Silence.

Silence all around save for the quiet loll rocking and rolling crashes of the waves against the keel of the ship. Squinting my eyes shut tighter I try to remain oblivious to waking up. My heart pounding in my ears and my head splitting in two as I slowly slit my eyes open to asses my surroundings.

Though I should be in my own cabin, the odds may not end up in my favor.

My mind is spinning incessantly trying to sort thru the mess of jumbled images flashing across my eyes. Truly an odd array of dream images, for sure. Married! To Jack-Jack Sparrow! Decidedly not!

Just a dream Elizabeth, it was just a dream. A horrible nightmare that is in no-way factual, evidentiary or true in any manner whatsoever-I think. No, no reason to worry about a bad dream Lizzie.

It was only a dream.

Slowly and quietly Elizabeth eases her way to an upright position in the bed from which she lays. Her eyes take in her surroundings.

Big bay windows; still dark outside.

That can only mean one thing. Elizabeth's in Jack's cabin. Lying with his sheets; in his bed!

Oh dear God! Clearly this is not a good sign of a bad dream.

"No reason to be nervous luv, everything's fine. Ye look like ye had a bad dream though."

There he is; the source of my fitful sleep-Captain Jack Sparrow, sitting across the room of the main cabin in his chair behind his desk. Boots propped up on the table. One hand flourishing with his words as he speaks and a bottle of rum in the grasp of his other.

The moonlight descending thru the bay windows and the light a glow from the single candle upon his desk truly accentuate him a sight to behold. His features chiseled, dark, mysterious; yet with a hint of mischief underneath hidden, only visible to a trained eye-an eye such as mine. I squint my eyes a bit to focus in the low light better. My eyes go wide for a second.

Is. . . is he- shirtless

Shivers of desire flow thru me in that moment, but I push it away. I want will-I love him!

"What?"

I answer as smoothly as I can manage.

"Dream, ye know-of a vicious an unruly nature to be sure; the bad kind. Did ye not? You look bloody awful lass, pale, an all clammy like. Are ye alright?"

"Doesn't matter." I hope. I mutter under my breath as I turn my head to the side of the bed away from Jack.

"What was that luv?"

"Jack, why am I in your cabin in your bed this late in the night?"

"Our cabin-Lizzie; our bed!" What?!

"Beg pardon! I think I might've heard you wrong Jack." He truly has gone mad! Our cabin and bed; I think not!

"Ye heard me right, dear Lizzie. Our cabin; our bed."

I think I'm gonna be sick! Fainting, definitely feel like fainting!

"I'm still dreaming aren't I Jack?" I ask in pure panic. This is only a dream, Lizzie-only a dream. But would it hurt so much to indulge my selfish fantasy-desire, just this once? It is only a dream afterall...

"Whatever makes ye feel better darlin'. Dream-but most assuredly not, Lizzie, it's still our cabin and bed, we are wedded spouses; so what's yours is mine and what's mine is in fact mine with the added bonus of you being allowed to share it with me. So naturally that means me bed is ours to share!"

WHAT is he going on about? I am his, he is his-Jack you're mad!

"It's a dream Jack. Just a dream-it has to be. I haven't woke-up yet. I'm engaged to Will-Jack; not you! To be here, like this-in this situation, is entirely against propriety and highly inappropriate. So in-fact it can only be a dream!"

This I state matter-of-factly.

"Well not anymore not really 'cuz ye are in-fact married to me. Which really leaves the whelp out of the issue altogether, so I'd appreciate if ye'd not mention dear William again. But, whatever you say luv; don't say it like I didn't warn ye come later on. Enough about dreams now; shall we commence with the pleasantries of our Wedding Night please?"

"Our what?!" You've got to be kidding me?!

"Our wedding night my dear, the commencing of said pleasantries between husband and wife me dear ...wife. Ye know. . . the lovemaking. A wife is duty bound to give her husband such as when he wants it and sees fit luv; it only be right and proper a husband be duty bound to take it from his said legal wife."

"And I-yer husband wants and sees fit now!"

"Jack! You can't be serious? Are you. Are you mad?!" What do I do, where can I go?

