Swimming in Sunshine
I looked up, there she stood
I say, didn't look so great, I say you look good.
Aw she took her hand, ran it up my thigh
And said, Captain you ready for the wild ride?
I was crawling cross' the floor, I was trying to leave
When I felt something tugging what was left of my sleeve
I heard a little voice with a gold plated vibe
Say I bought a ticket for the wild ride.
-Wild Ride by Kenny Chesney & Joe Walsh-
Eva forgave Jack for his rash decision as easily as any other woman would, as easily as she imagined any woman would at least. She didn't know what to expect when Daniel finally lost hope enough to start a search. Jack had insisted that both Teague and Elizabeth had given their full promise to not say a word in the matter and remain in shock when the rest of the island did. And because she'd come to know the both of them as well, she knew their confidence was sacred in the matter. But still, the nervousness lingered.
For a half a week, they bartered time for safety by sailing aimlessly throughout the islands of the South China Sea, stopping here and there at markets and stock towns, trying to get a feel for what the East India's business was and whether any of their marked ships seemed to be on the lookout for a beautiful dark haired woman with sparkling blue eyes and piratical company. Thankfully, none of them had been assigned to the task yet and it helped Eva breathe a little easier as they journeyed further.
They hadn't set a sure plot for Grace O' Malley's treasure, and it was just as well. Eva assumed Jack was holding out in light of the seriousness of his having 'kidnapped her'. And Jack assumed that Eva would hit him or worse, jump ship, if he even brought it up. So he waited, but it was continuously burning at the back of his mind. Whenever she wasn't that is.
By mid-week, as they slipped into the darkened waters of Thailand's outer miles, the bed in Jack's cabin had become little more than a distraction for the both of them. Whenever he wasn't sailing, he was charting courses with her through the sheets. And whenever Eva wasn't helping on deck or sewing together her bohemian fashions with the silks he'd found for her in India on his last trip, she was begging him to do nothing but rip her clothes off and teach her how best to pillage.
On this coming morning, somewhere in his head, Jack was lost on a rolling sea, alone and without anyone to care what happened to him or the ship. He was fighting the storm, his grip firm on the wheel, his mind secured to the sails in the gusting, wet wind and the lighting that struck at the dipping bow every few minutes. Jack was in a powerful place, one he'd been a million times in or out of his dreams, but this time, he felt the final magnitude of his power. Nothing could pull him down from it; nothing, except that which he couldn't have planned for.
He tried to stir awake from the place he thought he had been, and felt the warm sun on his face dragging him from there harshly. With a short moan, he attempted to stretch, but found it undoable. When his eyes shot open to search for what felt like missing arms, he found something unbearably intriguing.
Bound by well knotted rope to the headboard, were each one of his struggling wrists. He pried his eyes open further, pulling at the rope and trying to find Eva.
"Well done, pixie…" he chuckled, tugging to slither his wrists free from impossibility. "…won't ye give ole' Jack another?"
He spoke too soon and far too flighty. For not a second passed, before he suddenly felt a raging storm again, but this time, down below in the trenches of a sea he couldn't quite see. He groaned out with a belt of laughter as he felt the tactfully warm fingertips of a hidden being sliding along his hardened flesh beneath the blankets. Throwing his head back to the pillows, Jack let his legs twitch as they may, gripping to the body he felt between his thighs and out of sight.
Short of breath he attempted to mask what she was doing with words. "Do tell where ye learned t' tie a…" he felt a smooth squeeze around his stifling shaft and urged with more growling laughter before finding oxygen enough to finish, "…a reef knot…like this?"
Upon lifting his head again finally, he saw the sheets rustle from where his desperation clung, and a mess of dark curls popped out. Eva turned her face up with a bite of her lip to hide the smile she drew, and Jack nearly lost control at the way her blue eyes sparkled in the most unlikely of positions and places. Her hand was holding his cock, her mouth as near to it as he could have possibly fantasized, and all of it real for once.
"Your father taught me." She finally replied with a wicked grin and raised brow.
Jack's eyes rolled back in his head to the pillow once more. "Aha…" he breathed, feeling her fingers weaving over his sensitive, moist tip, "…for a ship no doubt."
"Of course. What else for but that?"
Her teasing added fury to the fire in him and he bucked his hips as he felt her breath coming in closer to his pleading arousal. One she herself had surely produced during his sleep.
"Eva, I hope there's a result t' come o' this mockery."
"Always, Jack."
