A/N: I know people are reading, but no reviews? awwww... Well, just as a note about this story and chapter, we had to up the rating to M because Jack is a naughty dirty boy about mid chapter, it's nothing graphic, but there is a bit that is... ahem... adult in nature, shall we say... like I said, we tried to keep it as non graphic as possible, but it is very clear what Jack does. lol. Other than that one bit where Jack is naughty, it's all pretty PG (maybe PG-13... lol.) Anyways... On with the story!
Tortuga + Rum equals Sexual Tension!
Jack heard the guy in the crow's nest call out for all to hear, "Land Ho!" Jack smiled, knowing it was Tortuga.
Kathryn jumped up from her desk, hitting her knee on the edge. She ran up to the deck, rubbing her knee and smiling. "Land?" She looked at Jack, "Tortuga?"
"Aye. Tortuga. Me home away from home. Ye ever been there love?"
Kathryn sighed and turned to Carter. "Well? You know the drill. Let's go! The sooner you start yelling the sooner we'll be there!" Carter turned and began calling out orders. "Been there...no."
"Ye call yerself a pirate an' ye've never been t' Tortuga? I don't believe it love."
"Well, y'see. I haven't been a pirate all that long. My father is a privateer for the King. And he wanted me to follow the family line, to be a lady and marry wealthy. But I hated London. So, here I am. Once Kathryn Montgomery, now Kathryn Hawk."
"Montgomery, ye say?"
"Aye, y'know the name?" She looked at him curiously.
"Aye, I've ah... I've heard the name."
Kathryn waited. "And..." she prompted.
"And... I've heard the name... other pirates talkin' bout, I'm guessin', yer father." Jack lied effortlessly.
Kathryn nodded, though not sure that he was being truthful. "So, where is the best place in Tortuga to buy supplies?" she changed the subject.
"What supplies are ye lookin' t' buy? A bit o' everything?"
Kathryn nodded. "Mostly water..."
"Grog ye mean." Jack corrected.
"Aye." Kathryn felt silly, but she was new to the pirate world.
"Fresh water on a ship'll only last a few days 'fore it goes bad. If ye add a bit o' rum t' the water it keeps it from growin' bacteria."
Kathryn raised her eyebrows. "Yea?"
"An' it'll make yer men happy, next best thing t' rum."
She laughed remembering Henry's request. "That's true enough."
"So how is it, no offense lass, ye became Captain o' this ship an' why is it the men seem t' have no problem about it?"
Kathryn had had a feeling that this would come up. "Well, my father is Lord Montgomery, and I guess that he is a terrifying captain. When anyone heard my name when I was lookin fer a crew they were afraid to say no! I don't really know... I suppose they're loyal t' me because I try to treat them well and feed them well. I don't know. That was part of the reason I changed my name. I was tired of walking in my father's path. I wanted men to join my ship because of me, not my father."
Jack walked up the stairs to the helm, pushing the helmsman out of the way, taking control of the ship as they neared the mouth of the harbor. "It's a bit tricky gettin' in here if'n ye never done it lad." Jack explained as the helmsman began to protest.
Kathryn went to the helmsman, "Let him. he knows what's going on. You wanna go ashore, aye?" he nodded. "Then shut up."
"There only be a smallish gap where the hull can fit through without the reef tearin' up the keel."
Kathryn gasped and stepped close to the helm. "The reef? Are you sure that you know what you're doin?"
"Aye. The reef runs along the mouth o' the harbor. Pirates didn't pick this island just for the scenery love. There be a section of reef that's lower than the rest, low n' wide enough t' let even the most massive o' ships pass through, ye've just gotta know where it is." Jack expertly maneuvered the ship to the middle of the harbor's mouth, guiding the massive ship through the reef. Jack noticed some of the crew looking out to the water watching the reef pass by the ship as Jack maneuvered into the harbor. "Not e'en a scratch Captain."
Kathryn held on lovingly to the rail willing nothing wrong to happen. As Jack pulled the Venture into the harbor she sighed. She leaned against the railing and took a deep breath. "Thank you, Captain. I'd have never made it through there."
"It's lucky ye happened t' find me, then."
"Lucky," she said quietly. "Aye," she told him. "Sure is. So, Captain, where can we restock?"
"I'll take ye t'all the best places fer the best prices, like I said, it's lucky ye found me. If not, they'd all be chargin' ye thrice what the goods are worth. Plus ye got me fer protection. Wouldn't want some blackhearted scoundrel mistakin' ye fer a whore."
