Title: Send Her My Love
Pairings: JS/OC, WT/ES
Overview: The Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow has had interesting acquaintances and activities in the past. This story is of a chain of many events that have gone awry, and come back to haunt him.
Disclaimer: I wanna own it. But… I don't.
A/N: Sooooo…. Hiya! Yeeeeah, it's been a while. -scratches head awkwardly- I kinda deserted this fic for a while. I had hoped that I might get this one done before it passed a year in the making, but, the year mark passed, and the story stayed stagnant. And then, last night, I spent very near four hours re-reading and critiquing the story. And I found my original inspiration for the piece. And I saw new reviews…. So, here I am. A bit late, but better than never eh? And this is the third to last chapter to write in this part of the story. Send Her My Love is almost over.
First! Reviews!
LittleDragon, glad you liked the description, it played out nicely in my head too.
HeavenlyKitten, you have no idea how happy it made me feel that reading my story made you feel better. And I'm so so sorry that I left it this long to put up the next part. I certainly hope you didn't think I gave up on the story entirely.
Nelle07, I loved that chapter too.
Gem Of The Stars, I'm so glad to have another new reader review, and I'm happy you love it. And I'm sorry that it took me so long to get back to this.
Alrighty. Not much else for me to say here but bring on the story!
Oh, and a little warning – the ending is quite mature (and unexpected even by me!), so, uh, if you don't like reading that sort of thing, well, don't read the ending.
Chapter Seventeen: Titles and References
Where Payton is mistreated, Jack is furious, and daring escapes are made more daring – let's make impossible possible!
Payton struggled against the men as much as she could, but all it succeeded in doing was giving her a warning slap to the face. Wincing, she appeased her will to escape by dragging her heels and bracing against them. The men continued to shove her, grumbling over the nuisance she was, until one man cursed, and picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder.
"Oi! Put me down you lout!" A slap to her backside caused her to jerk, and try to kick the man, fairly useless since he held her knees. She could hear the other men chuckling darkly around her, and she could feel her cheeks turn red in embarrassment and shame. The group continued on through the dark in mostly silence, moving to a fairly disused and empty dock. Payton found herself wishing that this time Jack had insisted on having someone watch her. She felt tears prickle the corners of her eyes, and she resisted the urge to cry. Pirate's don't cry! They find how to escape.
She found herself being dumped, rather unceremoniously, on the deck of the Helio. A crowd grew around her, and she could hear heavily booted feet approaching. It took all her will to not shiver in fear.
"Look at me fille."
Payton looked up to see Calico Jacques. His dirty blond hair was lank and greasy, his countenance a repulsive mix of a birthmark over his right eye and what she could only assume had been his dinner. He sneered at her. "Take 'er below. To ze brig!" He stomped away, and two men dragged Payton below.
She had been thrown into a dingy cell at the bottom of the ship. Payton found it curious to see women onboard the Helio, given how most pirates felt about them. But judging from the noises coming from the rooms that the women were in, this ship wasn't simply a pirate ship, it was also a brothel. Standing in the bilge water was a better place in the long run in the case. All traces of drinking earlier in the night had worn off, and she was investigating the lock between pacing the tiny cell. How in the name of God am I going to get out of here?
Jack stood at the helm of the Black Pearl, ever inch a devastating pirate captain. His eyes were dark, calculating, as he stared at the ever growing dark speck on the horizon. The Helio. He would be damned if that bastard stole what he had only just found, what he just begun to release the worth of.
The rest of the crew were on edge as well. Jack had only barely waited long enough to let everyone get onboard when he took off, eyes set on the northern horizon. An eerie silence reigned on the deck of the Pearl, everyone knew that something big was about to happen.
It was moments like these Jack wished that William was still around, even if to only ask a question like 'what's happening?', or something else just as useless. Because they were gaining, and Jack hadn't felt so elated since chasing down the Pearl near three years ago. Funny how this ol' life gets to be circular like that…
His crew worked tirelessly, switching out to eat and rest. Cotton came up to offer to take the wheel, but Jack waved him away. Nary a word was spoken between the captain and another living soul, but they could all see the Helio appearing closer and closer on the horizon.
