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The wind was howling in the night. The full moon, surrounded by hundreds of shiny stars on the dark sky, glowed above the black-sailed ship, which shifted from side to side on the clear waters of the Caribbean. A very young captain walked on the deck, enjoying the sound of the waves crashing. The sound of freedom. The crew was sleeping in the hold, so he was totally alone with his thoughts. He held a half empty bottle of rum in his right hand and brought it to his mouth.
The young pirate strode towards the helm. He caressed the wood of the wheel and sighed in satisfaction. He loved this ship. His ship. He loved its beauty. He loved the freedom it made him feel. He loved the price he had to pay to earn it. He smiled proudly at himself.
All of a sudden, he heard the door of his cabin creaking open and slowly closing. He frowned and walked down the stairs, careful not to make any noise with every step against the dark wood. His mind came up with different options of what could be happening in the room, and many ideas of what to do with the intruder: Leave him at the next port, lock him in the brig, make him walk the plank, kill him... He had the authority to do as he wished.
Once the captain stood in front of his cabin, he took another swig from the bottle before opening the door. He reached for his pistol and entered the room, pointing the gun at the person inside. What he saw was greatly unexpected, yet pleasing. He immediately lowered his pistol when he saw a woman sitting on his bed, her face glowing under the golden light of a single candle.
She was the only girl in the crew, and his first mate's daughter. She had joined them when he recruited the crew in Tortuga. His first mate, Barbossa, had convinced him to bring her with them, and he hadn't had the heart to leave her behind. She was young, some years younger than him, and had nobody besides her pirate father. Although it was said that it would bring them bad luck to have a woman aboard, the captain had allowed her to join them.
Now she was sitting there, on his bed, looking up at him with her shiny eyes. He had always loved her eyes; they were a vivid dark shade of blue, as clear as the water of the ocean. They reminded him of the sea; in fact, the girl herself reminded him of the sea. She was unpredictable, changing, challenging, yet tempting and incredibly appealing. She was witty, clever and more deadly than her pure appearance showed. However, as dangerous as he knew she was, he still found her calming. He had seen a hidden side of her which not many people knew about. He knew she was kind and gentle, but fierce when she had to.
Occasionally, he wondered if she was real. She could be the sea itself and it wouldn't surprise him at all.
"J-Jack...", she whispered, seemingly shaken at the way he had pointed a gun at her. He felt ashamed of frightening her like that.
"Sorry, love." He extended his arm, offering her the bottle of rum, which she accepted instantly, swallowing the golden brown drink. She needed that. "Not that I complain, but what are you doing here?", he asked while sitting next to her.
She settled the glass bottle on the floor. She hesitated for a moment, not sure of how to start this conversation. "I wanted to see you."
Her chocolate brown hair hid her face like a beautiful cascade. He reached out to move a lock of her hair behind her ear and caressed her cheek. "You see me everyday, love."
She almost laughed at his comment. She would have let out a giggle, hadn't she been so nervous. "I mean... Alone. Here."
"And why exactly would you want that?" He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, she shuddered at the contact. Jack smirked delighted, but he noticed there was something unusual in her. She seemed tense, which was weird because she was always comfortable around him.
She could not find the adequate words, thus her voice trembled slighty as she murmured "I like you a lot, Jack. You know I do."
Of course he knew! Jack Sparrow was aware that women found him attractive and that she, as many others, had fallen for his charm. The truth was he would be lying if he said he hadn't fallen for her too. He had tried not to show his feelings for her, except for that time they shared a kiss on the crow's nest. However, they never mentioned it again and it was not repeated.
"Aye, I have noticed", he replied casually. Noticing that she wasn't looking at him, Jack grabbed her chin softly and turned her head to him. He thought he saw a glimpse of sadness in her eyes. "What are you trying to tell me, love?"
Love. It made her heart flutter when he called her that. Their eyes locked. She loved his dark eyes, almost as much as he loved hers. For a second, her gaze flickered to his lips. She couldn't believe what she was about to do.
"I want to spend the night with you, Jack." Simple. Direct. He was taken aback at first, not believing his ears. He couldn't deny he had been waiting for her to pronounce those words for some time. And now, he didn't know what to say, which was unusual in Jack Sparrow.
She understood his lack of words as a rejection, so, embarrassed, she stood up to leave his cabin. However, before she could take a step, he took her hand. She turned around and saw him smiling.
"Stay, Narissa. I would love to spend the night with you," he whispered before sitting her again on his bed, holding her face between his hands and joining their lips for a second time. She kissed him back, softly at first, innocently, but soon it became fierce. It felt like a fire he had been waiting to burn again ever since they kissed for the first time. Her hands rested on his shoulders, trying to stop the shaking, and his wild ones roamed her body, trying to get rid of every piece of cloth that separated her from him.
Her shirt was lost somewhere in the room already when he layed down and she straddled his lap. Jack smiled while she unbottoned his shirt and kissed his tanned chest, he was lost in pleasure. Narissa held his hands and slowly, removing them from her body, placed them above his head. She reached for something hanging from her belt, but he didn't even notice, he was mesmerized. "This is actually hapenning," he thought, trying to convince himself that it was not a dream. He closed his eyes when her lips found his neck; then, she leaned into his ear and whispered "I'm sorry." He opened his eyes and frowned, looking at her questioningly.
Then, he noticed she was clapping his wrists in shackles. Click. She let go of his hands and stood up, avoididing looking at him, directing her eyes to the floor instead as she stood up. Jack was confused at first, but a suggestive smirk grew on his face slowly while he said "Well, this is not exactly what I had in mind, but we could try."
She didn't reply. Instead, she picked up her shirt and dressed herself, still not looking at him. Jack was beyond perplexed when she just openened the door and left.
He thought that maybe he had done something wrong and she had changed her mind, but why did he still have the irons around his wrists? His questions were answered when the door bursted open. He heard the yells from the crewmen, three of which made him stand up. A young and confused Jack Sparrow tried to fight the men who were carrying him out of his cabin. On deck, he found all of his men pointing their pistols at him. In front of him, his first mate stood triumphally, arms crossed over his chest, and beside him: Narissa, still looking down at the floor.
A mutiny led by his first mate. Narissa's father. Barbossa.
The last thing Narissa saw of Jack were his eyes filled with betrayal staring at her, while Barbossa made him walk the plank to abandon him on a desserted island.
She never saw him again.