Kathryn smiled at Jack and turned to the crew. "Right. Well, here we are, gentlemen. I want you to go and have a good time here for the night and we'll leave tomorrow afternoon after everything's been stocked. But, fer now," she pulled a larger, heavy purse from her pocket, "Here's your pay. Have a nice time!" Kathryn turned to Jack, surprised. "Do I look like a whore to you, Mr. Sparrow?" She handed the purse to Carter and he began to pay the men their wages.
"Nay, I don't think ye do, but that don't mean some drunken pirate lookin' fer his next conquest wouldn't mistake ye fer one. And it's Captain Sparrow. Trust me there's even worse than bein' mistook fer a whore love."
Kathryn felt confused but thought it better not to ask. She shook her head. "I'm sorry Captain. Well, are you gonna show me around or just stand there?"
Jack smirked as he linked arms with her leading the way into town. As they walked through town, there were drunks, whores and fights everywhere. "More importantly, it is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy? what d'ya think?"
Kathryn looked around, slightly horror-struck. "This is Tortuga?" she asked dodging a flying bottle.
"Aye, I'll tell ya love, if every town in the world were like this one, No man would ever feel unwanted." Jack smirked
Kathryn followed like a small pup behind Jack, afraid to be lost. "What do you mean, Captain?"
Jack wrapped his arm around her shoulders as several pirates stared at her, lust and drunkenness evident in their eyes, "Ye really are naive t' the world aren't love?" Jack asked, a playful smirk gracing his lips.
Kathryn tried to shake his arm off of her. "Excuse me?" Then she saw the other men and decided to play along. She put her arm about his waist and stood very close to him. Quietly she said, "Naive, perhaps..."
"Aye..." Jack started but was interrupted by a man standing on a platform with several women, rope tied around their waist, and each woman tied to each other to form a line. He was taking bids from men standing around the platform. A large sign read 'Buy a Bride.'
"You remember me sayin' there's things worse than being mistaken as a whore..." Jack trailed off looking towards the auctioneer.
Kathryn was horrified. "Who do they think they are?" she demanded quietly. "How dare they! This would never happen in London!"
"But we're not in London, are we?"
Kathryn sighed. "No. I suppose not." She put her arm back around Jack's waist and followed him.
"Most of 'em are whores anyways. Although I dare say being sold as a bride is much worse than a woman sellin' her body fer a profit."
Kathryn was still feeling upset and so followed silently, lost in thought.
"But enough of that... " Jack said as he entered a tavern, which was more rowdy and chaotic than what was outside, "Stick close t' me love."
Kathryn held tighter to Jack's waist as they dodged between couples and duels. She closed her eyes as a gun was fired. "Captain, what the-" But just then a bottle was thrown and hit Kathryn square in the nose.
Jack glared at the man who threw the bottle. "Wut'd ye do that fer eh?" Jack asked the man, clearly not happy.
Not giving him a chance to answer, Jack punched him in the face with a bejeweled fist, colliding with the man's nose, knocking him to the ground. Jack turned back to Kathryn.
"Are ye alright love?"
Kathryn stumbled to Jack's side, holding her nose. "Aye, I'm fine," she said defiantly.
She tried to ignore the warmth of her blood on her fingers and the taste of it as it slid into her mouth. She blinked trying to rid herself of the dizzy feeling. Jack looked at her face, moving her hands, he noticed a small shard of glass stuck in the bridge of her nose.
"Come 'ere love." Jack said guiding her over to the bar, lifting her up onto the barstool.
Carefully grasping the shard of glass between two long thin fingers, he quickly pulled it out of her nose. Kathryn gasped as Jack pulled the glass out. She quickly pulled a handkerchief out of her pocket and covered her nose, the flavor making her nauseous. Jack looked at the rest of her to make sure that was the only piece of glass that stuck her. Satisfied he turned to the barman. "I need t' place an order fer this lady's ship."
She turned to Jack and the barman, trying to regain her senses, trying to remember which way was up. She rapped on the bar and asked for a rum. She needed something to help her ignore the pain. Jack placed the order for 6 months worth of grog to be delivered to the Venture the next day. Jack heard her order up a mug of rum for herself and Jack ordered one as well.
"Make it yer best in stock mate." Jack added.
The barman poured them each a mug of his best rum. Jack picked up the mug and knocked back half the contents in what seemed like one big gulp.
"Ye ever had rum before love?
"Sure I have," she lied. Kathryn picked up the rum and took a swig. She quickly choked and coughed. She put the rum back down, a safe distance from her. She watched in amazement as Jack downed most of his.
Jack laughed, "If ye've never had it before, ye've gotta sip it. I've been drinking rum since I was... I think maybe 13."
Kathryn seethed. She picked up the glass again and took a small drink glaring at Jack. This time she didn't choke, but it still burned her throat. "13," she squeaked.
