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Sleep had been almost impossible, try as she might, even despite the ale. Sarah’s young man had been persuaded for a small sum to sell her his spare clothes, and Kate had them in a tight bundle under her pillow, save the long tailored coat, his Justaucorps, which he had been very reluctant to part with but now hung on the hook on the back of her door, a bandana stuffed in the pocket to cover her unruly hair.
Ok so she had never actually sailed, but she had been on plenty of ships, and several hours later she quashed any rising panic as she washed in tepid water and pulled on the breeches, shirt, vest and decidedly unwaterproof boots all while the birds were still opening one eye in their nests. It was with something like childish pleasure that she stretched her legs and moved, delighting in the freedom these clothes gave her and with what she didn’t dwell on but was a flush someplace as she glanced on the idea that all of her shape would be there for him to see. Last to go on was the knee length coat that graced her hips and refused to be buttoned and still tucking her hair into the cotton around her head she scampered down to the dock.

Kate had never, she thought, been this excited and worried all at the same time, her stomach unable to even contemplate holding food down. Nevertheless what she needed to do was not attract attention so she took to watching and walking with what she hoped was purpose until the red hull of the sloop was in her sights. Its shallow draft allowing it’s mooring at the far end of the harbour and Kate did her best to approach without a single shake of her knees

“Well I wasn’t sure that you would come, and you are up too early..” Kate quickly explored every implication in Anna Maria’s voice from somewhere below but which ever way she went it didn’t sit well until the woman appeared smiling from the hull
“I won’t tell Captain Sparrow- he has you down for a pirate…”

Kate frowned a little “why would he have thought of me?”

Anna Maria didn’t look up exactly “oh Jack has thoughts about most everything.. anyhow since you are here I will give you a short lesson in sailing…that is unless you happen to have crewed on a sloop before…”

She was teasing but Kate just grinned back, there really was no sense in pretending “I would appreciate at least how not to get in the way nor drown..the rest I will just follow you..”
Anna Maria nodded “then you’d best come aboard”

Over a period of an hour bodies staggered from the town or awoke somewhat surprisingly from piles of sails and ropes in the hold so that as the high tide lapped the stone of the dock, more people than it seemed possible were on the sloop and preparing to sail. Pockets full of gold, and caskets full of food, fresh water and more importantly Jamaican rum.

The sloop was lower and faster in the sea than any craft she had been aboard and the gusts of wind stole Kate’s breath as it cut through the waves out into blue, to who knows where, and it just occurred to Kate that she really absolutely didn’t know where… a stolen glance back at the fast disappearing Port Royal and she set her face forward, doing her best to follow the orders that came thick and fast and gave no quarter.

What she wasn’t prepared for was that it was 3 days journey from Port Royal to their destination, a name that made her swallow when, far enough out for there to be no even small chance of return, Anna Maria almost delighted in telling her- Tortuga
“THREE days, but I haven’t brought…”

“What Missy- you haven’t brought your combs and brushes and scents and fresh linens?”
Kate must have looked a bit shamefaced

“well neither did I..you’ll have to be used to peeing over the side like the rest of us and don’t even think of washing in that water or it gets deducted from your share..”
Anna Maria was sharp but not unkind in her tone “perhaps it’s best you see what its like before you meet him..” a cock of her head and then she was back to orders and the wheel and Kate took a deep breath.

She was a fast learner and in fact by the time the third day dawned and they had out run a Navy Frigate, and evaded a Cutter scouring the waters for pirates, she felt a little accomplished if also dirty, tired and bruised. Not to mention sick to the stomach of now stale bread. But as they neared Tortuga all that was replaced by flutters in her belly that might well have been caused by albatross wings.

“Here you might be wanting this..” Kate looked up with surprise as Anna Maria passed her a bowl of water, a comb and a sliver of soap.

“Think I drunk all my share already..”

Anna Maria smiled “I saved you some- wouldn’t want him thinking I hadn’t treated you like a feted guest..”

