Out of Here


Is there anybody going to listen to my story
All about the girl who came to stay?
She's the kind of girl you want so much it makes you sorry,
Still you don't regret a single day.

Ah girl, girl…

-Girl by the Beatles-


Jack had made love to Eva until she had cried for mercy, once in each of his ears. He'd touched and kissed every last pore of her skin, dwelling in specific places, places he was slowly growing to love more than others. The inside of her thighs for example, which now, in waking under a black, midnight ceiling and cotton sheet, left her rubbing at them, remembering the sensation his lips and teeth had made there.

Her body turned in the bed until she heard the scratch of a compass point to charting paper and raised her head. Jack was at his table, his honey-skinned back slightly turned from the bed and unconscious of her waking behind him. He was focused on whatever he was mapping and she was happy for it. A plan was exactly what was needed now, as the Pearl sat anchored still in the night harbor of a Company infested town. She just didn't know that part yet.

Very quietly, she slipped from the bed, pulling his discarded tunic down her bare skin. It was long and sizeable enough to act as a good enough cover, falling to her mid-thighs and hiding her hands altogether. She tiptoed toward the back of his chair, sneaking in to cover his eyes with her warm hands. He jumped a little at first, but grinned when he felt secure under her arms.

"Guess who?"

Eva's teasing whisper in his ear made him grow hard within an instant, something he could hardly control anymore.

"King George, is that you?"

She shook her head at him and leaned over the chair closer, feeling the heat of his bare shoulders in the space where his shirt draped at her breasts.

"Guess again."

"Hmm…" Jack teased back, moving his hands up to cover hers "…Aphrodite perhaps?"

"Oh and what I'm sure you would give for a Greek goddess in your bed, Captain."

He pulled her hands away as he tilted his head back against the chair to see her eyes hovering over him.

"I ave' a perfectly suitable one in me bed already."

"Well how fortunate for you indeed!"

He tugged at the sleeve of his shirt on her and brought her around the chair, giggling, as she fell across his lap sideways and clung to his neck for safety.

"I must say…" he let his hands run the course of her long legs, coming up to stop and grip onto the dirty hem of his shirt against her thighs. "…I like this look on you, darling."

Eva beamed and whipped her body around to wrap her legs about him in the chair. Her arms remained on his neck, pulling him forward as she fell back toward the desk ledge, their lips nearly touching.

"Maybe I could further test its popularity on deck come fall of morning?"

"No."

"No? You are a greedy man."

"Within good reason, yes I am."

Her crooked smile met his hot mouth.

"And so is your intention to cage me yet again?"

"You do make quite a fine pet, with that lovely song voice o' yers…"

Jack nodded and forced her lips to come closer as he tasted them each softly. His rough hands eased the shirt away from her thighs around him, as he traced the outline of her sides and back underneath. Eva breathed as much as she could when he kissed her firmly. All she could do was imitate the action the same; something she didn't mind.

"You make me sing, Jack."

"And on that note…" he began, letting his jeweled hands ride up her legs to pinch at the skin where he knew her tattoo was freshly settled, "…let us not waste another moment without fair gander at that little sparrow o' yours in the candlelight..."

She sighed against his advance with a giggle and asked, "Was it a fair choice for ink, to match yours? Or is it so a forward motion on my part as to turn you from me?"

"Let it be forward. In fact, let it be so forward as t' allow me the gift o' hearing ye cry out like a chirping bird for the rest of the night…" he groaned as he squeezed her hips harder to him. "I long t' see it again and again."

Eva ran her hands across both his cheeks, leaving soft pecks on his nose and brow and eyes. But before he could take the moment any father, Eva rose and turned back around in his lap. She sat comfortably on his legs with hers draped to each side as she leaned over his table of messy charts, staring wildly.

"Tell me where we're headed first."

Jack's arms were warm around her waist as he pressed his chin to her shoulder blade, glancing over at the same view of countless compass markings. Her fingertips followed the paths, imitating two little feet walking the route and it made him smile and kiss her skin where his shirt bared it.

"Well if you'll so allow me t' find this treasure o' yours…then we're sailing t' Ireland."

"Ireland, now?"

"Aye. Just as soon as I round th' men from town."

"And you want to find Grace's cache, on Clare Island?"

"Don't you?"

She looked closer at the maps, her eyes sketching the boundaries of Ireland and its tiny out-skirted islands. She found Clare Island and pressed her index finger on it, glancing over her shoulder to see Jack's hopeful eyes.

"Of course I want to find it."

"I sense there's more t' it though."

"Quite a bit more." She fell back against his chest from the desk with sigh. "There's Daniel."

Jack knew this is what it was and was loathe to say it for himself; he had wanted to hear it from her. Her head rested under his chin as his arms swarmed her with kisses.

"What o' him, Eva? E's a sea behind us."

