A PIRATES TREASURE

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A Pirates Treasure

Chapter 9

The morning light streamed through the open doors falling across the bed and slowly bringing the occupants awake. Jack was aware of having grown 2 more legs; at least, that's what it felt like, although the 2 new appendages refused to move when he instructed them to. Suddenly they moved, causing him to scoot up the bed, fearful that they might suddenly turn against him.

His head hit the headboard with a crack, causing him to see stars and his new legs shot straight out in front of him. He peered at them fearfully. He had a problem. They had no hairs on them. Christ! I'm moulting, he thought, bringing his hands to his face to check his braids. Phew! They're still there! He looked back to his newly acquired limbs, with a look of horror.

Elizabeth looked at him, a quizzical look on her face. "Jack? What…?" She sat up, curling her legs under her.

Jack watched them disappear. Oh, Thank God! He wasn't mutating, he was normal. They'd gone!

"Jack? What's the matter?"

"Nothin'!"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Elizabeth shook her head. Who knew what went on inside Jack's mind? It was probably best not to go there, she thought. She cuddled into him and his arm immediately came around her, holding her close, while he scanned the bed to make sure that his smooth, hairless legs had gone. "Jack! I need to talk to you."

"Luv, I told ye last night that t' crew would b' up this mornin' t' make sure t' house is safe fer ye. There's no need t' fret 'bout it, darlin."

"I had a thought, Jack."

Oh no! Here we go, thought Jack, in trepidation.

"Please enli'ten m' as to what that was."

Elizabeth cuddled further into him and ran her hand down his chest. "Well…I was thinking. I need you around, Jack, to look after me...to make sure that nothing…untoward happens. If your out at sea then anything could happen…so…I thought," she hesitated, and then continued in a rush, "that the best place for me to be would be on The Pearl with you!"

"No, luv!"

"But why, Jack?"

"Forget it, Lizzie. Nice try! It ain't goin' t' happen! Yer stayin' here in yer safe and secure house an' I'll see ye when I return t' port! Savvy?"

Elizabeth pulled away from him and sat back leaning on the headboard, her legs stretched out in front of her. Bloody pirate! she thought, and formulated how she would put her plan into action.

Jack saw his new legs reappear. He looked at Elizabeth to see if she had noticed them, but apparently she hadn't. He gave Elizabeth a quick peck on the lips and heaved himself off the bed, thankful that they stayed where they were.

"m better get m'self down to The Pearl, darlin' an' get some o' me crew up 'ere t' sort our yer doors an' windows, luv. Don't ferget we' sail at high tide this evenin' so I want t' make sure yer safe b'fore I go. I really wish I could take ye, Lizzie, but it's jus' too dangerous. Anyways, once t' crew 'ave gone, we'll have s'me time t'gether b'fore I sail."

Jack looked down at Elizabeth while he dressed, surprised that once again, she seemed to accept the fact that she was staying behind. Women! he thought, ye never knew what was goin' on in their minds! He went to the French door, pulled it shut, locked it and placed the key on the table. "There! Now I know yer'll b' safe an' sound while I fetch 'em."

Jack bent to her, slipped his arms around her, pulling her against him and kissing her soundly, before drawing away and grinning at her. "Come on, luv. Up out o' that bed with ye, or m' men'll 'ave somethin' to talk of on t' voyage an' there'll b' no work done t'day."

Elizabeth grinned at him, thinking, Oh don't you worry, Jack! They'll have plenty to talk about, don't you worry about that! He turned an' looked at her lying there, wishing that he didn't have to leave her, now or later, before jauntily turning on his heel and disappearing.

Elizabeth lay in bed for a few moments putting the last details to her plan. Jack is going to be furious, she thought, but he'll come round in the end. He'll see that it makes sense. He has to!

She rose from the bed, washed and dressed, before gathering her things together and taking them downstairs, hiding them by the front door. She then busied herself about the house until she heard Jack return with some of his crew to work on the house. She smiled, thinking that at least the house would be secure while they were away. She met him in the hallway where he had just sent the men off to check every door and window and make repairs where necessary. He had purchased locks and bolts and it looked like he was laying the house to siege.

Elizabeth slipped her arms around his waist, her head against his chest. "Get rid of them soon, Jack. I want you all to myself!" she said, feeling his hands upon her back and his sudden indrawn breath.

"Oh, I will, Lizzie. Ye can b' sure of that, luv." He tipped her face up to his and ran tiny little kisses over her eyes and nose, before claiming her lips. When they came up for air, Elizabeth leaned back in his embrace. "I just need to pop to the market, Jack, to pick up some things. I thought that I'd go now so that we can have more time together later."

Jack pouted, and then grinned cheekily at her. "Aye, Lizzie. Ye run along an' get what ye need. I'll give them a hand. Get rid o' them quicker! See ye in a short while, luv."

Elizabeth waited until Jack had gone off in search of his men, before putting on her cloak and picking up her bundle. She slipped out of the front door, a wide grin on her face and hurried to put the first stage of her plan in place, silently thanking the previous night's interloper, who had, by his actions, made its execution so much easier by keeping Jack occupied.

When she returned to the house, she had several bags of shopping, bought the previous day and hidden at the side of the house under some old sail material left by the previous occupant. Jack's crew had left to enjoy the rest of their time in Tortuga before setting sail. Jack was sitting at the table in the kitchen, the map spread out before him. As she entered the room, he looked up and smiled warmly at her. "m' was beginnin' t' wonder where ye had got to, sweetheart." he said, rolling the map up and putting it away. "Me crew left ages ago."

"Sorry, Jack. I met an old friend in the market and then I couldn't find the right colour ribbon for my dress. Have you worked out any more on the map?"

"No…an' me compass doesn't seem t' b' workin'. It followed ye round t' market. Yer a bad influence on me, luv." he said, looping an arm around her as she passed by him and pulling her onto his lap. Elizabeth was glad Jack couldn't see the heat staining her cheeks. Market, indeed! she thought. Burying her head into his chest, she heard his heart thumping against her ear. "I sup'ose I'd better show ye what measures we put in place fer your security, luv." she heard him say, "Startin' down here an' endin' in yer bedroom."

Jack stood, taking her in his arms and walked through the house, pointing out the bolts that had been fitted to the doors and windows, in-between stealing kisses from her before, with a muttered oath, giving up and taking the stairs two at a time. Elizabeth never did find out what they had done upstairs.

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Oh…next chapter we get to find out exactly what Elizabeth's plan is and what Jack will say when he finds out about it.

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