"Aye. It was me dad's preferred choice o' alcohol. Always had it in the house, I was curious so one night when me dad was gone out sailing, I snuck into his study an' drank his rum. Found I had a taste fer it."
Kathryn shook her head. "Yer crazy," she choked out. She tried to take another drink. It really did seem to help with the pain. But she was still bleeding and that was making her ill. "How can you have a taste for this?"
"Because it's like heaven dancin' on me tongue an' a choir o' angels singin' down the back o' me throat. I don't even feel the burn anymore love."
Kathryn laughed and then stopped. The laugh turned to a groan of pain. She held her nose again and sighed. "I'm sure you think I'm the worst pirate that there ever was and ever will be," she said sadly. "I should just quit."
"Nay, just inexperienced. I was once like you. Before I was a pirate, I had an easy life. Then circumstances changed an' I adapted. I became a pirate. It was all sort of thrust upon me, I didn't choose it... well, I sort of did, but not t' the extent in which it was thrust upon me."
Kathryn found it hard to believe that he'd had a hard time adjusting. She looked at Jack and really took him all in. For once she stopped and actually took stock of the man she saved. He wore a tricorner hat and a red scarf to keep his wild hair out of his face. His hair was in braids and dreadlocks with beads and baubles tied in. He was quite tan from the long hours working on a ship out in the hot Caribbean sun. His dark eyes were lined with black adding to his mystery and intensified the way his eyes looked. He wore a shirt that Kathryn was sure used to be white and a bluish gray pair of breeches. Tied around his waist was a faded red and white striped cloth, over it, he wore two belts. He had his baldric on around him like a sash, his sword hanging down at his side, his gun tucked into his belts. Hanging off his belt looked to be a pelt of some sort and something else she was unsure what it was. He wore a jacket and boots quite similar in style to her own. The look in his eyes was gentle but fierce and strong. He was smiling sort of a crooked smile that made her blush.
"Now look at me, Pirate Lord o' the Caribbean. Who'd o' thought eh?"
Kathryn looked surprised. "Pirate Lord? Oh believe that you forgot to mention that, Captain."
"Did I? Huh... Thought I had..."
Kathryn gently shook her head. "No. You'd not said a word."
"Aye, I be one o' the nine Pirate Lords."
Kathryn nearly choked on the burning liquid. "One of nine?"
"Aye. Nine. One from each corner o' the world."
Kathryn felt even more embarrassed.
"I suppose Elizabeth Swann is still Singapore's Pirate Lord... I don't think she ever passed it along."
Kathryn was caught off guard by the mention of her friend. "I'd forgotten about that."
"The nine Pirate Lords make up the Brethren Court. One Lord for each of the corners of the world. The Caribbean, Mexico, India, China, Africa, France, and Singapore."
"But that's only 6 places."
"Aye, Caribbean has two, Mexico has one, India has two, China has one, Africa has one, France has one, and Singapore has one. One fer the Eastern Caribbean, one for the Western Caribbean an' I think one fer the… Indian Ocean an' another fer the Mediterranean."
"Oh. That makes sense."
"Aye, the Court has only been convened 4 times since it's existence. The first time, the Pirate's Code was established an' Calypso was imprisoned in human form, unable to rule the seas as she once did. This last time, we declared War and released her from said human bonds. A shame too… she was quite a beautiful woman in single form. Fun too." Jack Smirked.
Kathryn looked at Jack, curious. "Calypso's free?"
"Aye... it was... interesting... found out why she liked crabs so much..." Jack smirked, "She ah... she got really, really big, as tall a main mast, then... fer lack of a better word, exploded into millions of crabs that washed over the deck and into the sea."
Kathryn raised her eyebrow. "Crabs. Interesting." She took a sip of her rum and willed herself not to choke. She turned back to Jack, waiting for him to continue, her face looked pained from the strain.
"Ye alright there love?" Jack asked amused.
Kathryn frowned, trying to look defiant, and nodded. "I'm fine," she choked out.
Jack just chuckled knowing otherwise. "If'n ye say so lass."
Kathryn tried to ignore him, "So, is there anything in Tortuga not so...wild?"
"Aye... the morning." Jack said in all seriousness, but with a glint of laughter in his eyes. Jack then smirked.
Kathryn began to feel frustrated. "What is it that has you so amused Captain Sparrow?"
Jack opened and closed his mouth, unsure how to respond without getting slapped, "Well... ye see... you ah..." Jack started, then closed his mouth again, smirking, "Ye remind me of ah... meself... when I was yer age, just starting as a pirate."
Kathryn narrowed her eyes, looking amused and still slightly annoyed. "You, Captain Sparrow? I remind you... of you? How is that? And surely you're not that much older than I am."