"He is for now, unless he's sent officers in his place. Do not you think he'll make a chase?"

"I would only hope the man would be smart enough t' chase after you."

She tried to smile at his sweet words but found it was too hard under the circumstances.

"My being here is putting your ship and crew at a great risk. And it's weighing heavy on my head already."

"The risk is my own. It was my choice to swindle ye away on the Pearl, an' twill be my decision the same when the Navy shows face."

Eva shook her head in distress and moved out of his arms to walk across the room, spinning around in confused circles for a long time. He watched her carefully with an upturned brow of his own as he glanced from the painted Irish coast on the maps to her body swaying under his shirt in the low candlelight. When he came to a sudden, silent conclusion, he rose and met in her in the middle of the space between the bed and desk. His hands were firm on her arms as he stopped her movement.

Eva looked into his eyes as they stared down at her and swallowed hard on her confusion, before falling into a wild plan that dizzied him.

"Don't do this. Take me somewhere, Jack. I'll hide out until any threats have passed over or until Daniel finds reason to believe I've been killed or something…"

"And then wot'?"

Her eyes tightened at his question. "I don't know. But you and the Pearl will be safe again."

"No." Jack shook his head and massaged her shoulders. "M' never safe, Eva. I was at risk long before I brought you back t' this ship."

"So why increase the risk and make it all the more imperative for the Company to find you? That's foolish."

"Then I accept being a right fool."

Her eyes rolled once before he brought his face down close to hers.

"A fool for you."

Eva sighed with a one strong tear in her eye. "Jack…"

"I want ye with me on this ship, no matter who tries t' take asunder. Something about you being ere'…it…"

He paused, glancing away in exhausted thought as she bit her lip in a stare.

"What?"

Too afraid to speak any further, he only clarified again, holding her firm and seriously. "I won't toss you off this ship a second time, an' especially not on some random spit o' land. You'll stay an' together we'll find the Clare Island hoard."

"We will."

It was a clear statement, not a question or wonder. Eva accepted his terms, only half understanding his reasons behind them. Jack hadn't said anything further than his wanting her to be on the ship to find the treasure. Even his hesitation and strange way of coming to the conclusion, she brushed aside on purpose to save her mind from having to analyze it. Like Jack in so many ways, Eva had little tolerance for emotional scrutiny; especially of others feelings.

"I'll stay for now then."

"Good."

He nodded and turned for the charts again. He wasn't sure he preferred her words, 'for now'. But he forced the thought away and noticed when he'd taken a seat again, that she came in to lean on the corner of his table, watching his movements over the maps. With a wicked smile, he eventually turned his face back up to the source of his every beautiful break in concentration.

"Something else, love?"

"Yes."

Her fingers swept over his mustache as he grinned in waiting.

"I want you to promise me that when the moment has passed, when this has passed over in your mind…" she made a close wave of her hand to gesture at their position together. "…that you'll tell me. I won't be a burden to you Jack. I couldn't possibly let myself do that. You're a free man, quite a charming free man at that, and I understand more now than ever the importance of freedom. Don't feel that you have to keep me here just because--"

He was confused and delighted and altogether aflame from her spinning web of speech, and took the liberty of hushing her worried mind with his hand on the nape of her neck, pulling her mouth down to his. Eva drained him body and spirit no matter the technique she had of doing it. Whether it was words or kisses or legs on fire, she filled him up like only rum and the sea had ever attempted. She had him wrapped around her ever calling finger. She had him torn to pieces and ripped to shreds with every little smile and touch.

His tongue wove around inside of her mouth, treating it like it was his new safe haven, a new reserve for his load of toiling thought and bitter digression. He pulled her closer to him, his hand locked on her scalp through the thick curls. She moaned against his lips and he felt his bare feet sink through the wooden floor. She surrendered her tongue to him and he could hear the oceans spill over in his mind.

Jack wrapped his arm about her waist and scooted her quickly to sit on the ledge of the desk in front of him. Eva pulled back from his mouth to hold his cheeks in her hands and catch a quick breath. He sat still in the chair below her, his lips coming to rest on her bared knee from under his shirt, kissing it lightly.

"Ardent interlude though it may be…" she sighed with a grin as he stood up and between her legs. "…I still desire your promise."

"Promise of wot'? Of casting you aside with fair warning?"

Her eyes crossed in confusion but she eventually nodded quick, "Yes. That."

"No," he returned and walked away from her, making his own contribution to the back and forth movement in the cabin.

Eva jumped down from the desk and followed after him this time, nearly falling into his back when he stopped abruptly at the bed.

"So you won't make the promise. Then surely that can only mean you plan to toss me off without a warning."

He stood tall and didn't move. She watched the scars down his back twitch when he breathed deep.

"I don't mind. I truly don't, Jack. Why ever would I expect you to want to spend the whole of your time with me?"