Kate looked down at her raw, blistered hands and grinned “Must have got these from over enthusiastic hair brushing and bathing.”

“Aye that’ll be it..I will set you aboard the Pearl then..our bargain is complete”

A rather more timid voice than she was hoping for came out of her mouth “Thank you Anna Maria”



Jack Sparrow had ordered the crew ashore; he liked orders like that, where the outcome was exactly what a person was wanting,
“Finest pirate and Captain in these waters and no mistake” as the last one of them disappeared over the side, earning a nod of the Captains head, well the evidence would seem to support that somewhat overly sympathetic expression. Despite ever increasing patrols and captured ships, the Black Pearl had stayed ahead of the navy, plundering for trade, stealing more and more to just pile up and run his fingers through, and sometimes just because he could, sending a message to the Governor that their time was far from done.

No so fortunate, Jack Rackham, nor those two women. Which brought him back to why he was here, and not in Tortuga taking his customary pleasures with Giselle, or Angeline, or Maria, or to be frank any combination of the three.

He didn’t make a habit of ‘conversions’, not some anti- preacher on a mission to turn all the high born women he met into pirates, save them from a life of dinner parties and etiquette and men in white wigs, though now that he thought of it, an entirely disreputable ambition wasn’t to be dismissed out of hand. Jack shook his head and sharpened his thoughts. But she had caught his interest, social niceties just a frosting on willingness and a wildness that had definitely caught his interest, well that was one way to put it, his cock jumped at the thought of that soft white skin and that sweet mouth. But this thing with Anne Bonny and Mary Read, now that was a sign that he had been right. A flick of a frown that maybe her had drunk too much sea water after all and she was some siren that he invented for sport and amusement, and Jack Sparrow sat down and closed his eyes, well if she wasn’t here soon it would be mean better fortune for Giselle, Angeline and Maria.



The ride in the rowing boat to where the Black Pearl was anchored just out of the cove seemed like an eternity but at last she was climbing the rope ladder and setting her feet down on the boards, Anna Maria obviously making the what passed for societal introductions on a pirate ship as she whispered in Jack’s ear before departing back over the side and to Tortuga. There seemed to be no one else aboard which frankly felt like a blessed relief and the most frightening thing imaginable.

“Took your time in that dingy then Luv”
Jack was sitting on the stairs leading up to the quarterdeck, his back against the hold of his ship and a smile on his face that was nothing about teasing her..well maybe just at the edges.

There was something about him that stripped away all the ‘ought to’s and the layers of ‘should I?’s and so she just said what came to the front of her mouth

“You didn’t come to find me either..”
She did hope it didn’t show a tinge of petulance, she was aiming for sultry after all.

Jack leaned his head back on the wood “Let’s just say Luv- I didn’t come in person”

Kate couldn’t help herself sway as the implication of his few words settled “You mean you sent Anna Maria to find me?”

Jack uncurled him self and stood in front of her and the sensual memory of him almost cleared her mind of anything else, which like most things it seemed was what he anticipated
“I sent Anna Maria to find you..Well to be completely truthful I introduced the idea to Anna Maria that since she was in port and you had sent up a flare, she might just smooth your passage as it were, to turning pirate..it being a long way to row.”

Kate frowned, well she did her damndest anyhow “And what makes you think I am ready to turn pirate? I am simply here to let you know that it was my own decision to speak to the governor- nothing whatever to do with you kissing me, nothing whatsoever.”

“A noble decision to be sure..One, of course, you would have made without me” a nod that was disarming in its sincerity “However as to the other matter- You might want to consider the facts luv- it is you standing in front of me on the deck of the most famous pirate ship in the whole of the Caribbean, in what must be described as fetching attire, yet hardly the latest ladies fashions from London”
He took hold of her hands and turned the palm upwards
“With hands that would be evidence enough to the captain of that frigate that you had done more than simply been kidnapped by pirates. AND not to put too fine a point on it, I would be willing to wager my entire cachet that you are wondering if the next time I kiss you will be as good as that first one..”