Alone in her cell, Payton had plenty of time to think. It was dark in the brig, and smelled unpleasantly of mildew and seawater, along with something that she couldn't quite place. She had long given up trying to find things to count, seeing as how boring that was, and she couldn't play 'I Spy' with herself, so she reclined on the hard wooden bench in the corner, and waited, thinking. At the edges of her hearing, she could hear yelling, boots scuffing along wooden planks, but nothing close to her. With a sigh, she closed her eyes, feeling extremely tired.
Hours later, she was jolted awake by the sound of booted feet approaching. Heavy impacts on the stairs were followed by an even pace coming closer and closer to her. Steeling herself, she sat up and watched the door to the brig as it opened slowly, revealing Calico.
"Eh, awake. Good. 'Opefully, I did not disturb your rest, non?"
Payton glared at him, refusing to say a word.
"I see." He sat down on a barrel across from her cell. "Well zen, if zat is 'ow you are, we can do it zat way. You are… Anne. Anne Smith, ouais?"
She nodded, still saying nothing.
Calico chuckled. "Very feisty. I don't like 'fiesty'. But zat will soon be fixed." He watched her for a moment before continuing. "Zey are coming for you."
She raised an eyebrow, but said nothing still.
"I see you expected as much. Zen you know I will kill him."
She scoffed, and stood up, moving to the bars. "But you forget."
"What?" He was curious.
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow." Payton smirked at him.
"Pah! Your Capitaine will not last long! I will make sure of it." Calico angrily stood up and stalked out of the room, slamming the door as he went. Payton chuckled slightly, sitting back down on the bench, but couldn't help to feel the slightest amount of worry for her pirate captain. Calico was right, he wasn't invincible… But Jack'd be the first to tell you that he's pretty close.
Night fell over the sea, an empty mirror, with nothing between the two ships but distance. Distance that the Black Pearl was quickly eating up. All the lights had been doused on the Pearl, and a tense silence reigned. Jack stood at the wheel, already having addressed his crew hours earlier. Everyone knew that to do, where to go, and what their role was. They were all ready, and all willing. Jack anxiously gripped the wheel, eyes focussed on the ship ahead of him, knuckles white. They were gaining, but achingly slowly.
And there was another problem, one that was terrifying him. In order to get Payton back from Calico Jacques, Jack would have to find her, which likely meant calling her name… which meant giving up her identity to the last man who should know it.
The Helio blundered onward, managing a surprisingly good pace without the use of the main mast. Most of the crew was below deck, either asleep, or enjoying other entertainments, leaving a skeleton crew on deck to watch the helm and the rest of the ship. However, most of those men were clustered toward the helm, and were more engaged with their ration of grog, and less with the rest of the ship. A few solitary crew members were at the bow of the ship, looking out ahead, but no one was looking back. There wasn't even a soul at the alarm bell.
Jack grinned wolfishly when he looked through the spyglass, before handing it off to Gibbs. "The first good news I've got all day."
"Aye Capt'n. We're set to go when you are."
"Let's keep this 'un nice and quiet like, savvy?"
"Aye Capt'n." Gibbs walked down the deck and gathered the crew around him, speaking in a harsh whisper to all of them. A few moments later, they broke up to go to assigned positions. Jack joined them down on the deck and Mister Cotton took the helm. Looking around, he grinned, feeling oddly pleased with the crew. Sending a glance to the Helio, which was nearly a stone's throw away, he nodded, and the crew pulled out the boarding planks.
On silent feet they stole across to the Helio, killing any resistance they found. Several crewmates moved to the helm, and stood guard over the drunken pirates in order to ensure that no one would be discovered. Others moved to the bow and killed those who tried to get to the alarm bell. Jack, with three others, moved below deck, leaving the rest of the boarding party above.
Upon nearly stumbling into the galley, Jack turned about and motioned for the three who were with him to guard the only exit they had. They nodded, and waited nervously as Jack moved further below deck. He passed by the women's section of the Helio with a quirked eyebrow, but continued seeking out his prize. Finally, he saw a door with iron bars over a small window.
"Looks like a brig to me…" Glancing around furtively, Jack tested the door, and found it swung open easily.