He spun around quick, staring her down with intense eyes. She gulped and finalized.

"I'm one woman of many in this world."

"You're right."

Her eyes widened with shock as he stepped closer.

"You're one woman o' too many. I ave' to wade through a million o' them in me mind this moment alone."

"I'm satisfied then to know your memory is of worth."

"No." His hands came in to hold her shoulders, pulling her into him. "Listen t' me."

She did.

"I swim through a sea of names an' pretty faces and still I only want t' think and see yours."

Eva shivered in his hands, fearful of the turn the conversation was taking. None so different from his fear though.

"You drive me mad from sunrise t' set, without a day of relief."

Confused, she softly replied in question of him. "My apologies?"

"No, no." He raised a finger at her. "Don't apologize for something beyond your power."

"But it is--"

"No darling, s'not."

"Oh no?"

She crossed her arms inside of his, tapped her foot and raised an eyebrow up at him.

"How could you know th' rush in me head? How could you know…how much I feel when you're around me…how much I--"

His voice and lips over hers were cut short by a loud banging at the cabin doors.

"Jack Sparrow!"

Jack growled low and moved Eva behind him, pushing his chest out and whispering angrily at the door, "Captain."

Eva pulled on his bare arm, nearly scratching as the door shook violently.

"Jack…"

"Sh. It's fine."

"You are to open this door straight away and release the girl!"

His mind rushed as quickly as could be managed, he darted his eyes to the desk where his effects lain, and shuddered with a movement to grab them. The crashing of glass in the cabin doors startled him though and he and Eva turned back to see a hand reaching into one of the small broken squares and unlocking the door. Jack grabbed hold of Eva's waist tight seconds before the door swung back against the wall, with more glass crashing and half dozen red coated men moved with bayonets, shouting.

"Let her go, Sparrow!"

One of the first men, ripped Eva away from Jack and bundled her into his huge arms without concern for her being half nude.

"Jack! No! Stop it, let me go!"

She screamed out for him and he could do nothing, as two other men came in and forced him against a nearby wall, placing the freshly sharpened edge of a sword to his throat.

"No…Jack!"

He watched as she struggled in the large man's arms, draped with a sheet from the bed, and tears streaming from her sapphire eyes. A pain ripped through him all too suddenly and he choked to shout out against the tight blade at his Adam's apple.

"You're mine, Eva! He can't ave' you!"

The two men forced him the wall more roughly, grunting out arguments to his passionate call. Above the noise of ransacking and screaming, he could also hear Dill barking. He saw the small mutt nipping at the heels of the large man who disappeared back to the deck with Eva, as the lead officer of the pack came to stand between the two holding him, and smirked like a soldier with a promotion in his near future.

"Jack Sparrow, you are being seized per the King's own request for your crimes upon these seas and your latest conquest and theft of Miss Evangeline Marley."

Jack grunted against the blade and men's hands on him, as he wriggled to get free and run after the men who had Eva. But it didn't work, so instead he spit at the Lieutenant in front of him.

"Theft without dispute from th' lady isn't a crime at all, mate."

The man scowled at Jack, his catch of a short lifetime.

"A theft of another man's well suited interest, to be quite accurate about it, rouge. And because said gentleman is a proper earner for the Crown, the felony here is an obvious one."

He came in close with harsh breath on Jack's nose as he continued crudely.

"Whatever you had planned to do to the young lady, and however it came to be that you swindled her of her clothing in your cabin, you can rest assured, Sparrow, it will all be taken before the court as you walk the steps of the noose."

The man had the opportunity to take one last breath before he made his conclusion.

"You will hang this time, undoubtedly."

The word slithered from his proper lips and slapped Jack in the face for a short second. For it could have been no longer an amount of time that passed before a loud shot rang out from behind them and the left cheek of the Navy officer in front of him, his enemy, shattered and created a mist of blood upon everyone in range.

Jack's eyes grew wide as the Lieutenant fell to the floor under his feet and as he got a clear view through the smoke. Standing with an arm still raised, a gun still pointing toward the scene and an angry scowl on their face, was a gypsy in a sheet.

"Step away from him."

She aimed the pistol toward the two men holding Jack to the wall and cocked it back again. They hesitated to let go but each released his body when they watched her come in closer to them, a readied look of anything but fear on her face. She was prepared to kill them all if need be. Instead though, she gave them strict orders as Jack stood mesmerized, befuddled, and falling deeper into the emotional situation he had tried to deny.

"Take off your coats and boots."

The men looked to each other nervously, but with their only authority bleeding to death on the floor and their fellow officers out of sight and probably as equally dead, they began to remove their clothing. They left their hats, red coats, boots and weapons in a large pile in the middle of the room. Jack was still beside himself and smiling like a child.

Eva stepped closer when they had finished.

"Raise your hands to your heads and walk."

