Embroidery

It was the second morning after Jack's admission to possessing human feelings, and Jack was having the loveliest of dreams. He had not dreamt an arousing dream in ages, and, strangely enough, it made him feel more alive.

In the reverie, Jack and Richard were aboard the Black Pearl and embracing each other hotly. "Oh, Jack" Richard whispered, staring up at Jack through his messy auburn tresses, "I haven't been able to stop myself from thinking about you." "Aye, I haven't spent a moment awake without wondering what was happening to you," Jack replied roughly, his voice laden with arousal. Richard kissed his love soundly as Jack steered them towards his cabin.

Their clothes were quickly divested and in nary a moment they were stroking each other to completion. "God, Jack, don't stop," Richard moaned as his pert nipple was teased by Jack's sinful, crimson tongue. Jack grunted his agreement, smiling around the bit of flesh in his mouth. Richard gasped and took a shaky breath, grasping Jack's tight bum and shuddering.

Jack moaned, coming in hot spurts into his night shirt, and grudgingly rose to sit up in bed. "Huh," Jack mumbled to himself as he tried to remove his sticky bed clothes and shirt, "that was oddly romantic. I wonder why I dreamt of him like that, and shorter than me, too. He towered at least three inches over my head when we met, and a he's a year younger than I."

There came a knocking at his door and before Jack could reply, Red appeared in the doorway. "Captain, we've arrived at port." "We have?" Jack said with an extremely puzzled look on his face, "We can't be in Ireland yet." Red smiled broadly and replied, "Nay, sir. We're at Port Royal." "What for? We have to find Richard! Who's steering this- Anna Maria!" Jack exclaimed, jumping to his feet and rushing about the room, pulling on trousers as he continued to rave, "Why that filthy wench, I'll- Red! What's the weather like? No, wait, it's cold out. I can tell. Where the fuck is my- God, I sound like a lunatic!" Jack finally halted in his tirade, fully dressed, save for his left boot and weaponry, and holding an embroidered kerchief in one hand. "You're boot, Captain," Red said, grinning crookedly and holding out the sneaky bit of apparel. Jack grumbled incoherently, mocking a female tone at certain points, as he yanked on his boot. He marched out the room, grabbing his armaments from the desk as he went.

"Anna Maria!" Jack spat, wishing he still had that undead monkey to shoot at; it had been quite therapeutic. "Captain, don't squall at me yet! I was fetching the Turners," Anna Maria said, ushering Elizabeth and her pet onto the deck. "What do we need them for?" Jack asked with a completely baffled look wedged on his face. "Why, Jack," Elizabeth said, a satanic smirk spreading across her petite face, "I have something you want." "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in anything you… have," Jack said, which earned him a mocking laugh from Elizabeth. "I happen to know were your Irish lad is. We're friends; have been since we were young. He'd visit during the winter season, for his mother didn't like the northern cold," Elizabeth stated, extending her hand, which was clothed in an embroidered glove.

Jack stared at Elizabeth's glove, reaching for his own embroidered kerchief. Elizabeth walked over to Jack and looked at the embroidery. "My, he put a lot of work into that," she remarked, "This glove was my wedding present, and it hasn't got that kind of love in it." Jack nodded and held the kerchief to his mouth.