Payton blinked when bright light streamed into the room from the hallway, and shrunk back when she saw a dark shape in the doorway. Only, the dark shape didn't look like Calico, in fact, it looked almost like…
"Payton?!" Came the whisper from the doorway.
"Jack!" She replied, just as quietly.
"Thank God! You alright there luv?"
"Aye, I am… but how?"
"I hastened forth and fought all manner of monsters to come to your aid oh distressing damsel, oh damsel in distress." He pronounced with a flourish.
Payton rolled her eyes. "Oh, my hero! Now, get me out of here! I'd rather not be locked in the brig for the rest of my life, thank you kindly."
"Alright alright luv, I'm workin' on it." He cursed under his breath. "Women." Looking about, he couldn't see any keys. "D'you know who's gone off wit the keys luv?"
"Haven't a clue. They dumped me in here last night, and buggered off. I've only seen Calico since then." Jack's face darkened when she mentioned his name.
"I'll deal with the scum later."
"And the lock?" She gestured to it. "Isn't gonna unlock itself y'know. Ye'd best be findin' the keys or some such thing."
Jack looked at her as if she was daft. "Nay luv, don't need a key." He pulled out his pistol, looked around to make sure no one was near. "Now, we're gonna hafta move pretty fast after this."
"Aye."
He cocked the gun, and pulled the trigger. The resounding shot could be heard all the way on deck. Jack winced, but wretched the door open. "C'mon. That's our cue ta leave." Grabbing her hand, the two of them ran up to the deck, where the rest of the crew of the Black Pearl waited with growing apprehension. When they saw Payton with Jack, there was a collected sigh of relief, and everyone crossed back over to the Pearl as quickly as they could, hearing the confused shouts from the Helio already.
"Weigh anchor!" Jack shouted when he got back to the Pearl, his crew dragging back the planks as the last pirate got aboard. Jack pulled Payton closer to himself, putting a protective arm around her shoulders.
"Heading Capt'n?" Gibbs sidled up to Jack's side, nodding to Payton.
"Anywhere away from here!"
"Aye Capt'n!"
"As fer you…" Payton looked up in shock to find Jack's dark eyes on her. "Yer commin' with me…" He growled lowly as he pulled her towards his cabin. Payton shivered in a mix of anxiety and… something else entirely.
Jack shut the cabin door behind them, and pushed her, gently, but insistently, over to the bed.
"Jack, wha-?" He interrupted her question by kissing her soundly, making her lay back on the bed.
"There'll be no need fer talkin', savvy?" He pulled back from her slightly, pulling off his shirt.
"But, why-?" She tried again, only to be silenced when he place a finger to her lips.
"Shush, luv… you were right." He pulled at her shirt, removing it from her body. Payton was suddenly was very glad for the absence of light in the cabin so he wouldn't see her burning cheeks. Jack moved closer to her, having already taken off his boots. "Too much hot an' cold…" He leaned in, kissing her again. She could feel her heart rate quicken and she unconsciously moved toward him, before pushing him away five seconds later. "No, no, Jack, we can't."
"An' why not? If you go on with that class nonsense again-"
"We're… argh. We're just so different, alright?" Payton attempted to regain some semblance of control over her reactions.
"Oh? I don't think we're that different luv…" He ghosted a hand down her side, making her squirm.
"What d'you mean Sparrow?" Her breathing was getting heavier, it was getting harder and harder not to give over to lust.
"Well, we're both on a pirate ship, an' we 'ave both been spending the past couple o' months stealin', pillagin', lootin', whichever strikes your fancy… Tha', and ye seem to have a love of all things shiny… not ta mention an attraction to a certain dashing pirate captain…"
Payton growled in frustration. "Jack! Could you perhaps go five seconds without being a total ass?!"
He chuckled, taking off her boots slowly. "Now luv, that's just my charm. Asides, would you still love me without my charm?"
"You're deluded." She looked away from him, missing the devious look in his eyes.
"Nah, just… daft." He moved his hand up and squeezed an exposed breast, eliciting a surprised gasp from Payton. She slapped his hand away.
"Oi! I really cannot stand you!"
