Well, the story is continuing! I hope you're enjoying it so far. The plot has been a little slow lately but I promise its coming along! And I apologize for the slow updates. Enjoy the next chapter as well!
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Tortugan Beginnings
Jack Sparrow the Eunuch Part Two
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Audrina hugged something closer to her body. At first, she believed it was a pillow of some sorts. No, that wasn't right. She slept in a hammock, not a bed. She had no pillows. Groaning, she realized there was an intense throbbing in her temples so she was afraid to open an eye to let the sunlight to ravage her hung over senses. The thing she was clutching was warm and seemed to rise and fall everything few moments. Moving her head, she was partially on top of something and she let her hand explore whatever that something was. It was smooth and felt curiously like tight, rippled muscles. Audrina was beginning to get worried and her eyes shot open and she realized her head was resting on Jack Sparrow's bare chest. His nipple mere centimeters from her mouth. Her heart quickened when she remembered nothing of the night before and she hesitantly looked down at their lower halves. Still dressed, she gave a sigh of relief. For a moment, she tried to snake out of his grip but he was clutching her shoulder tightly and resting his chin on her dark hair.
Groaning again, the pain came to Audrina in flashes. Never had seen been so drunk. She remembered bits and pieces of the night before. She remembered singing, 'and really bad eggs' and something about licking rum off Jack. Shuddering, she most definitely hoped that had not happened. Thinking hard, she remembered something about someone addressing her as Missus Sparrow and then she had woken up with Jack at her side. She felt a gasp lost in her throat. No. They couldn't have? Could they? Were they that drunk? Was she Audrina Sparrow now? She felt her heart fluttering nervously and she reached over and began to shake Jack with all her might.
"I'm 'wake, Mama! Five more minutes….." He murmured and that was followed by a rather ungraceful snore.
Audrina frowned and continued to shake the captain more. "Jack!" She screamed.
He immediately sat up, his eyes wide. "I swear it isn't what it looks like!" He cried before turning to Audrina and blinking. Grinning, he tilted his head. "Hello, luv. How did ya sleep?"
On any other day, Jack talking to his mother in his sleep and swearing his innocence would have been slightly amusing. On this day, Audrina wanted to throttle him. The nervousness was evident on her pallid face. "Are we married?! Did we get married!?" She seemed to bellow.
Jack's grin seemed to fade off his face. Should he tell her how he kind of tricked her to get her into bed but it didn't quite work anyway? He immediately decided against it. Chuckling, he shook his head. "'Course not. But if that's a proposal, I might have to think about it, luv."
The blood drained from her face and she flared her nostrils. Breaking away from his embrace, she slapped him clear across the face and hard. "How dare you, you filthy disgusting monkey lickin' bleedin' fruit cake bastard! How dare you sleep in this bleedin' bed with me, you disgusting ingrate! You're completely despicable! So what? Did you fondle me when I slept? Pleasured yourself? Huh?"
Never, never in his forty years of living had he seen such anger in a woman. Honestly, he thought it was quite attractive. He wasn't honestly going to say that. "Always the lady, eh?" He joked but the grin on his face was wiped off when she looked like she was about to maul him. Jack Sparrow would in fact admit that he was a little afraid at the moment. "Nothin' happened, luv, I swear. We rented a room and went ter bed. I didn't lay a hand on yer!"
Audrina considered this and slowly nodded. "You better hope so because if I find out you are lying, I swear to God almighty I won't hesitate to castrate you." She said rather ominously, her face dark.
It was rather bad timing by the barmaid to knock on the door at that precise moment. Her feminine voice calling in to the rather disgruntled 'couple', "Missus Sparrow? Yer bath will be drawn up in a few moments."
All the blood in Jack's face drained and he jumped from the bed and watched Audrina warily. Her head shot around and her turquoise eyes were like daggers. "I swear! I swear to God it was only a joke! We're not married! I swear!"
She moved up from the bed and didn't even bother to wrap a sheet around her body because she was in fact only in her underclothes. "You lyin' filthy bastard! Missus Sparrow! Where the bloody fuck is my knife! I'm goin' to make your voice so Goddamn high; the whores in Tortuga will laugh at you!"
Jack was slightly shaking at the moment. It was rather amusing actually. He had fought against undead pirates, been to the gallows, saved from the gallows amongst other things. And now he was shaking because of a mere disgruntled woman? Oh, she was more then disgruntled. Much, much more. But he still found it rather amusing if not incredibly pathetic. Or would have if she would just stop threatening 'little Jack, or rather 'incredibly large Jack'.
"'Tis only a joke! We aren't married! Lookit, no rings!" He showed his hands and frowned when he saw he in fact did have rings on his hand expect not marriage bands. "Er…I mean…no wedding rings!"
The punch that came next would frankly be one of the most painful punches Jack Sparrow had ever received in his some odd forty years of living. And that was quite amusing because he was in fact a pirate. It might also be because pirates hardly ever punched; rather they skewered you through with a sword. Curling up her fist, she punched him square in the nose.
He stood there in shock and tenderly touched the wound and his mouth parted a little bit as he felt blood. A lot of blood. Touching his nose, he hissed in pain but was glad to see that she did not break his nose. Audrina scowled with him and looked at the door where the barmaid stood on the other side. The barmaid was in fact, in shock. Never had Jack Sparrow been punched by his own lover. Especially his so-called wife. In fact, she thought it was rather amusing as well. Most everything was slightly amusing this morning. But only just slightly.
