Title: In No Position to Argue
Rating: M (suggestive situations)
Characters: Jack, Giselle, Scarlett, Gibbs
Disclaimer: Disney owns them, I just play with them
Summary: Jack has something very special to show his two favorite wenches.
In No Position to Argue
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The residents of Tortuga sweltered under the Caribbean sun as the long summer day crawled by. Out in the bay, only a handful of vessels lay moored, a tattered collection of patched fishing shallops and sloops. The usually crowded docks were devoid of activity, the locals wisely avoiding the midday sun. Earlier that morning, a sudden squall had blown in from the sea, offering a temporary relief to the oppressive heat, before departing almost as quickly as it had arrived, leaving the stench from the muddy streets hanging heavy in the sultry air.
Giselle sat next to the window in the narrow room she shared with Scarlett. Stripped down to her chemise, she fanned herself while staring disconsolately towards the distant harbor, shimmering under the blazing sun. It had been weeks since a ship of any size had made port, and pickings had been slim indeed. It seemed most of the larger vessels had departed the area to ply their trade among the English colonies to the north, avoiding the summer storm season. Now, with what scant savings they had pooled together virtually depleted, both Scarlett and Giselle were beginning to worry.
"It's so bloomin' hot I can't breathe," Giselle said, peevishly.
Her roommate laid on the bed, similarly stripped of clothes, with a wet cloth across her forehead. "Not sure you want to be breathin' that stench." She waved vaguely toward the window and beyond, encompassing the entire town in her assessment.
Giselle sighed and resumed her gloomy surveillance of the harbor. She sat up abruptly and squealed. "A ship…with black sails!"
Scarlett scrambled to her feet and rushed to the window, elbowing Giselle aside for a better view. "The Black Pearl!" she exclaimed.
The two watched as the black ship rounded the point and began to tack in toward shore. Then, as if on cue, they hurried to get dressed. With the pickings as slim as they'd been, every whore in Tortuga would be descending on the docks. Best to be at the front of the pack.
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"Cap'n!" Gibbs motioned to the shore from the quarterdeck.
Jack turned to see what had caused such an odd tone of voice from his quartermaster, his gaze following Gibbs' rigid arm. To his surprise, and somewhat dismay, the wharf was lined with over two dozen of Tortuga's finest, and not so finest, ladies of the night…. in broad daylight…. waving.
"Figure they're here on a friendly visit?" Jack scanned the line of women apprehensively. Never had such a large a welcome before. Come to think of it, never seen that many wenches in one place either.
"I reckon they're safe enough." Gibbs was staring wide-eyed at the dock at the competitive jostling for position that was taking place. Several of the women were now pushing and shoving, and shrill squealing floating across the water. One of the largest women teetered on the edge of the pier, and then fell off, disappearing into the water with a loud splash.
The Pearl had tacked in close enough to allow her crew, who were lining the rail with mouths agape, to watch the hapless victim thrashing about in the water.
"You goin' t' save 'er?" one of the men asked their captain pointedly. "None of us here can swim."
Jack sighed as he peered at the enormous flailing body and cringed. With no other immediate options available, and being the good man that he was – bloody burden, that-- he quickly removed his effects and dove neatly into the blue water of the bay. By the time he reached the area, the wench was nowhere to be seen. A flurry of activity above his head greeted him, high-pitched voices all shouting in alarmed unison, fingers pointed towards a patch of swirling water.
Taking a deep breath, Jack dove beneath the water, locating the hapless woman a few feet below. He tugged and struggled until he was able to reach the surface, towing his cargo to the dock where he propped her against the ladder, too winded to lift her incredible bulk onto the planks.
Above his head, a loud twittering of female voices was rising and falling along with the amble bosom floating in front of him. Jack, taking a moment to catch his breath, marveled at the buoyancy of the pair. 'Twas a wonder the wench had sunk at all. Must have been all that ballast in the stern.
Gibbs hollered from somewhere to his right. Turning his head, Jack saw his quartermaster feverishly rowing toward him in one of the Pearl's boats.
"Sally!" Gibbs exclaimed in loud enthusiasm, as the longboat pulled alongside. "The Saints be praised, Cap'n. You reached her in time."
The aforementioned Sally chose that moment to open her eyes. "You saved me life, lovey!" She wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and planted a big kiss on his lips, catching him off guard, the weight of her body plunged them both underwater once more. After much flailing and splashing, they finally re-emerged, coughing and gasping for breath.
"Mister Gibbs!" Jack sputtered, gallantly trying to keep his head above water as what appeared to be a perfectly hale and hearty wench clung to his neck. "Take this, this…"
"Aye, aye, Cap'n," Gibbs hastily interrupted, grabbing the buxom wench under the arms and hauling her into the boat. The prospect of joining her sodden mass of gown and petticoats in the boat struck him as so unappealing, Jack had no recourse but to face the throng of admiring women peering down at him from the dock.
Now, Jack was not averse to having the women of Tortuga, or elsewhere for that matter, casting amorous eyes his way. But the sheer number of eyes staring at him, at the moment, was rather disconcerting. Dozens of arms stretched and reached for him as he climbed wearily up the ladder, as the women descended on him like a flock of raucous gulls.
Help?
Elbowing her way through the throng was a familiar face, another hot on her heels. Reaching him, they batted the others away as each of them grabbed an arm.
"Scarlett! Giselle!" Jack was never so happy to see the pair in his life.
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As it turned out, the Black Pearl was going to be in port for near a fortnight, to be resupplied and refitted, as well as attending some minor repairs. The town welcomed the men with open arms, elevating even the lowliest to near celebrity status. The crew couldn't have been more pleased, and the rum flowed as freely as the gold, the wenches partaking of a fair share of both.