"Just feelin' a bit o' Deja Vu... only yer in my position, an' I'm in me old first mate's position... so it's sort of one of those full circle sort of things. An' I assure ye lass, if I'm guessin' yer age right, I'm quite a bit older than ye. Ye can't be more'n... somewhere between 18 an' 20." Jack said taking in her appearance.
Kathryn smiled. "Well, thank you very much, Captain. I'm actually 26, 27 in two days," she said feeling flattered.
"Bloody Hell! Ye look good fer bein' 26! Certainly don't look yer age lass." Jack smirked, his gaze raking along the curves of her body, especially her chest. Kathryn blushed as Jack's eyes raked over her body.
"Thank you, Captain."
Jack's eyes snapped up from staring at her chest, up to her face. "Aye... An' how old do ye think I am?"
Kathryn looked over Jack's face. "I wouldn't say any more than, say, 30."
"Close... I'm..." Jack stopped suddenly, "How old am I?" Jack asked himself.
Kathryn looked at Jack confused. "Excuse me? What do you mean how old are you?"
"I lost track o' me age somewhere 'long the way..." Jack said furrowing his brows, "I was born August 12, 1680... What year is it now love?" Jack asked, his brows still furrowed in thought.
Kathryn looked at him confused. "It's 1715."
"So that means I'm..." Jack paused, doing the math in his head, his hands flitting around, "I'm 35 love… God, I'm gettin' old."
Kathryn looked at him surprised, "35? No. Well, you don't look it, Captain." As a matter of fact, Kathryn thought that he looked very good!
"I try an' stay ruggedly handsome." Jack smirked.
Kathryn tried not to smile. She had to agree with him. "You try?"
"Aye... do all I can t' try not to age. Savvy?"
She smiled. "Aye, I see." She looked him over again, blushing and trying to be inconspicuous.
"Like what ye see? I can show ye more love." Jack flirted, leaning in closer to her. Jack's gaze dropping down to her chest once again.
Kathryn looked at him, surprised. "Captain?"
"Huh?"
"Umm, I'm up here." she pointed to her face.
"What?" Jack slurred. Kathryn smiled. She put her arm about Jack's shoulders and smiled at him.
"Ye wanna go... get t'know each other better love?"
Kathryn looked up, surprised. She wasn't feeling like herself. She grinned lazily and laughed.
"They 'ave rooms upstairs love..." Jack said.
Kathryn blinked. She didn't know what he was talking about. Jack looked at her confused expression with confusion.
"Wut's wrong love?"
"Wrong? Nothing's wrong," she slurred as she took another drink.
"So... ye wanna go get a room upstairs an'... have some fun eh?" Jack asked seductively.
Kathryn smiled and then started to giggle. "Sure," she picked up her rum as if afraid to lose it
Jack paid for a room and took the key from the barman. Keeping his arm around her he picked up his own rum and led her upstairs. By the time he found their room number his rum was gone.
Jack tossed the mug over his shoulder, then stuck the key in the lock. Once he got the door opened, he led Kathryn inside then shut and locked the door. Jack took the mug of rum from her hands and set it on a side table. She tried to protest as Jack took her rum out of her hands.
Putting his hands on her hips, he leaned in and began kissing her. Kathryn was surprised by Jack's force and passion. She closed her eyes and kissed him back with the same passion, her arms wrapped about his neck tightly. Jack's hands untucked her shirt and began an upward trail along her sides, lifting the shirt as he went.
Kathryn shivered as Jack touched her. She continued to kiss him as he ran his hands over her skin. She didn't really know what she was supposed to do now, so she just kissed him. Jack threw her shirt to the side, and let his hands wander down her bare flesh, his fingers grazing the side of her breasts as he moved his hands back down to her hips.
Kathryn looked up, surprised and afraid, as her shirt was suddenly on the floor. She shivered violently as Jack's hands ran over her breasts. She looked at him but he didn't seem to notice. Jack began pushing her pants down, sliding them off her hips. As he began to work her pants off her body, she finally took a step back, nearly tripping on her shirt. She backed up against the wall, away from his grasp. Jack's hands suddenly grasped air and he looked up to see Kathryn against the wall.
"What's wrong love? I thought we were gettin' t' know each other?"
Kathryn hit the wall with a thump and blinked. "But- I- I mean- I don't- I" She stuttered, not knowing what to say.
"Oh... I see... Ye've never lain with a man before have ye love?"
Kathryn slowly shook her head no.
"Oh... Ye didn't know what I meant when I said 'get t' know each other' did ye?"
Again she shook her head no. She stepped away from the wall.
"Well..." Jack said, feeling like an ass. He picked up her shirt and handed it back to her, "M'deepest apologies. I didn't mean t' come on so strongly… Well… yes I did, but I thought ye understood me intentions, but ye didn't an' fer that I'm sorry."