They again, did as they were told, and walked in only their socks and breeches through the doorway of the cabin and back to the deck. Eva kept them in line with the pistol drawn behind as Jack followed her out with his sword drawn. He could have taken over the task easily, but saw no point to bother when she was doing such a brilliant job at making him harder with delight by the second.

The Navy officers reached the gangplank after weaving through three bodies of their fellow officers, and Eva walked them all the way down the pier until she had them at the very end before town again.

"I'm letting you both go free. But you are to tell whoever sent you to find me, that I am dead and that the hunt must cease here. Do you understand?"

The two young men nodded quick and slowly inched away from her. When there was a safe enough distance, Eva watched the two of them running in their stockings back into the darkness of the town and laughed at them. Placing safety on the pistol, she let it swing back and forth as she pranced back down the docks in only a sheet for the ship. When she made it up the plank once again, a wide smile shining under the moonlight, she caught sight of Jack where she had left him, eyes and mouth gaping at the three large men painting his deck crimson.

He looked up when he saw her and just shook his head.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"Is that all ye ave' to save for yourself?"

"They misjudged my force is all."

He laughed at her, beside himself still. "Hell indeed hath no fury tonight, eh?"

"Indeed." She smiled and moved to wrap her arms firmly around him. "Hell cannot match my fury for protecting you. Even when scorned."

Jack consumed her in a huge hug and laughed; both of them standing in the middle of a mine field.

"I believe it."


It took less than an hour for Jack and Eva to round the crew from the few taverns in town and bring them back to the ship. Orders were made for them to clean up and dispose of the mess of officers on the ship, as well as to prepare for sailing out of port. Jack watched over the operation on deck for a while, but Eva went to the cabin exhausted.

It wasn't an easy sleep she took however, since the rest of the night was spent with the Pearl fighting its way through a horrid ocean storm as they moved from the British coast for the open Irish waters next door. Eva didn't know this part though and could only focus on trying to still her dizzying head in the pillows of the mattress as the ship swayed and cracked against the squalls. And it was in this position that she finally passed out.

Another hour or so dwindled and the rains slowed enough for Jack to relax the wheel back into Cotton's hands for the remainder of the journey. He was halfway down the stairwell, drenched and headed for the cabin when he ran into Gibbs.

"Gibbs, keep er' following the British curve. Don't call me again until we've made it t' Galway. Remember how t' get there, don't ye?"

"Aye Cap'n. Are we takin' to salvation or is there a promise o' coin t' come?"

"Hopefully both."

Gibbs nodded with a smile and before Jack could turn into the cabin, he offered one more inquiry, something the entire crew was curious about.

"Did ye really take on th' lot o' those redcoats alone, Jack?"

He wasn't sure why Gibbs sounded so unsure, so surprised by such a thing since he'd accomplished much more complicated tasks before. But he smiled a little, held up his hands in surrender and replied.

"Wasn't me, mate."

Together their heads turned to the cabin doors that hid Eva, and while Jack found himself holding back from laughing, Gibbs eyes only grew wide in shock.

"S'not possible."

"Not possible…not probable…" Jack glanced back at the older man and pushed open the door of the cabin. "…but I swear t' you, she did."

He left his older friend hanging on the profound clue to Eva's true character, something that neither of them could deny would be what gave them every reason to keep her aboard, despite her being a female. Jack moved inside and closed the cabin door behind him. He looked across the room toward the bed where Eva was keeled over from fatigue, her arm hanging off the side of the mattress, her body spread out belly-down and her face hidden in a pillow and under her hair.

Th' sight I worship…he thought to himself with a smile as he began stripping his wet clothes and replacing them with dry ones. Before he could make it back to the bed and slide under the covers with her, Eva stirred awake drunkenly and sat up to wait for him. A second later he turned with fresh breeches on and nothing more to catch her sparkling eyes melting into his.

"Did the storm pass?"

"Mmhm." He nodded and crawled onto the end of the mattress toward her.

"And where is she heading now?"

He landed in the middle of the bed and fell down to his back.

"Gibbs is sailing her t' Ireland."

Eva looked down at him with her hand stroking his bare, tired chest.

"Right now?"

"Aye. Headed for Clare Island."

"Grace. The treasure?"

He nodded up at her with a gold-glinted smirk.

"Still interested?"

"Don't tease me, Jack."

He reached up wearily and let the pad of his thumb brush over her lower lip.

"I don't tease when it comes t' gold, love."

She smiled wide and dropped her mouth and body across his, not kissing but speaking softly.

"I'm satisfied knowing as much."

"So that's a 'yes Jack, let's find th' treasure now, please'?"

She laughed at his lips and bit down on the bottom one. He was suckered into her playfulness this way and only thrown aback by one thing; one thing that made his entire body tense with desire when Eva whispered stormily through her nibbling, piratical teeth, "Aye."