Elizabeth sat on the railing, watching a pair of dolphins play. She was completely aware of her husband's eyes on her, but didn't even bother looking back. She was used to the feel of those eyes on her. She liked it. It was a familiar and pleasant feeling. She could feel him loving her, wanting her. She knew it would not be long before he approached her. He seemed incapable of staying away.
It wasn't long before he put his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. She turned and slid off the rail, allowing him to capture her mouth with his own, enjoying the contact thoroughly. When his hands started exploring, she pushed him away and grinned at the several crew members who were watching them with smirks plastered on their faces. Jack turned and bellowed them off, giving them all unpleasant tasks to do. They scurried off sheepishly, but when Jack turned back to his wife, he discovered that she had ducked under his arm and was now a good ten feet away, laughing at him. He glanced around, assured himself that the crew was very deliberately not watching, and then dashed across the deck towards Elizabeth. She ran away again, but he easily caught her, pushing her back against the mast, kissing her eagerly. After letting him enjoy himself for a few minutes, Elizabeth tried to duck away again, only to hear an ominous click-clank. She glared indignantly into Jack's laughing eyes for a moment as he waved a small key in front of her. When he kissed her again, she felt behind her back with her unchained hand until she found the other shackle. Kissing him senseless, she snapped it around his wrist before he had time to come back down to earth. He pulled back and leaned his forehead on hers, grinning.
"Lizzie darling, I think there's something you should know." "What?" "We are both presently shackled to the mast." "I was already aware of that Captain." "Yes, but were you aware that I dropped the key, and I very much doubt that either of us can reach it?" She glanced down and saw that the key was indeed laying about a foot away, at such an angle that it was unlikely they could get it. Elizabeth shuddered as Jack began almost nonchalantly kissing down her throat. "Well call one of the crew over to get it." He chuckled and continued kissing her. "I'd love to, darlin', except that it would appear that the crew saw fit to leave us alone." He murmured.
She sighed, trying to resist the desire raging through her. "Jack, call Gibbs or someone, and I'll let you have me, in the cabin. Surely you don't expect to…to…out here?!" He chuckled at her incredulity. "Why not?" He burst out laughing when she drew his sword and pressed it against his throat. "Because I say so." He nodded sagely. "A very good reason, luv. Gibbs!" That worthy came running. "It would appear we have a bit of a problem." Gibbs took in the situation at a glance, then grabbed the key, trying to hide his laughter. He freed them, and watched them scurry to their cabin before he called the rest of the crew back up.
It was good to see the Captain happy.