And with her final words, he raised his head just enough to watch her tender and wet lips descend upon his solid flesh. Her eyes were wide and glittering in the early sunlight, focused on his hazy black ones the entire time she consumed him. Her tongue matched the motion of her lips downward, as she tasted the underside of him, making his eyes nearly jump from their sockets. When she could tell he was growing far too content with the sensation, she dangerously pulled away and smiled up at him.
"Am I getting close to the desired conclusion, Captain?"
He grunted in agony and tried to reach out for her head, to put it back in place, but she just sat over him laughing. He felt like he was being scorned by the devil himself, or herself. Jack forced open his eyes and looked up at her angrily.
"Find this funny do ye?"
She nodded with a tilt of her eyes closer at him.
"And…" he shook his wrists in the rope with a howl.
Eva hovered across his chest, moving her hands up to his bare neck slowly, with her fingers doing a dance on his sweating skin. As she did this, she also moved her face back down to the place he wanted it, letting her tongue lap at the raised, begging tip of his cock again. Jack shivered under her, the sensation of her fingertips on his peaked nipples and her tongue swirling across the other peak, were nearly too much. What did him in though, was the way she watched his every move with those wide sapphires.
"I've died an' gone t'…." he couldn't get it out as Eva quickly snatched hold of his tender sacs even further down below and pinched them. A gasp eclipsed from between his lips and she smiled, returning her hand to where the other one was at his chest.
Jack's hands stretched and twisted within the ropes, knocking against the headboard of the bed in a mode of desperation as she filled her mouth with all of him again suddenly, drowning his head and body in one sweep. Her fingernails too instantly dug into the heated skin on his chest, as she pulled them down in an animalistic scrape across his stomach, leaving behind a route of marks.
"Jesus, Eva!"
He shouted out as her nails landed in the softened black hairs trailing down his navel, and as his cock moved from her throat to her lips and back three times fast, at least. Jack's thighs clutched to her legs and waist between them, warning her without the words he couldn't find anyway. She moved fast against him anyway though, grazing the softly ribbed skin underneath his shaft with her teeth and taking another firm hold of the sacs that made his howl.
Thrusting his waist up at her, she swallowed all of him again, practically choking at his urgency but not necessarily minding. He even swore he saw her smile hellishly when he opened his eyes to find the heinous flame in hers. They burned bright, like fire on the widest ocean, luring him into her with every stroke of her tongue or press of his cock's head into her throat. And when he had finally found himself lost inside of her eyes, and had forgotten to focus on anything else, he was washed clean of his misery with a heady bite where it hurt most.
"…Oh dear God…"
He gritted his teeth with a boiling groan, forcing himself to ignore her glare and let wave after wave of insistent release cover him, while Eva's mouth never stopped moving. Her hands smoothed over the trembling skin of his stomach when she finally moved her mouth away, easing him into a congenial relaxation on the sheets. She slid up his body, bound in nothing but the sweetest, softest skin, and laid down upon him with her nipples tickling his chest and her ear to his heart, counting the beats it took to steady him again.
Jack lips and nose were pressed into her hair, inhaling the scent as tonic for what she'd done to him. His wrists were still knotted up and his fingers growing blue from lack of blood, but he paid it little attention in comparison to the way her curves felt against his tingling skin.
"Not a bad way t' wake up." He finally joked, hearing her giggle on his chest.
Her response though wasn't something he would have chosen for himself. Eva rose after a few lingering moments and slid down from his body to the floor, covering him modestly with the sheet before turning to throw on one of her dresses and head for the door.
"Uhh…darlin'?"
Jack's brow was inquisitive and almost petrified when she spun back slightly with a mouth-watering grin. He rattled his knuckles in the rope against the headboard at her.
"Plannin' on letting me go first?"
She shook her head and reached behind her seductively for the doorknob.
"Eva…" he warned but to no avail.
She twisted it and pulled the door free from the frame, ready to disappear with nothing but a smile. A charming scowl came to his face as he looked deep into her eyes from the other side of the cabin, still testing her actions.
"Don't leave this room. Come back here an' untie me!"
Eva bit her lip hard to keep from laughing and just stared at him before whispering and sliding out of the doorway.
"I've heard you can escape chains and the noose Jack…this should be quite an effortless task."
And at that, he watched her go, throwing his head down with a loud shout of somewhat satisfied frustration.
"Wretched devil woman!"
Outside on the deck as she closed the door behind her giggling, Eva glanced up to see a handful of working men stop what they were doing to look at her curiously, hearing the shouting of their Captain from inside.
"Not to worry, he's quite alright, merely a bit shaken from a horrid dream."
She smiled and walked toward them.