Finding her voice, she called out to them, her voice shaking. "Would you like me ter bring the bath in, miss?"
"Yes." Audrina said sharply and a few barmaids opened the door and kept their eyes on the tub even though they desperately wanted to laugh at the most famous pirate of them all.
Within moments, the bath was drawn up with several soaps, oils and candles to use. She gave him a sideways look and motioned for him to leave. "You better move your arse out of here or we will have more problems. Got it?"
He tenderly nodded and went to leave the room. No. He wouldn't do that. Her back was turned to him. And he grinned. He walked towards the door and opened it and slammed it loudly to give the impression he had left. No, the door was slightly cracked open. Outside the room, he could just make out her form. As he nursed his nose, he grinned. Now he was just looking for an opportunity.
The Peeping Jack, eh?
Even though she was quite furious with him still, a bath never looked so inviting. Peeling of her clothes, she settled in the water. In her hand was her pistol, she still did not trust Jack at the moment. The hot water settled around her and she groaned, the headache was appearing in painful flashes.
"Yer forgive me, Rina? 'Tis only a joke, I told you. I swear on the pain of death that in the last twenty four hours I haven't fondled ya, married ya, or did anythin' ter dirty yer honor." Jack said 'through' the door but it was still loud enough for her to hear.
She seemed to consider the apology; she leaned her head back into the water and closed her eyes. Running the soap up and down her body, she thought about the apology. Pondering it, she nodded even though he couldn't see her. Her grip on the pistol loosened slightly. "I'm not Missus Sparrow? You promise, Jack? And you didn't take advantage of me?"
"Nope." He replied almost immediately.
"Fine. You come in right now…"
Jack almost ran through the doorway, knowing that she hadn't intended that. He let his eyes rest on her body, taking in her naked silhouette like form underneath the murky water. He could see the faint curve of her hips and the bulge of her breasts. He let his eyes lock onto the whiteness of her shoulder and the gentle curve of it to her protruding collar bone that he found incredibly attractive and intoxicating. Then his intense liquid eyes move to her left arm that was hanging off the edge of the tub and in her hand the pistol. That happened only in about a half a second. The next half, Jack found himself staring down the barrel of her pistol. He gulped. Twisting her words might not have been the smartest thing he ever did.
"Yer told me ter enter, missy!" He protested trying to move away from the barrel of the pistol but it followed him everywhere he went.
Audrina smirked and with her right hand covered up as much as her body she could. Her face ominously darkened. "Obviously you didn't listen to the next half, Captain. You come though that door right now and I'll blow your balls to Davy Jones Locker!"
Jack blinked. She had some issues with his livelihood. She must have, why would she threaten them as so? It was such a nice body though…..he couldn't resist coming in and getting an eye full. If only that blasted water wasn't there.
"See….I don't think yer would do that, luv." He started smugly; walking towards her but his heart was thumping against his chest.
"Why's that, Captain?" Audrina asked darkly, her finger on the trigger.
Jack walked further towards her. "Because, luv, yer don't have the pistol cocked, my darlin'." He explained. Now he was at the edge of the tub and peering down into the water. He sat on the edge and grinned at her.
Audrina's heart was beating wildly now. He was so close and she was so naked. The pistol was now straight against his groin. It was a wonder that he was so calm. "Leave me alone, Jack." She said it above a mere whisper.
Jack reached down and moved the pistol from his groin and took it from her grasp. "Yer don't want me to leave you alone, luv." He said huskily in her ear. His lips moved closer to her own and he kissed her.
The kiss was a short one; he hadn't even had time to brush his tongue over hers. The reason why it was short because simply, she fainted. Her head lolled back and her eyes rolled back in her sockets and everything was darkness. The kiss, it was too much for her. Too many times had it happened and much worse followed. Fainting relieved her of any mistreatment.
"Audrina?" Jack said worriedly and his eyes widened at her limp body, slouched in the water. "Audrina? Blood 'ell woman! Yer picked a good time ter faint, didn't yer!" He eyed her limp body in the water and grinned. Perhaps it wasn't that unfortunate.
Lifting her from the tub, he grabbed a towel and dried her naked body rather awkwardly. Placing her on the bed, he grinned at her naked body, the way the wet strands of hair stuck to her forehead and how she was lightly breathing giving the impression that she wasn't breathing at all. It occurred to Jack, that he hadn't expected Audrina to be that pretty. A decent figure and an attractive face, she could have done more then good if she was a whore. But something told him she was too stubborn to be a whore, she had too much pride. And Lucas was too protective. That too.
The many scars on her body surprised him, momentarily forgetting what she really was. A thin scar was across her inner thigh near her knee, another looked like a gunshot wound on her left arm. He recognized the long and rather ugly scar running the length of her shoulder to her elbow.
The last thing he noticed was the 'P' branded onto her arm. He tilted his head to the side and kneeled on the floor, running his finger over the swell. It was the complete replica of his own, in the same spot even. The East India Trading Company surely did not share much sympathy for women. Dirty bastards.
It dawned on him how pathetic and revolting he was in the past twenty four hours. In the past twenty four hours he had done the following: tricked her into kissing him, got her piss drunk to sleep with him, when that didn't work, he told her she married him. He also felt rather selfish at the moment. All the 'him' in the past twenty four hoursdidn't help that particular feeling either.
"Come on, luv. Let's get yer back ter the Pearl." He said to her unconscious figure. He dressed her in her clean breeches and shirt and lifted her limp figure.
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