky. Christian woke, slowly opening her dark eyes. She heard voices outside the door, but didn't move.
"What the Captain and Christian been doin' all night?" A very tired Pintel asked a tired Ragetti.
Shrugging Ragetti took in a breath," Cap'n musta treated to Christian's wounds. Prolly had a good time doin' so, all we could hear was the moanin and-"
"That's enough," Pintel muttered, and crossed his arms. "We never did find Mrs. Marianna. We searched all over this bloody town to find nothin."
The lanky pirate chuckled," It was prolly better than watching this bloke. He's been fussing all the bloody night." He gestured to the boy who was now sleeping.
Blushing deeply, Christian snuggled back into the covers of the bed. Her arm and leg ached, but didn't bother her too much.
Jack woke with a loud yawn, stretching his arms far above his head as he began to stir. He sat up, rubbing his head nonchalantly. "I guess... they... didn't find 'er." He muttered, listening to all of the noise coming from the other side of the door. "What time is it?" He asked himself, looking out the window and squinting in the light.
Christian shrugged under the covers, "I don't know." Her good arm searched the ground near the bed for her shirt, which she recovered quickly.
Jack smirked lightly. "Here kiddo." He picked up the rest of her clothing, dumping it on her head before getting dressed himself.
"Thanks." Christian dressed quickly and got out of bed and limped to the door. She opened it and squinted into the light outside then down at the crew. "Aren't you supposed to be looking for Marianna?"
"We've searched everywhere!" Pintel whined, tilting his head back.
Jack came out, a hand on his hip. "She has to be here somewhere, aye?" He stated. "So keep looking."
Will had fallen asleep in the alleyway; he had been awake for a long time watching the group of pirates wander past his hiding spot.
Ragetti and Pintel sighed in unison, as they stood. "Aye, Captain."
Marianna to was asleep, she actually hadn't even been awake that long after Will had come and gotten her. Her head still hurt from the gash on it and she was a bit hazy, in the end she decided to sleep so that she wouldn't pass out again while they were on the run or something.
"Good, well get to it then!" Jack ordered the pirates still hanging about, excluding the few still keeping an eye on the boy. After they had left the room he turned, grinning back at Christian and wrapping an arm around the girl. "Well... what did you think?" He asked, leaning in a bit.
"It was pretty good," Christian smiled. "What did you think?"
"Pretty good?" Jack frowned slightly, a pouty sort of frown as he looked down to Christian. "Well... it was okay." He stated, trying to sound uninterested now.
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