Kate’s mouth fell open but she couldn’t help her eyes wandering to his, she had never seen a mouth that invited kissing quite so much, well this didn’t seem to be the time to worry about staring and so she didn’t. A male version of rosebud, framed by black, angles and lines but just more than a man should be allowed to have, and well when his lips parted she took a breath

Jack just let his tongue slip over his bottom lip “What part of that would you be wanting to dispute exactly Kate?”

If there was a point she was going to step back it was probably well past gone and forgotten, and Kate raised her eyes to his
“That part about fetching attire..I believe that was my main point of contention”
But she wasn’t even sure if she spoke, frankly, the pull of his mouth and her body quite overwhelming her senses.

“Well I grant you Luv, it is somewhat unusual” Jack closed his eyes for just a second while his hands pulled her hips to his, the near scrape of bone making him draw breath, this woman was really quite remarkable least his cock seemed to be leading the headlong dash to that conclusion
“But not entirely without merit wouldn’t you say?” his hands slid over the cotton on her ass, making her plead with herself not to cry out. His mouth was but a half inch from hers, waiting for her, and Kate lifted her chin to meet him
“All those points being settled then, I think you better kiss me Captain Sparrow” a whisper that tingled in his moustache.

He could feel every inch of her if he wanted. There were no flounces nor petticoats, just skin and cotton under his hands, he could dip between her legs and she still be clothed, her legs wrap round his hips and only two pieces of cloth separate them and he had no idea why he was about ready to have her on the deck except that he was. Maybe it was that she had thrown it all away to be here. Maybe that she wasn’t afraid to follow her course. Who knew? It was also true that he had been at sea a while..and those breeches over her ass were just too perfect.

What he did know was that she was his and some things you just couldn’t argue with.

His bed, she was naked in Captain Jack Sparrow’s bed, a pirate and singularly the most beautiful man she had ever laid her eyes and her hands and her kisses on, naked on a dark wood bed high enough to have you believe you were on a raft surrounded by a sea of surprising and eclectic opulence, clearly he loved fine things around him. And she had been- him so far inside her she thought she might feel it in her heart. Ah maybe he already had that. Her body still felt him, trickles of honey syrup between her legs, a buzz she couldn’t quite stop in her toes and she wriggled out from under his leg to look.

He wasn’t asleep, she wondered if he ever was truly, but he let her have her moment anyhow and he was truly magnificent, tan limbs spread out over the white sheets and a mane of braids and dreads, he wouldn’t be out of place with the sun of the savannah beating down through acacia trees while he took an afternoon cat nap, and she had heard him roar..the memory of it sending a flurry of nerves into a spin inside her.

Her fingers stretching to brush over his mouth were met with a gentle nip from his teeth and Kate flushed, her eyes glancing to the purple bruise on her shoulder, just a second when she blanched at the thought of what it would look like, exposed by the cut of a dress. White that was as soon replaced by pink again- she would be walking next to him, and it seemed to her that wearing a badge that said ‘Jack Sparrow’s lover’ far from being about possession was something that would make her hold her head high.

Little pulls on those twists at his chin made him smile and she bent to follow the direction they pointed, her lips revelling in the smoothness of his skin and the bumps of scars. Curious fingertips followed the maps of past engagements and skirmishes and he was purring now, all the way down to his belly, she could feel the rumble in the hard muscles and it took her breath away.

Kate had never licked or kissed nor sucked a man’s cock before, in truth she had never considered it might be something she would like to do-it had failed to make it onto even the bottom of her ‘plans for the future’ list. But then perhaps lists weren’t made for pirate ships and right now she wanted to taste him. He would have had more experienced lovers, a small laugh caught in her throat, well that wouldn’t be difficult, she wasn’t even sure what she was going to do, she just knew she wanted to.