Kathryn shyly took her shirt and pulled it over her head. Then they stood and stared awkwardly at each other for a moment.
"Are ye gonna finish that rum love?" Jack asked hopeful he could have it.
Kathryn nodded and picked up the mug, downing it in one gulp. She shook her head to ignore the pain. Then she coughed again and her nose started to hurt. She put her hand over her face.
Jack looked down and suddenly became painfully aware he was very horny and it was showing greatly. Kathryn put the mug back onto the table and sat down in the chair facing away from Jack as she sighed. Jack sat down on the bed and groaned, trying to figure out how he was going to get rid of his hard on.
Kathryn turned to Jack, "Well, shall we-" she stopped. She looked at him and she noticed something that was not there before. She blushed and tried to look away before he saw her looking at him. "Ummmm."
Jack followed her gaze to his crotch and saw her blush. Jack laughed nervously. "It seems as though that ah... kissing got me all worked up..."
Kathryn continued to look away and continued to blush. "Yes, I suppose so," she squeaked out nervously.
"Ye don't gotta look away, love, it's not gonna come out an' bite ye... or whatnot." Jack joked.
Kathryn didn't think that he was being funny. She was very uncomfortable. She turned back to look at him but was very careful to look only at his face, and tried to smile.
"Do ye even know what it is?" Jack asked, smirking in amusement.
Kathryn frowned. "Do you think that I am a complete dolt, Captain?" she seethed.
"Well, ye've never seen one, I'm guessing, sure ye may have talked with married friends, but how often do they share their bedroom experiences eh?"
Kathryn continued to seethe and was suddenly angry that she had drank all the rum. "Is that any of your business, Captain?"
"I bet yer a little afraid of what it is, mixed with curiosity, I'm sure." Jack smirked.
She sighed. At this point she was tired of talking about this. It was none of his business and she wanted to go back to the Venture.
"I could draw ye a very vivid picture love. Bet ye didn't know I could draw... I could even draw ye a picture of how it's used. Savvy?"
Kathryn turned suddenly to face Jack, her eyes burning with annoyance. "Captain Sparrow, I do believe that I have heard enough. I don't think that any of this is your business. I am not feeling well anymore and I would like to go back to my ship!"
"Alright, alright, somebody's a little touchy! I'll stop talkin' bout it. I already paid fer the room we might as well make use of it... an' before ye say anything I meant fer sleeping only. Savvy?"
Kathryn looked at Jack's face and it seemed apologetic enough. She sighed in defeat and sat back down in the chair. She pulled her knees up to her chin and put her arms about her legs. She closed her eyes.
"Ye don't gotta sleep in a chair love, the bed's big enough. I promise t' be a gentleman."
She opened her eyes and looked at him again. The chair was already making her back hurt. She sighed again and went to stand next to the bed, opposite Jack. Jack reached up and gently pulled her down on the bed. Jack rolled over on his back, bringing her down with him so she was on her side facing him. Jack, still holding her hand, rolled over so his back was against her front and her arm was draped over his waist.
Jack was still painfully erect and it didn't seem like it was going away any time soon. Jack rolled his eyes and, using his hand closes to the mattress, he began to pleasure himself, hoping she wouldn't notice, or if she did, she wouldn't know what he was doing.
"Uhh..." Jack groaned quietly.
Kathryn took a deep breath, cooling her anger. She was pleasantly surprised as Jack pulled her closer to him. She really did like him, but was afraid. As Jack made a strange groan, she opened her eyes. "Jack?"
"I'm fine." Jack breathed, "Just have an itch."
Kathryn closed her eyes and nestled her face into Jack's dreadlocks. She was suddenly very tired and she felt sick, and still not herself, feeling the effects of the rum. Jack, relishing in the feel of her body against his as he pleasured himself, realized his release was coming soon. Not wanting to soil his pants, he quickly whipped it out, thanking the blankets that covered his body. Jack's hand quickened and soon he found his release. Jack quietly grunted as he spilled his seed on the bed and part of the wall. He then put way his manhood and rolled over to face Kathryn, draping an arm across her middle. Kathryn opened her eyes as she felt the bed groan and Jack was laying facing her. She noticed that his arm was draped over her and she grinned.
"Hello," she said giggling.
"Hello, love." Jack grinned.
"What are you doing?" she asked, smiling, looking at his arm touching her.
Jack looked to his upper arm, which he had draped over her, his elbow bent up so his hand was on her back. "I'm gettin' comfortable love."
Jack sat up slightly, moving his other arm up so her neck was resting on the crook of his straightened arm. Kathryn smiled and closed her eyes.
"So long as you're comfortable," she said, trying to sound as if she wasn't overjoyed.
