LOOK OUT. We are about to get kinky! ;) ... And sad :(
As always I wake up, and attend to my work. It's quite boring. I'd rather be playing around on the top deck, smelling the sea, watching the crew… seeing Jones. Much more exciting then cooking, and cleaning all day, obviously. I'm tired, bored, and quite frankly feel disgusting. Washing myself with a wet cloth doesn't make me feel better. The captain has a bath tub in his cabin. I know he'd let me use it, for a price that is. He's not the only charmer aboard this ship. I'll ask tonight.
I was serving Jones, Gibbs, and Quartermaster, as usual. They were playing a game called Liars Dice. It's a game of chance and deception. Players would throw their dice in a cup and guess the number of a number on their top faces. The game included every player's dice, and wagers were made by each. I watched them play, laughing and accusing each other of lying. I enjoyed watching Jones laugh. He had a handsome smile; it made my heart jump. I wonder if any of my features made his heart leap. Jones caught me staring at him; he grinned and winked. I roll my eyes, and smile. After a while, Gibbs and Quartermaster retire. They bid goodnight, and leave the cabin. I walk over to the table, and begin cleaning up. I reach for Jones's cup, but he catches my hand instead. I stop and look up to him, giving him a confused look.
"You wanna play?" he asks nodding towards the cups, and dice.
"Are you challenging me, captain?" I say taking my hand back and grabbing his tankard. He laughs.
"I guess you could say that. Sit." I sigh and lie the tray down on the table beside us. Resting my chin on my hand, I ask.
"The wager?"
"Hm." He leans back in his chair. "If I win, I get a kiss."
"You want a kiss?" I ask.
"Aye, unless you want me to keep stealing them from you." I think about it for a moment, and then realize, I knew exactly what I wanted.
"Fine. And if I win, you let me use your bath whenever I want."
"Deal." He said with a dark chuckle.
To make things short, I lost. The pirate beat me; which of course isn't surprising. He's played this game lord knows how many times, and I've played it once. My chances were low. He stares at me with a victorious grin.
"Sorry, I won lass."
"I know, a deals a deal."I say leaning forward. He looks watches me closely, a hand on his chin.
"Tell ya what." He says leaning forward too. "Kiss me, and I'll let you use my tub." I look at him suspiciously.
"How many times?" I ask.
"I believe that depends on how well you kiss me." He says, with a devilish grin. "Deal?"
"Deal." I say quickly agreeing. This was a win-win for the both of us. If one kiss gets me unlimited baths, I'd take it. And, hey, kissing the man won't be half bad either. I stand up and walk around the table to where he was sitting. He watches my every move. I lift my leg, over, and slowly sit on his lap. Placing my hands on his shoulders, I feel his on my hips; he gives a tug pulling me closer to him. I bite my lip and raise my hands to his scruffy cheeks. I then slowly dip my head barley letting our lips touch, teasing him. I hear him almost growl for more. I then press harder, and begin rocking my hips into his. I feel his hand go in my hair, pulling me forward into the kiss. I begin to match his pace, and we attack each other. His tongue demands for entrance, and I grant it. They both wrestle for dominance. After a minute or two, I slow down. As I pull away I bite his lip gently, I feel him grin. I lean back and look at him, with big lovable eyes. "So." I say catching my breath. "How many baths is that?" He smiles approvingly.
"As many as you want."
We finally are docked at a small port, near somewhere in the Bahamas. I cannot wait to get off this boat and on to dry land. Tituba and I have to go to a small market and stock up. We've been running low on food, which caused smaller meals for the gents, which made them a bit grumpy. But thankfully we won't have to deal with that anymore. Once Tituba and I return from the market, I help but things in order in the kitchen. Knowing Jones is going in town for trading business, his cabin will be empty, and I'm going to take full advantage of it. I gather a large cloth, and sneak across the deck, as casual as possible, then slip into his cabin. It was quiet and dim; very relaxing. I go to the corner where his fancy tub is. I see soaps, and sponges, and almost jump with excitement. I turn the hot water on, and it begins to fill up the tub. While it's filling, I strip of my dress, fold it and place it on a small table nearby. Sitting into the water made me almost moan. I look to see that he has a curtain attached to a rod that goes around the perimeter of the tub, so no one could see you bathing. I lean forward pull it around, so that I was in my own little secret space. After a few minutes I begin washing my hair, and body, slowly taking my time. After dunking myself underwater, rinsing myself of all the bubbles, I continue to lie there, and just relax. I begin to dose off, but the powerful sound of the cabin door slamming open jumps me awake.
"Damn it!" It was Jones; he's back from the market early! "Bloody. Fucking. Damn it!" I can't let him see me like this; best just stay quiet till he leaves. I lie there like a statue, not moving a muscle, or making a sound. I wonder why he's so angry. I hear more footsteps and the door shutting lightly.
"Captain, I'm sure he's got a good reason."
"Unless he's dead, then there's no good reason, Gibbs." Killian hisses. I hear his body collapse into his old rickety chair. "I just want this fucking debt settled, already. Having to deal with letting Fletcher take whatever he wants, when he sees me stresses the living hell out of me."
"I know. I'll have the crew go look for Flashby. Once we find him, he'll tell you where Fletcher is, then you can do whatever you want with him; Kill, torture, whatever. " Gibbs says assuring. I hear Jones sigh, and then the clink of what I assume is a rum bottle. "Now, let's cheer you up, eh?" The sound of classes, and liquid spilling in heard. "So, what's going on between you and Ms. Emily? You fancy her?" My eyes shoot wide open at the sound of my name. I hear Jones' dark chuckle.
"I wouldn't say fancy, more desire. I'd do anything to just throw her on this desk and take her till she begs." My minds racing a million miles a minute, just trying to process what's going on and being said.
"So," he says unsure. "You have… feelings?" My breath gets caught in my chest. I wait in suspense for his answer.
"Feeling? Ha! Of course not, she's just my play thing." He says. Gibbs just grunts. The sound of the door slamming open again; It was quartermaster.
"Captain! Davy thinks he saw Flashby at the edge of town." He says. The rustle of chairs being pushed against wood, and footsteps quickly leaving the cabin, is the last thing I heard, and then silence. I was so upset it hurt. My throat began to burn, and heart sped up. My stomach began to tighten, and lungs felt like they were closed. Tears began to rush from my eyes faster than I ever thought possible. It's the worst pain I've ever felt. It's the pain of my heart breaking. Bloody fucking damn it, indeed.
After sneaking out of Jones's cabin, with an absolute rage I continued to my duties. The pure anger that rushed through my veins was almost painful to endure. How could I have been so stupid? He's a pirate; they lie, they cheat, and they steal. They weren't capable to feel, I guess. If he thinks he can fool me now, he's dead wrong.