Kate felt him shift as she nibbled her way down to his hips, allowing herself to marvel at the soft dip next to hard bone, she had almost fainted when he had unwound all that cloth from his hips and let her see dark skin disappear into soft cotton breeches, and her mouth sought to show her appreciation, suckling at that oasis of softness in planed landscape.

She could feel his cock as she bent forward, drawing little patterns of silvery wet desire on her skin when she moved, Kate fascinated by the heat and cool of it on her breasts, and Jack well he was watching her now, watching her close her hand around him, and it was her turn to gasp, her body responding immediately to the feel of him, warm wet heat spreading between her legs. Her hand slipped down smooth skin, over and over and she just let herself follow his moans, finding what he wanted and giving him more and at last a deep breath and she bent to lick him, and he seemed to like that best of all. She would not have thought that making someone else desperate for your touch would be quite so overwhelming, but it was just beyond compare, Jack Sparrow wanted her and she could come at the very thought, the sight of him in front of her stretched out, the sound of his breath and feel of his heavy cock in her hand and on her tongue- Oh he tasted like the sea itself.

“Jack..I don’t know quite how to do this..I have to confess to being something of a novice” between long licks that had him raising his hips up off the bed, his hands hovering almost in her hair. Well he didn’t seem the sort of man that normally had trouble with words, but he took a while to say it, punctuation seeming to be more of a groan.

“Open your mouth love..let me into your mouth..”

Kate swallowed hard, she had no conviction that it would possibly all fit, but maybe it didn’t need to, so her soft lips closed around his satin skin and she let his cock slip in and out of her mouth just gentle, she was scared a bit, scared of hurting him with her teeth and scared of him thinking she was just too useless, Jack however seemed to be of quite the opposite opinion.

‘Something of a novice’ that red mouth never tasted a cock before and the thought of it was making him crazy- desperate for her to move faster, to take more but well, experience had taught him that with few exceptions, letting people take their own time usually resulted in more, and Christ but he wanted more and she might need a little encouragement that the feel of that wet tongue over him was going to make him come hard and fast in less time that it takes to slide down a mast.

Demeter’s damsons..clearly the woman had turned his mind..he had never slid down a mast and had no idea what had made him think of it… but his thoughts were stolen…just as Kate moved to kneel over him and have as much as she could, her wild hair spilling all over his belly and Jack Sparrow had to hold himself back. Encouragement. A rasped “Perfect Luv” well he might have said that or it might just have been a ‘guh’

She was really enjoying this now, enjoying the feel of him, how his hips moved to meet her, how her own hips were moving in time, and oh the sound of him. ‘Enjoying’ what a word, like this was a pleasant game of croquet on a summer’s afternoon back in England. Actually what this was amounted to sheer unadulterated bliss and she loved it and wanted him undone in her mouth, so she moved faster and deeper and closed her lips to catch the ridges of him and rolled her tongue and that just about took him. Kate raised her head to look at this pirate, one last time look before she finally jumped ship.

“No No..don’t even think about stopping..” his deep voice resonating right down his throat that was meant to be kissed, his chest that she could slide over and into her. And she smiled with her eyes back at him. Captain Jack Sparrow hers, right here and now, and she sucked hard, the pulse of everything he had now in her mouth and down her throat, a toast to her freedom.

Drink up me hearties yo ho.



Later in a bar in Tortuga

"Well that was fun Jack"

"It most certainly was Luv..I am thinking you might want to write some more, at some point, given the right encouragement of course and proper recompense"

"What like those new pictures of you all painted and open shirted? And what recompense exactly are we talking?" Nuit’s eyes light up

Jack winks -yet another one turned to piracy- perhaps not such a bad ambition afterall

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And just because I thought OH wow, and laughed at plums and damsons
Homer mentions only two sirens, but later authors mention three or four. They were regarded as the daughters of Phorcys, or the storm god Achelous. According to Ovid, they were nymphs and the play-mates of Persephone. They were present when she was abducted and, because they did not interfere, Demeter changed them into birds with female faces (Ovid V, 551).