"Are you comfortable love?"
"Mmhmm."
"Good." Jack smiled, "Night love." Jack said closing his eyes.
"Mmmhmm," she mumbled as she fell into a dream-filled sleep.
THE NEXT DAY
Jack and Kathryn had shifted in their sleep. Kathryn laying more on her back, and Jack half lying on her, half lying on the bed. Their legs entwined together. Jack's head was resting on her upper chest and a hand resting on her other breast. Kathryn woke as the sunlight came in through the small window. She squinted in the light. She was suddenly aware that she was being touched.
She looked down to see Jack's head on her chest and his hand touching her breast. She shivered. She felt as though she was tangled up in Jack, their legs wrapped around as they were. Jack, still asleep, snuggled closer to the warmth next to him, and snored softly. Kathryn was surprised how little this bothered her. But, she gently took his hand and placed it across her abdomen instead. Jack, still asleep, moaned a little as his hand was lifted and moved. His hand crept back up to her breast and began kneading it in his hand.
Kathryn shook her head at him and gently moved his hand to his side. Then, carefully, she shrugged away from him, trying to untangle their legs along the way. Jack woke up as the warmth moved away from him. Jack moaned as his legs were being moved away from the last of the warmth. Opening his dark rimmed eyes, he saw Kathryn sitting up.
"Wut ye doin' lass?" Jack asked, his voice more slurred with sleep.
Laughing gently she said, "Well, I am not going to sleep the day away. I have things to do! And you aren't going to sleep either! I need a guide!"
She playfully shoved him. Jack caught her wrist and pulled her back down, straddling her in one quick movement.
"And if I want to waste the day?" Jack asked, laughter in his voice and eyes.
Kathryn's eyes went wide. Then she saw the look in his eyes and her expression softened. "Well..."
Jack eyes suddenly glinted with mirth and mischief and smirked. Quickly, he brought his hands to her sides and began tickling her relentlessly. Kathryn laughed and tried to pry his fingers off of her sides. She twisted and turned under him, laughing. Tears slid down her cheeks as she shoved Jack in the chest.
Jack let up so she could catch her breath, but continued to straddle her. Jack looked down at her and smirked. Kathryn tried to catch her breath as she was given a moment to breathe. She sighed and looked up at Jack. She tried to figure out what the expression was in his eyes.
Jack leaned down and whispered in her ear, "I knew I could get ye t' squirm under me." Jack teased.
Kathryn looked surprised and slapped him. Not hard, but she wanted to make a point. Jack put his hand up to his cheek and rubbed it a little.
"If yer gonna be a pirate lass, ye gotta get used to jokes like that..." Jack smiled. She took a deep breath and raised her eyebrow at him.
"We make dirty jokes, quite often."
Jack lowered himself down to rest on his forearms, instead of his hands, his face very close to her own now. Kathryn felt her heart rate speed up and she willed it to stop. She also tried to make her breathing go back to normal.
"Would ye slap me again if I kissed you love?"
Kathryn blinked. She whispered very quietly, "No."
Jack closed the gap between their lips, and kissed her with force and passion.
Kathryn closed her eyes and kissed him back. She put her arms around his neck to hold him close. Her heart fluttered as Jack's tongue flicked across her lips, begging for entrance. Kathryn slowly, surprising herself, parted her lips. Jack's tongue slipped inside her mouth as he kissed her. She tasted like rum, and something uniquely feminine as his tongue explored her mouth, his tongue flicking across hers.
Kathryn, pushed by impulse, touched her tongue to his. Jack's tongue danced with hers, enticing her to explore his mouth with her tongue. Her tongue flicked across to Jack's mouth. He tasted sweet and she moved about gently, nervous.
Jack sucked on her tongue, eliciting a moan from her. Kathryn moved her hands to Jack's face, holding him to her. Jack slowly dragged the tip of his tongue along the bottom of hers before relinquishing her tongue and coming up for air. Kathryn moved forward as Jack left her mouth, wanting more. She took a deep breath. Her hands caressing Jack's cheeks.
"Well... I do believe ye said ye had things ye needed t' do today aye?" Jack smiled salaciously.
Kathryn opened her eyes, shock and sadness playing across her face. She released Jack and folded her hands on her middle. She willed herself to not look disappointed.
"Aye," she said quietly, "I did say that, didn't I?"
Jack laughed at the look on her face. It reminded him of a kicked puppy. "Ye really enjoyed that didn't ye?"
Kathryn folded her arms across her chest, looking up at him. "Only if you don't laugh at me, Captain." She hated the way that he was teasing her.
"I'm sorry, love, I don't mean to laugh. Ye just looked so sad." Jack said as she scoffed at him.