Jack slowly rises from his desk chair and saunters his way across the cabin room fluidly. A Predatory countenance about his wholeself; a wolf coming to feast upon his lamb caught. Slowly I start to edge myself farther from him. But Jack closes the distance between us in seconds. I have no where to run. He reaches out to grasp my shoulders quick as lightning. In that instant I froze still, not a muscle twitched; unmoving, his grip deadly tight. Not allowing me escape him.

"Deadly serious luv, extremely."

The look in Jack's glistening chocolate obsidian orbs only tell me one thing: one of will lose; one of us will gain, and I'm sure I know who will lose this night. Innocence will forever belong to the man before me, and there's a part of me that doesn't care and a greater part of me that wants this fully, shelfish impulse-curious desire and all. And a small part of me that I can't seem to bring to the surface that says: Wake up girl-fight it! I am effortless to stop him. I can't help but be lured by his exquisiteness in the confidence he possesses to not only bed and take me this night; to claim me his own, but he will thoroughly enjoy doing so in the process. Being that this is only a dream and not real, I only hope I will experience as much pleasure given as Jack intends to take this night forever his to own; to take and not give back.

Slowly Jack pushes me back down on the bed pulling the bedsheets from my arms ridding me of both sheet and my shift to expose me bare before him.

"Beautiful my Lizzie, ye are breathtaking!"

"This will only hurt a moment or so, but compared to what I will be doing to you once the pain passes, ye will soon forget it. For the rest of this night you'll experience pleasure like none the likes ye've ever known as you will never forget this. From this night forward you will only ever know me-as it rightfully should be."

Jack, atop me nudges my thighs apart with his knee to open me wider below him and I am powerless to stop him. Holding me open with one hand he leans back slightly to unstring his britches with the other and wiggles them off down his lower form. Coming back up he adjust himself between my thighs and his hardened shaft I can feel just a breaths whisper away from my heated center. Oh god is this really about to happen to me?

"First things first luv, ye ready Lizzie? I promise I'll be caring."

Waiting for me to respond he starts to lower his face gently to mine. My eyes never leave his own. And I can feel his lips brush against mine sinuously and a deep shiver rakes my entire body, I know Jack can feel and sense it as well; by the look on his face and my submissive countenance to his actions, he knows I will not say no to him. Not now, not ever; in my dreams at least.

And my subconscious mind fights my waking minds denial of reality clinging to the guise of a dreamscape: Lizzie girl, this is very real-believe me; this man before you now IS... lawfully your espoused-what about Will! What will you tell him-what will he SAY!?

Well, Will isn't here now is he? Jack IS! And it's only a dream anyway-so it doesn't count!

You think that Because he tricked you into this, But Will should be here!

BUT. HE. ISN'T!- and I don't care that he's not! And I do SO MUCH wish to feel-to know-what curiosity TASTES like!

Well there goes your sense of honesty, fairplay and saneness of mind!

Oh do shut-IT! I'm about to get VERY jiggy wit' it! *subconscious mind retreats with tail between legs!* I'll be back! I bet you...WILL, you won't!

Our eyes locked, I reply.

"Yes Jack, I'm ready!"

The instant I consent to him Jack thrusts forward, plunges deep within; he takes me wholly and fully. Only waiting a moment for me to adjust to him within me and the pain from my taken maidenhood to pass. Then Jack sends me, along with himself, into the throes of passion; that of which I've never known or will ever know again as I finally reach my peak he releases his climax within me; his heavenly blissful, succulent nectar of fluid juices to fill me completely.

My mind goes blank and there is only one thought in my head: Jack, why did I wait so long to know this!

The world is good! Jack indeed kept to his promise, for it truly was Elizabeth's greatest night of pleasure she ever experienced coming into womanhood.

Only one problem; it wasn't a dream as she believes it to be. It was all too real as Jack had warned her it was.

Come morning, she'll wake in her old cabin none the wiser to the previous night's goings-on.

Seems a lot of rum be the culprit involved to inhibit her memory between reality and fantasy.

But Jack will know. . .