Jack sat at the back of the Faithful Bride, his erstwhile rescuers on either side of him, with a smile of satisfaction gracing his face as he surveyed his crew enjoying their newfound fame. Who'd have thought a sudden storm and an unexpected layover would have resulted in such a boon?
Once they had freed Jack from the clutches of the other women, Scarlett and Giselle had begun vying for his individual attention. Unable to choose one without insulting the other (the threat of bodily harm also being a real possibility), Jack had settled on the simplest of solutions: choose both.
Always eager to learn new things, Giselle had been game for the idea; Scarlett was reluctant, to say the least.
Pity, really. Jack's mind drifted off into the realm of what might have been, with visions of creamy white and supple limbs draping themselves across his willing and most able body, two pairs of hands and lips…
"Jack! Are you even listening?" The loud shrill in his left ear brought him abruptly back to the present.
"What? Aye. Of course I was listening." He patted Scarlett on the knee, allowing his hand to wander further along her leg until it was slapped away. "You were saying…?"
Scarlett heaved a large sigh. "You said you had something you wanted to show me…us" she repeated slowly and patiently as if he were a small, dense child.
Jack flashed a glittering grin. "Aye, that I do, something extremely special, a rarity so rare, it has rarely been seen, an item of infinite value, a treasure trove of tantalizing treats, a wondrous wonder to be wondered at." He paused and tilted his head in his most engaging manner. "T'would be much more better to show this wonderfully, wondrous item to you two lovely ladies at the same time."
"Come on Scarlett, it'd be fun," urged Giselle, leaning forward. "Not like I ain't seen you naked before."
Scarlett glared her response.
Jack sat up and snapped his fingers. "I've got it!" He wrapped an arm around each of their shoulders. "Seeing as I can't seem t' choose between the two of you," he began sweetly, "being so delightfully, delightful as you both are, I proposed a deal."
The two women eyed him skeptically.
"A deal?" Scarlett repeated.
"Ooh! What sort of deal?" Giselle cooed, the eternal optimist.
Jack, having settled on a solution, smiled. "Simple, really. Seeing how yours truly will be in port for at least a fortnight, I propose you take turns." He sat back with a smug look on his face.
"Turns." Giselle shrugged. "Why not?"
Scarlett tipped her head, uncertain. "What do you mean, turns? You mean one after the other?"
Jack smiled. "Unless, you'd rather have me at the same time."
"You never give up do you?"
Jack spread his arms wide. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, darling."
"I want to go first!" Giselle was also an opportunist.
"See, she's already been with me entire crew," Jack grinned, offering Scarlett an explanation. "Not much mystery left to explore. Take Gibbs there for example…"
He peered through the dimly lit haze of the tavern, where his quartermaster was leaning against the bar, one hand on his mug, the other draped around the very ample shoulders of none other than the recently rescued Sally.
Jack sat back in stupefied amazement. "I could've sworn he'd learned better. Tried to show him the merits of a sleek hull and tight riggin' and what does he do, chases after Full-Sail Sally. Woman could sink a barge. 'Bout near did me in." He shook his head, dumbfounded.
Giselle suddenly found the bottom of her cup very fascinating.
"Well, I for one am not getting any richer sitting here listening to you, Jack Sparrow," Scarlett announced impatiently as she rose. "If you've something so wonderful you wish to share, then pay your coins and let's see it."
"Here? In front of everyone?" Jack gave her a sly grin. "Aye, if you insist." He reached into his pocket and slapped a handful of coins on the table. "For your pleasure ladies, feast your eyes on this!" He reached ever so slowly under the table and pulled out his wondrous gift, placing it on the table with a flourish.
"That's it?" Giselle said in a disappointed voice. "It's not very big."
Jack looked down at the item in question and said with a smirk. "Mostly pictures. Plenty big enough for that."
Scarlett frowned. "You've been going on and on about a book?"
"This is not just any book, luv. This is the key to the inner sanctum of fleshly pleasures, a handbook of extraordinary content, the likes rarely seen in the Western world. A glimpse into the mysteries of the Orient, the secrets of the Courtesans."
"Where'da get it?" Giselle asked, squinting curiously.
Scarlett echoed her friend. "Yes, where did you find something so rare and wondrous, Jack?"
"Singapore." He shrugged adding, nonchalantly, "Borrowed it, actually. From a pair of lovely girls who were quite enthusiastic about sharing it with me. Well, until a certain Pirate Lord found out. Had to leave rather abruptly, I did. Didn't realize until I were half way home I had it in me pocket."
"You stole it." Giselle surmised as she reached to peek inside.
Jack grabbed her hand. "Uh-uh…not just yet. You have to agree to the terms."
"And what terms might that be?" Scarlett was standing arms folded, toe tapping, obviously not buying any of Jack's tale.
Jack did a quick calculation in his head. By his figuring, the two weeks in port could be spent just as easily alone as with the company of either woman. The challenge was his fascination. That and the fact that he'd been perusing said book for several weeks now, and was in need of some serious relief, despite having tended to his immediate needs by way of his own palm, on more than one occasion.
Besides, he was still hopeful of persuading the two to agree to a threesome. A man can always dream.
"What say you to this?" he finally proposed. "I give each of you enough coin for an entire night's entertainment, each of you, for each night. And in return, I get the favors of one, or both of you, for the night, to do as I wish. Only stipulation being I get the use of your room."
He watched as the two women made their own quick calculations, seeing them come to the same conclusions he had, already. If one of them were entertaining Jack, the other could be entertaining the other men, get paid double for the efforts…. in return for use of their room. Seemed a fair deal, no matter what bizarre requests he might make of them.
"Deal!" they said, simultaneously.
"I want to go first," Giselle added.
TO BE CONTINUED…