"I've never had a girl look sad after I stopped kissing her." Jack confessed. Kathryn looked confused.
"Usually they get this... dumb grin on their face an' act all... I don't know... girly."
Kathryn still didn't understand. She had never been kissed before and so didn't know how she was supposed to act. "Oh," was all she said.
"It's nothing wrong, I've just... I... the look on yer face reminded me of a kicked puppy... it was… cute." Kathryn tried to turn that into a compliment, but couldn't figure it out, "Believe me love, I don't use the word cute often." Jack told her.
"What's the most ye've ever done with a man, besides me." Jack asked curiously.
Kathryn at first felt offended, then she shrugged. "Nothing. That was it."
"That was yer first kiss?"
She blushed. Jack smiled, "Not bad love, in fact, it was quite good."
Kathryn looked at him, seeing if he was joking. Then she grinned, feeling childish. Jack leaned down and began kissing her neck, his tongue flicking across her skin. Kathryn breathed in deep and turned her head to the side. She felt her heart rate and breathing quicken. Her eyes closed.
Jack kissed his way up her jaw, claiming her lips once more in a more soft, but just as passion filled kiss. Kathryn kissed him back. Her hands touching his chest.
Jack pulled back and looked at her neck where he had kissed her and smiled salaciously again. Kathryn again looked sad, but quickly tried to turn it into a defiant expression.
"What are you grinning at?"
"Looks like I've given ye a love bite." Jack said, continuing to grin.
Kathryn quickly tried to cover her neck, then realized that it would do no good. She dropped her hand to her chest. Jack ran his thumb over it, smiling.
"Well..." Jack sighed, "Are we gonna go get yer ship stocked up or are we gonna stay in here all day love?"
Kathryn looked up at him, waiting. "Well? Are you gonna move?" she asked expectantly.
"Heh... Yeah that would help wouldn't it?" Jack grinned, then moved off her.
Kathryn rolled off the bed and realized that she had slept in her boots and all. "Well, I suppose I'm ready," she said slightly surprised.
Jack looked down at his feet and realized he had slept in his boots as well. Standing up he realized he had his gun and sword on as well. "No wonder I shifted around so much love." Jack laughed indicating his sword and pistol.
Kathryn chuckled. "Well," she asked.
She was suddenly feeling very nervous. She was afraid of walking out of this room with Jack and the things that people would assume. But she was afraid to leave here without him. Jack sensed her nervousness and took a guess why it was.
"This is Tortuga love, people won't be callin' ye a whore or anything. They won't care either way love."
Kathryn smiled at his effort. She nodded and turned to him. "So, shall we get something to eat first?"
"Aye, they serve good food here, a meal comes with the room."
"Wonderful," she said quietly, hearing her stomach growl.
Jack led them out of the room, then wrapped an arm around her waist as they walked down the stairs into the Tavern. Jack kept one hand on his gun in case he needed to draw it quickly for whatever reason.
Kathryn followed dutifully and remembered Jack's comment about the puppy. She frowned, but then smirked. She was glad for Jack's arm about her. She was feeling uneasy and he made her feel stable. Jack sat down at a table with Kathryn, and called over a bar wench.
"We'd both like whatever it is yer servin' fer breakfast."
The bar wench took down the order then disappeared into the kitchen leaving them alone. Kathryn looked about the large room and noticed that there was something strange about it-something different from the night before.
"Where are all the people? And why is it so quiet?"
"I told ye it was not so wild in the morning love. Everybody's either passed out drunk in the street, on their ship or they've left port."
"It's such a difference from before. I won't get hit in the face with a bottle this morning," she joked.
"No, I don't suspect ye will."
The bar wench returned carrying two plates and set them down in front of each of them. Kathryn noticed how the woman slid her hand across Jack's arm and she winked at him. Kathryn turned to her food and slid a steaming egg into her mouth. She grimaced as it burned her.
"Are ye okay? It's hot ye know." Jack said as he stabbed a bit of egg, blowing on it before popping it in his mouth.
Kathryn smiled through her grimace and nodded once. It made her mad as he blew on his hot egg and ate it without a problem. She quickly ate most of her plate. She was tired of Jack showing her up and proving how bad a pirate she was, she just wanted to go back to the Venture. Jack quickly finished his food, then stood up offering a hand to her.
"Are ye ready to go get some supplies fer yer ship love?"
Looking at his face, her anger diminished. She took his hand and stood next to him. "Yes. My poor ship! Without me all night long."
"I know exactly how ye feel love." Jack smiled as he moved his arm around her waist again.
Jack led her around town, going from shop to shop, purchasing all manner of supplies from food to ammunition Kathryn hadn't even heard of before. Currently they were in said ammunition shop and Jack was explaining the different types of cannon balls and why it was so important to have the different kinds.