"Now…" her eyes darted over the ship, wanting nothing more than to actually help on it this day, to test all of her gained knowledge and training from the Harlot on Jack's precious Pearl. The men knew this too, from Gibbs and Jack's talk of how ferociously she sailed. "…would someone like to show me what I can do for work?"
A half dozen men jumped at her attention and heels, offering out ropes and buckets and swords of all kinds, leading her about the ship as if she were a prize of theirs, teaching her all about the fine vessel they manned each day. Eva was surprised they took to her so well this round, since before, they had eyed Elijah as nothing short of a meal or mark.
The two funny men she had come to shortly know before as Pintel and Ragetti, held each one of her arms, strolling along in argument.
"We can show ye ow' t' climb th rigging, Captain Marley."
She giggled at the title, one Jack must have induced aboard the ship.
Ragetti chanted back, "Aye…let's show er' how t' wrestle th' sails!"
"Wrestle the sails?"
Eva gave a questioning glance to each of them as they nodded excitedly, and then up into the sails and rigging, curious as ever.
"Very well then. Let the lesson commence."
After forty minutes of struggle in the ropes and another twenty just to ease the frustration of getting out of them, Jack dressed, ate some of the food that was laid out from the night before and pulled his hat down on his head before storming out of the cabin. His search was immediate, with a toss of his face back and forth across the deck, looking for a set of bared, dainty ankles. But of course, there were none and he growled under his breath.
At a distance he could hear chuckling and looked up to see a surrounding huddle of his men, all of them glancing into the sunlight, with pointed fingers and hushed interest. Jack tightened his lips in a purse when he too lifted his eyes into the sky, finding a single body tangled within the rigging, and unable to determine who it was, he stumbled in closer to the group, listening as he approached in secrecy from behind them.
"Smooth legs, like honey…those fings' would be madness wrapped round' ye."
"Ha, ain't that th' truth o' the matter. Could burn a man, fer certain."
A bunch of them nodded and Jack shook his head, almost disturbed, until he shot a glare back up into the sun. This time, the figure was notable, the ankles soft and glowing like honey indeed, silk in the sky. A snarl came to his upper lip as he continued taking in the men's comments in front of him and watching Eva dance around in the rigging.
"Grip those hips fer a ole' night an' see if ye can walk th' next day, ay?"
"Yeah, yeah…an' er' breasts too. Lord above. They be right perfect fer a good taste."
"Ah, th' finer things in life, mates."
Another set of them sighed loudly, focused the way Jack was, but he eventually digressed to turn his attention back to his ignorant, lazy, preoccupied crew. And before they could dive any further into their discussion about what they could just make out flying beneath Eva's wind-blown skirt, Jack stepped in.
"Ahem…" He coughed loudly with a grunt that made them all shift around in shock.
"Cap'n!" Pintel shouted with a salute, followed by a half dozen more around him. "We were just takin' t' the…"
Jack rolled his eyes and replied lowly, "Th' clouds, gents?"
"Aye! The clouds, sir…" He agreed in fear as they each stepped back.
"Get back t' work, the lot o' ye scabbard-dogs!"
With Jack's rambunctious shouting, they all threw themselves back to their duties, while he took a few steps closer to the rigging that Eva was still dangling from, completely unaware of the activity below. He tilted his face up to take his own, more than righteous peek at what the men had seen under the blow of the ocean breeze under her dress, and smirked to himself before reacting with a yell upward.
"Miss Marley!"
Eva's heart raced, not expecting him to call for her before the other men and she turned her face down toward the deck. Jack stood in a clear view of her moving dress hem, smiling terribly, and she grasped at the loose cotton with a shake of her head.
Below, he chuckled and shouted. "It's a bit late fer that guard, love."
To which she let her head fall back to the netted ropes, holding on tight to her dress and the rigging, and giggling a little herself as she heard Jack beckon again.
"Why not come down an' save wot's left of me crew from destitution?!"
After he said it, he glanced behind him to see the same group of men huddled close again, nearly panting. He growled at them silently and they skipped back to work, and when he turned his face up again, Eva was already halfway down to the deck, her bare toes clinging to the rope gracefully. He watched her in pure delight, favoring every bit of the training she'd been given at the Cove, and even more so, that she was performing it here on the Pearl with him rather than alone on the tiny schooner Teague had apparently gifted her. She was twice as appeasing when in her element aboard his larger ship.
Eva leapt down to the wet deck with a twirl toward Jack, and a grin over his shoulder when she saw the faces of numerous men, all desperate and brooding over her. She laughed when she met the eyes of Pintel and Ragetti, her trainers all of a half hour past. With a shake of her head at them, they nodded with sinful grins.