Which is why you're still laying half naked in my bed luv… "Keep tellin' yerself that luv. Just keep telling yerself that." His hands deftly undid the makeshift belt that held her pants up, caressing her skin as he went.
"W-why are you doing this to me?" Her voice had a slight tremor to it, making Jack look up at her face for a moment, sensing a more serious note to the question.
He paused a moment, seeming to be considering it. He then removed her pants entirely, eyes feasting on her body. He leant back towards her, pinning her to the bed with his body. "Would you've preferred me ta leave ye to die next time?" He whispered.
"I… I could've gotta out myself."
He grinned. "Oh, aye, sure luv. I don't doubt you in the least."
She glared at him reproachfully. "You don't believe me in the least either, do you Jack?"
"Now now, never said that luv… but now that ye mention, aye, I don't believe you in least."
"Ugh!" She squirmed below him, trying to get out from under him, quickly giving up. Instead, she appeased her anger by sending him a glare. "You're incorrigible!"
"Nay luv," He chuckled. "Ye be confused. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?" He leant down and kissed her again, surprising away a retort she held on the tip of her tongue. After a couple of moments, she kissed back eagerly, and Jack divested himself of his pants. "Now… enough of this can't. I'm thinkin' that you're too far gone ta care anymore."
She dragged him down for another kiss, running her hands along his smooth skin. He grinned into the kiss, and caressed her. Yes, this was something they should have done long ago.
He pulled back, and she looked at him, confused. He smiled, then began to kiss down her body, further and further, making her gasp as he went. Finally, he lay between her legs, and looked up at her, pulling the rings from his fingers. Gently, he rubbed against her core, making her groan quietly. He smirked, gently inserting a finger. She was warm, and wet, and very ready. He inserted another finger, then slowly began to pump in and out, making her squirm. He watched her reactions as he moved, first slowly, then quickly, then slowly again, teasing her. She arched her back, and sent him a pleading look amidst the gasps and near silent moans. He leaned down, and quickly found what he was looking for – a tiny nub of skin, easily overlooked. A flick against it was enough to tell Jack it was what he was looking for as Payton arched her back again. Still moving his fingers, Jack began to lick and suck on the nub, causing Payton to close her eyes in ecstasy. However, much sooner than she would've liked, he pulled away, removing his fingers and repositioning himself above her.
"Your first?" He asked hesitantly, almost too quietly to hear.
"Uh… uh huh." She replied, still feeling the effect he had on her.
"I'll go slow." He promised, moving his waiting head against her opening. She bucked her hips towards his length, and it took all his strength not to simply thrust inside. Slowly, gently, he slid in, allowing her time to adjust to his size. Finally, he was buried to the hilt, and groaned at the slick tightness which encased him.
Then Payton moved her hips again, and he nearly lost it.
He clamped his eyes closed tightly, and waited, his breath coming in jagged pants. When he opened his eyes, he could feel Payton drawing on his chest, and he growled lowly at her less than innocent expression. "Devious wench…" He moved in her, now causing her to cry out, closing her eyes and arching her back from the unexpected pleasure. Then he stopped, causing her to look at him through half-lidded eyes, mouth slightly open as she gasped for air.
"P-please…"
"You want more?" He asked ingenuously, a sparkle in his eye that bellied that his intentions were not innocent in any way.
"Y-yes, please… More Jack, more." She begged him, writhing below him.
"As you wish luv." He continued thrusting into her, relishing the feeling of control over her. As he moved, she groaned, and pulled at his hair, hands moving over his back, up and down as he moved in and out of her. Gradually, he moved faster and faster, her gasps for air mingling with his own.
"Jack…" She moaned.
"Aye luv?" He responded breathlessly.
Payton gasped. "D-don't stop."
"Didn't even cross my mind." He replied, focussing on moving, on the feeling, on the bliss, a rapture bordering on agony, that he felt. He heard her cry out as she came, and he sped up to join her, releasing his seed into her. Completely exhausted, he fell to the side of her, pulling her close to him as she pulled blankets over the two of them. Then, still in the afterglow, they fell asleep beside each other.
Yay unexpected random sex scene! Please review, again, sorry for the extremely long delay.