Chapter 6: En Boudoir

Captain Jack Sparrow opened the door to the bedroom of Mademoiselle Suzanne de Xanillèe and returned the key to its hiding place above the door. He crept quietly into the dark room and silently closed her door behind him. Her perfume lingered in the air, driving Jack mad with desire.

In the moonlight, he spotted an oil lamp sitting on the dresser. He crossed to it and used one of her new-fangled matches to light it. The whale oil caught and glowed nicely.

Jack took a quick glance around the room to see if Suzanne had been careless enough to leave her jewelry box sitting out in plain sight. She hadn't been. The only things sitting out were Jack's note and flower, sitting on the nightstand. So, he'd need to do a thorough search.

One wall had a section with floor-to-ceiling curtains. Jack went to them and opened them to let in more moonlight. He found French doors there which opened out onto a small balcony, sitting atop the slanted roof. With the curtains open, Jack saw that he was still dripping river water. This wouldn't do. He went outside onto the balcony and began removing his clothing, hanging the various garments over the railing to dry. Then, clad only in his trousers, he went back inside to begin his search.

He searched everywhere, through all the drawers, inside closets, inside and behind cupboards, under the bed, behind the curtains, even under the seats of well padded chairs. If there were a jewelry box in this room, he couldn't find it.

Jack harrumphed. And, as he harrumphed, a key rattled in the door lock. Jack flew to the oil lamp, blew it out and dove under the bed.

"Did you see, him, Ceci? Did you see him?" gushed Suzanne as she entered the room.

"Yes, milady," answered her maid as she relit the oil lamp.

"He was dashing, was he not?"

"Very dashing, milady."

"Poised atop that chandelier, waving his cutlass, defying all the world! Oh, it took my very breath away!"

Jack peeked out from beneath the bed. Suzanne, with the maid's help, was getting undressed. He watched her intently (to see where her jewels would go, of course).

The maid had spread a kerchief on the dresser and was placing the jewelry upon it as Suzanne removed them. Then the maid unfastened the stays to the scarlet dress, and when she was done, it slithered to the floor. What a beautify chemise she had on underneath.

"Ceci, what is that? On my nightstand!" Suzanne freed her feet of the dress and hurried to her nightstand. She scooped up the note and flower that were sitting here, flipped open the note and read it. "He has been here!" she gasped. "In this very room!" She sniffed the flower, and read the note again. "Oh, why didn't he remain?"

Ceci joked, "Because then he would have seen you in your chemise, and that would be scandalous."

"Oh, why didn't he stay?" she pouted. She came back over to Ceci and they began removing the chemise.

Jack was lying awkwardly on one arm. It chose this moment to begin going to sleep. He stifled a groan and squirmed around to massage it and to get the blood flowing again. When the prickles stopped, he sighed with relief and peeked out from underneath the bed again.

The last of Suzanne's clothes were coming off. She stood there, naked as a Vatican statute. She was so pink and had such delicious curvy parts. Jack's head swam with unbridled lust.

Ceci went to the dresser to get a nightgown.

"Don't bother," Suzanne told her, "I will sleep like this."

The maid swung around, scandalized. "Au natural, milady?" she gasped. "Why, that is, that is sinful!"

"Yes, yes! I feel sinful tonight, so very wicked!"
"But milady, you cannot!"

"I can and will!" Suzanne climbed into bed, which bounced Jack's head off the floor. "I will sleep like this tonight and dream of Jack Sparrow! And if he would come to me this night, I would make wild, passionate love with him!"

"Milady!"

"I would! I would! I swear I would!"

"But what of El León?"

"Fa!"

"What of, what of, you know, the other?"

"There is no man for me other than Jack Sparrow!"

"Sunday, you must confess all this to the priest. You must purge your soul of these evil thoughts."

"Fa!"

Ceci put out the oil lamp and gathered up Suzanne's clothing and the kerchief with the jewelry. "Milady, you must not talk like this. You must not!" she exclaimed and exited out the door.

Jack looked after her, trying to figure out how he could follow Ceci without Suzanne seeing him as he crossed the room.

Suzanne moaned into the empty darkness of her boudoir. "Jack Sparrow, Jack Sparrow, darling Jack Sparrow! Where forth art thou? Come to me, my love, my dearest love, and I will make thee the happiest man on the face of the Earth!"

He tried to remain quiet, but he found that he could not, not in the face of the words she just said. He simply could not bite his tongue for another minute. He cried out, "It's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow!"