Disclaimer: Disney owns POTC, OCs are mine.
A Sparrow's Shadow on the Sea
The Wedding Night
After we'd signed the marriage document and our names were entered into the church registry, we exited the church. Having fulfilled their duties as witnesses, Cotton and Gibbs left us alone to go seek entertainment in town. As Jack and I stood outside, I couldn't help feeling…odd. Here we were, officially married, and there was no fanfare, no miraculous feeling of transformation, nothing unusual.
"Well, glad that's done," Jack remarked, with a sense of relief.
"Do you feel strange, Jack?" I asked hesitantly.
"No more so than usual," he answered, "Why do you ask?"
"Well, there's all this hype and hoopla about getting married, and I just don't feel any different," I mentioned, "Do you?"
"No, I feel pretty much the same as I ever have," he replied, nonchalantly.
"Exactly. The whole thing was…" I stopped, searching for the right word.
"Anti-climactic?" Jack suggested helpfully.
"Yes," I admitted, "That's what it was." I looked at him curiously.
"Well, Eve, darlin'," he said as he slid his arms around me and pulled me close, "There's always the wedding night. I can guarantee that won't be anti-climactic!" He smirked fiendishly.
I smiled conspiratorially at him. "Just how far away from the main cabin is this makeshift guest cabin?" I asked.
"Sadly, it's not on another ship, luv," Jack answered, "But it is as far away from us as possible. I want us to still be able to have our privacy, in spite of that meddlesome woman's presence." He looked at me as if trying to read my thoughts, then a smirk spread across his lips. "Tell me, Eve, does that meet with the approval of my insatiably wanton wife?"
"Why, yes, it does, M'lord," I teased, "It pleases your wife immeasurably!"
"M'lord, eh?" he repeated, "I think I may like that even better than being called Captain."
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Jack and I spent the rest of the afternoon blissfully wandering along the streets of Tortuga, browsing through shops and just enjoying each other's company. We chatted about things we saw and about our lives before we met.
As we walked along, I noticed Jack watching me peculiarly. Neither one of us had spoken for while.
"You actually like it here, don't you, luv?" he asked me in surprise.
I smiled. "It is a lively place," I said, "And we've been here enough times that it feels…comfortable and familiar. I guess I do like it here, Jack."
"Amazing," he replied in wonderment, "I've never known another person, who wasn't a hardened pirate, to ever have liked Tortuga!"
"Perhaps I'm becoming a hardened pirate, Jack," I suggested, "Or perhaps, your hometown is simply possessed of a certain charm."
"Ah…not unlike me," he said smoothly, "'Course we're both a bit rough around the edges."
I smiled. "I like your rough edges," I confessed, "If you cut your hair and shaved your beard, and started prancing around in one of those hideous wigs that some men seem to favour, I'd be forced to divorce you!"
"Rest assured, darlin', you'll never have the opportunity," he told me, "Your husband's a pirate through and through, luv." He gestured to the plank leading up to the Pearl's deck, "Shall we?"
I was shocked to discover we were back at the Pearl. I hadn't been paying attention at all! Too wrapped up in my new husband; my official, legal husband.
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"Perfect! Just as I'd ordered! M'lady…" Jack had flung open the doors to the cabin and smiled at me as he gestured sweepingly with his arm, "Our wedding night awaits!"
I stepped forward to enter the cabin, only to have Jack stop me.
"Sorry, luv, I can see how eager you are to celebrate our nuptials," he said smirking, "But, I believe this is customary." He swept me off my feet and carried me into the cabin, gently setting me down in the center of the room. He held me close, gazing at me with a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Are you hungry, Mrs. Sparrow?"
"Very, Captain Sparrow," I replied, "And you're looking extremely tempting."
He grinned, the candlelight making his gold teeth shine. "Dinner first, my love, then dessert," he suggested, leading me to a chair by the table. "I seem to recall you mentioning an appreciation of Chinese cooking," he commented, pushing my chair in as I sat.
I stared at the array of dishes on the table. "How did you..?" I began to ask him.
He smiled smugly. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, luv," he replied in his typical, egotistical way. "I was telling the truth, long ago, when I said I could make your dreams come true."
"I never doubted that, not even for an instant, Jack," I said, unable to stop smiling. I wondered which members of the crew had been pressed into service to accomplish all this. The table had been set with a white linen tablecloth. Candles danced merrily in silver candlesticks, as the breeze blew in through the open windows. There was even an arrangement of tropical flowers on the table. Who would've ever thought pirates to be capable of such an elegant display?
"A little wine, luv?" Jack asked, picking up my glass.
"Please, but only a little," I replied, "Not good for the baby."
Jack poured me half a glass, then went to sit down. He was chuckling to himself.
I arched my eyebrow as I looked at him questioningly.
"I was just picturing the expressions the Whelp and his murderous wife would have, if they could see us now," Jack remarked, "Bet they'd be speechless!"
"You shared quite a few adventures with them," I commented.
"I saved their sorry arses quite a few times, you mean," he corrected, "Best to steer clear of those two. All they do is cause me trouble!"
"Do you think I'll ever have the opportunity to meet them?" I asked Jack. In spite of my animosity toward Elizabeth, I couldn't help feeling curiously intrigued by this couple Jack had spent so much time with.
"They tend to skitter in and out of my life," he answered, with a dismissive flourish of his hand, "I feel certain they'll turn up again, when they need my help to get out of some crisis or conundrum." He looked at me suspiciously. "Why do ask, Eve?"
"Well, you used to be friends with them," I mentioned.
"Hmm…used, interesting choice of word, that," Jack responded. "Aye, luv, I used to be friends with them, until they took it upon themselves to use me for their own, selfish impulses. Much better off without them!"
We finished dinner without more discussion of Jack's friends. And, I had to admit, it was probably the best Chinese food I had ever had!
"Eve, you're too far away," Jack said from across the table, "Come sit with me."
I smiled and went over to him, sitting on his lap. He wrapped one arm around me, resting his other hand on my belly.
"What say you to this, my wife?" he asked, as I became lost gazing into his eyes, "Tomorrow, we go fetch Ruby, and then prepare to head back to sea. Savvy?"
"I can't wait to get back to sea, Jack," I told him, "I'm tired of port."
He grinned handsomely. "A girl after me own heart!" he said happily, his voice having a gruff edge to it.
I traced my finger distractedly along his skin, at the neckline of his shirt.
"Although, I'm thinking it may not be my heart you're interested in right now, luv," he said with a smirk.
I couldn't believe the power this man wielded with that crooked little smile! Every time I saw it, all I could think was how much I wanted him!
I reached my hand up to caress his cheek. "I want your lips, Jack," I told him, delicately brushing my fingertips over his lips, before kissing him, softly and teasingly.
Jack's passion ignited instantly. His arm tightened to pull me closer, and the kiss quickly became a yearning quest for more.
"What else do you want, darlin'?" he drawled roughly.
"I want your hands," I said, as I reached for one. Lifting it to my lips, I kissed his palm, then each of his fingertips. He watched me intensely, his eyes black as a moonless night. I once again kissed the finger tip of his middle finger. Letting his finger slip into my mouth, I caressed the pad of his finger with my tongue. And I could hear his breathing quicken.
"That all you want, luv?" he inquired in a raspy whisper.
"No, Jack," I said, my voice breathy and seductive, "I want so much more than that."
"Well, far be it for me to deny my wife anything she wants," he replied, lifting me off his lap, and carrying me to the bed.
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A/N: Sadly, the only honeymoon they get is this one night. Ruby joins them in the following chapter! My thanks and appreciation to all who read and reviewed! You're the BEST! Have a great weekend!