"If ye just want to blow holes in the other ship, like if it's Navy, yer everyday cannon ball is good fer that, but if ye don't want to sink the ship, cuz it has riches on board, but ye want to disable said ship, that's where chain shot comes in handy. Aim one o' these at their mast, an' with a good aim, watch it come tumbling down leaving them as the proverbial sitting duck, ready fer the plucking, so to speak. If yer out numbered, grape shot's what ye need. It's meant to take out crew men, not so much in damaging the ship, although it lends a small hand in doing that."
Kathryn tried to keep up as Jack explained all about cannon balls. She suddenly wished that she had brought along some paper and a quill. She was afraid that she would never remember any of what he was telling her. Jack ordered her plenty of each kind of ammunition and gun powder and told the store owner to put it on his tab and deliver it to the Venture.
As the day had gone on, he had been telling each store owner to put it on his tab. The store owners had no problem with this because he would always pay off his tab after a big haul.
"Not the Pearl?" The owner asked.
"Aye, not the Pearl, that bastard Barbossa sailed off without me again! Captain Hawk and me have come t' an agreement an' she'll be helpin' me to retrieve the Pearl. Hopefully it won't be another 10 years!" Jack laughed. Kathryn laughed with them, though not knowing the entire story. She introduced herself to the owners, then they left for the next shop.
"Jack, what more do we need?"
Jack stopped and mentally ran down the list of supplies permanently ingrained in his mind. "That's it love. Last on the list."
She sighed. "So, back to the Venture?" She was missing her ship. She had never been away from the Venture for a whole night before. The day that she had bought it she had sailed away.
"Aye, hopefully yer crew'll be showin' up, or already there loading things up."
"I have quite a bit of faith in my men. They do a good job and they are trustworthy. I'm sure that they will be there."
"Aye, although I may suspect a few may be straggling behind, due to copious amounts of rum… or women… or both."
She sighed. "You're probably right."
Soon they reached the docks, and noticed some of the supplies had begun to show up that they had ordered earlier that day. Jack also noticed most of her crew were there, but just standing around not doing anything. Jack had the overwhelming desire to start barking orders at the lazy gits, but knew it wasn't his place.
"Have they not stocked a ship before lass?" Jack asked Kathryn instead.
Kathryn looked at him, "Umm. Well, yes. But just once. I don't know what they are doing. Well, I can see that they are doing nothing. But I don't understand. And I'm too tired to yell. I hate to yell at them."
"If ye don't yell at 'em lass, they'll just keep standing around like fools. Gotta show 'em who's boss... If ye don't know what exactly to yell at them, I'd be glad to teach ye love." Jack smirked.
"Please," she said, "If you could?"
"Aye… Pay attention to what I say, how I say it an' their reaction to it." Jack agreed as they neared the crew, "Oy! What're ye scabrous sea dogs doin'? Or rather not doin'? Eh? You all know this is fer the Venture aye?" Jack barked. The crew nodded their head, a few saying aye, "Then what the bloody hell are ye doin' standin' 'round here for? Load it up, NOW!" Jack ordered in his 'Captain' voice, "And whoever the Bo'sun is, make sure ye get a parchment, ink an' quill, an' take down a tally of everything that comes on board. The boxes an' barrels should be labeled with what it is an' how many it should be. Yer job is to make sure the count is right. Ye can have crewmen t' help ye of course." Jack explained knowing most of the sailors on board were very green. The crew looked to Kathryn to see if they should follow his orders.
"You heard him! Hop to, Now!" Kathryn ordered.
The crew began to set to work under Jack's supervision. As Jack looked over what had arrived he noticed the grog had arrived and was surprised to see his regular order of personal rum had shown up as well. Jack laughed.
"Something wrong, Captain Sparrow?"
"No. Just… saw something I wasn't expecting. I have a standing order with the Faithful Bride, that whenever I order grog or rum fer me ship, they always tack on a personal order of bottles of rum fer me. I forgot about it, and it seems as though my order showed up! Do ye mind if I stash it in yer cabin away from yer crew's hands?" Jack asked.
"Uh… I don't see why not." Kathryn agreed, surprised he had his own personal stash of rum on board his ship.
Jack had the crew working efficiently and quickly in a few hours, having convinced Kathryn to hire on a few pirates, who happened to be skilled musicians. The new pirates played an up tempo song to help set the work pace on board. By early evening, everything they ordered was accounted for, stocked and secured on board. All that was left to do, was round up any straggling crewmembers and set sail.
A/N: Well, there's chapter 2! And this one is even longer than the first! lol. Out of curiosity, do you readers like the long chapters? (personally I love long chapters when I'm reading a story.)
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