"It seems I've stirred something terrible in your men, I'm sorry."
Jack walked closer and took her hand, pulling her along from the proximity of his eyeing crew.
"Can't apologize for nature, Eva. They'd ave' the itch with or without yer legs for hobby."
She laughed a little and stumbled under his pace as Jack led her up the steps to the helm. Mr. Cotton moved aside when he saw the Captain and went down to the lower deck for other duties. Jack released Eva's hand to steer the wheel, and she wandered aside to lean on the rail of the ship, looking out on the crashing waves. She pondered Jack's words for a moment longer before turning about sexily, drawing his attention from the corner of his eye as he glanced to see her relaxing back on the ship.
"And what about you Jack…" she finally questioned with a purr in the wind, "…did you itch even when I was gone?"
The burn from earlier in the morning was still wearing on his head but he grinned wildly and focused back on the sea ahead. His voice was a soft whisper of an answer.
"I crave you year round, lass."
Eva laughed at him and brushed the knots out of her long hair, spinning back to focus on the water again. They stayed in their respective positions and at a fair distance for a long time, an hour perhaps, each of the thinking about details that could easily be matched up in conversation, if there had been any, which there wasn't. Jack just liked having her close by, where he could take in the scent of wild jasmine and hear her breathing every so often above the sound of the waves.
Eva eventually took a seat on the rail, letting her legs dangle with one overboard and the other inside the ship for safety. Her toes wiggled in the breeze, catching the wet mist of the water against the dark sides of the Pearl. And while she was caught up in the peace of it all, she heard a faint wisp of a call to her side.
"Pssst."
Her eyes left the water and returned to the wheel, where Jack had his face flipped back and glare locked on her. Eva smiled at him curiously as he curled his ringed index finger at her, making a quiet summon. His eyes were seductive and different than before, not half as playful as they were vital. She slid from the rail though, and slowly walked up to him at the wheel. Jack grabbed her slight waist and pulled her under his arm to stand before the wheel, placing each of her hands softly on the spokes beneath his warm palms.
"What are you doing?" She whispered back at him.
Jack pressed his body into hers, sucking in the scent of her hair and neck, squeezing his hands over her tiny knuckles. Eva laughed a little but breathed deeper with him surrounding her, and found a steady focus on the sea dead ahead. Neither of them paid any attention to the gawking crew strewn about the lower decks.
"Want t' sail er'?"
His voice was husky in her ear as she twitched with a shiver.
"You're going to let me sail your ship?" Eva's response was a shocked one. "You're going to let a woman, sail her?"
"Why not? Ye seemed t' take to me Harlot well nough'."
"True."
"An' you seem determined t' prove yerself all the time."
"Yes, but…"
"But…ye need a little coercing do ye?" Jack gave her bottom a light squeeze and she jumped with a soft yelp.
His hands steadied her on the wheel again though, as she returned in mock.
"None so different from your crew are you, Captain Sparrow?"
He laughed and pressed their bodies closer together, Eva's head resting on his shoulder, and his eyes locked on the same shoals as hers were.
"I'll bet ye can sail er' just fine. Beautifully in fact."
"Your flattery is impeccable Did you study before stealing me?"
"No, m' completely serious."
"Well in that case…" she gripped the spokes tighter under his hands, trying to push his off. "…step aside."
Jack smirked a little fearful but slowly slid his hands away, "Are ye sure?"
Eva turned her face to him sternly on purpose. "Never surer. Now get back."
"Alright," he said with a tease, moving a few feet behind her, his hands casually drifting down and off her hips.
She took over perfectly well, as well as he could have ever imagined. Her hands were fierce but soothing on the chipped and jagged spokes of the wheel. She was tender, like a mother to the ship, holding it and guiding it down into the rougher shoals with a complexity of grace that Jack had never seen in any Captain before, even himself. It was like watching a woman cradle her newborn child, stroking at its petal like mold and rearing it into the world with sensitivity and bold ambition.
Eva's hips sashayed with the turn of the ship's hull into a deeper swell, one that brought a rush of mist onto the bow, but nothing more or less than what could be expected. He smiled as his eyes matched her tilting form with his vessel's, letting the breeze that blew though her long curls carry him right back to her again. Jack slid his hands about her tiny waist, pulling her into him as she turned back proudly.
"Well?" She offered for criticism or otherwise. "Have I proven myself to you all the more?"
"Profoundly."
Jack grinned wily and tucked his face into the crook of her neck, locating the warm skin behind her ear and nipping at it. Eva's spine tingled with the sensation of his rough teeth, hot breath and bristly mustache all at once, all taking her in one satisfying bite. She felt his hands roam from her waist up the sides of her body, cupping over her bare shoulders and sliding down her arms to reach her hands on the wheel again. In all this time, as she let short gasps leave her smiling lips, Jack never tore his from her skin, refusing to waver in biting or kissing or licking wherever he saw fit.
Eva noticed the men slowly dissipating to the stock hold for food, while only a couple lingered with their tasks across the deck. None of them saw the spectacle for some reason and she wondered briefly if it was out of proper respect for their Captain or if it was merely a coincidence that Jack had taken advantage of. With a lasting nip on her ear, she breathed in deep as she saw his hat drift off of his head and his eyes shoot a sideways glance up to the corner of hers.
"What d'ya say we make er' sing?"
Eva gulped at the piercing intensity of his glare and held the wheel even tighter as his hands did the same.
"Your ship sings, Jack?"
She asked so innocently, so gullibly that it made him chuckle with a wrongful shake of his head.
"No, no…"
He carefully eased her body around, pulling her hands from the spokes of the wheel to return them only once her back was pressed to it. He laid them each upon the handles same as the night he granted her stones in the dark alleyway of Shipwreck, and the memory made her body suddenly catch aflame. Jack's face came in toward hers, his mustache brushing the smooth skin above her lip as he whispered to her.
"I meant you, darling. Let us see you sing."
Her eyes fluttered closed against the heat of his breath and he smirked knowingly at the effect he was having, the one he loved having and so quickly with Eva always. He kept his hands firm around hers, steadying the ship into a proper way over the waves, and then he removed the right one to lightly dive between their bodies and creep under the short hem of her beaded, silk festooned dress.
"You can't be serious…" she breathed hard as his hand slid against the inside of her warm thigh, "…here? With your crew drawing sentiment on the scene for themselves?"
He nodded with an easy laugh and found the moistened heat of her center, waiting just for him. His fingers danced over the surface of her folds, twisting through the soft, wet curls as he watched Eva drift back hasher into the wheel.
"You are a sight t' behold whene'er I touch you there. I'll grant ye that till the end o' time, love."
Her eyes were zipped shut as she felt him very quickly, very smoothly penetrate her with a single finger. He pushed deep inside the slick and tight cavern with a shallow grunt of his own as he pushed his chest hard into hers at the wheel, his lips gently kissing her forehead. Eva caught a good wind enough to speak and took advantage of it.
"Lord…is this retribution for a certain crude awakening?"
He laughed against the damp skin on her forehead. "No. It's fair compensation."
Eva grinned wildly as she felt his fingers draw in and out of her with rocking pleasure, touching every spot she needed and every one she hadn't thought to need so badly. Jack had entered her head again, the way only he had seemed to manage, and processed her thoughts long before she had them. A second finger drove inside when she asked silently for it with pants and soft moans on his cheek, and the pad of his thumb rubbed lightly on the underside of her aching clit. This made her grab at him with her hand that was free from his on the wheel and hold his neck tight, pulling him closer into her.
Jack sighed at the further interaction, glancing over her head only once to make sure that the waves were still there, and obviously, like the waves inside of Eva, they were well bound for miles. He carefully lifted her thigh up and tucked his arm underneath to gain a better, more fluid access to her glorified spot, the one that he saw already making her writhe in his hands.
"Jack…please, take me…" she breathed in his ear, as the sound of her clenching teeth forced his fingers to pump and twist together faster, drawing her body up higher from the ground with a sing-song moan. "Oh, yes…harder…"
And so harder he moved, diligent in every scissoring stroke he made. He focused on Eva's blinking, washed over eyes that had faded into a rich hazel blue, a color he could admit to having not seen yet. This made him mad with energy as he flicked her clit harsher and pumped up into her, causing the stir he wanted to see and feeling the muscles in her leg tighten. He slowed the pace when he felt a warm trickle of her heavenly sap on his fingers, making him smile into her cheek.
"Vang'line, you magnificent, crooning little creature."
She found herself laughing away the pleasure and desperate pain of the moment, finally able to open her eyes wide again and see the sun and waves in the distance from the stern of the ship. It was the most beautiful the ocean had ever looked to her before, and nothing she determined, nothing would ever match that first time Jack wooed her in that spot on the Pearl.
Eva felt like she was swimming in the ocean and leaping across the sun all at once. No man had made her feel that way before, and looking back into Jack's eyes put a fear in her, a fear which reminded her, despite all of the passion and kisses and intimate contact, he hadn't truly made himself hers yet either.
