Life After Loss chapters 9, 10/14?

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 Author: Soleil Compeau
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Title: Life After Loss
Pairing: Jack/Other
Spoilers: set after AWE
Rating: NC17 overall, for sexual content
Disclaimer: These stunt doubles have just reenacted what takes place after the final cut. No profit or wages are being made. I do this out of deep love for the characters.

Summary: Jack impulsively rescues a woman from Barbossa, and she inches her way into his bed and his heart. Can she be his equal on land, and can they conquer the sea, land, and time itself?

Chapter 9 - Loss

Jack paced the deck relentlessly. The men had learned quickly to stay out of his way or risk being shoved by the irate Captain. He'd seen the course Barbossa had taken into the islands, and after the Sweet Angel disappeared from sight, the Black Pearl had come about and cruised up the other side of the archipelago. Jack had ordered that the Pearl stay hidden from Barbossa's sight, using the Keys as cover.

It had been two days since Sarah was taken aboard the other vessel. At every island, large or small, Jack sent scouts ashore to spot the other ship and search for signs of Sarah. There were so many, some large and heavily populated which Jack chose to skip, and islands ranging from tiny rocks to little more than spits like the one he'd been marooned on. So far, the ships were pacing each other. But Sarah was nowhere to be found. Gibbs was beginning to worry. The Captain said nothing...to anyone.
 
The next island lay off the port bow. Jack scowled at it heavily. Mr. Gibbs came up to him and leaned on the rail beside his Captain. Several times the older man started to speak, then frowned and changed his mind. He had stood by Jack through thick and thin. The Captain was like a son...no, more like a well loved younger brother. But he'd never seen nor heard of Jack looking at a woman the way he looked at Sarah. He'd come close with Miss Elizabeth.
"We'll be running out of time before we run out of islands." Mr. Gibbs said quietly. "There's too many to search in these three days you've imposed."

Though Jack had not glanced at him or acknowledged him at all, he knew that Jack was aware of him. He did not expect to get much more than a cryptic sentence, if that, from the eccentric pirate. But he was very surprised.

"Three days just means the time I'll spend hidden, before I go after the bastard face to face. I waited ten years to get the Pearl back. I plotted and planned and made allies." Jack glanced at Joshamee meaningfully. "And I knew, I KNEW, that there would be consequences for the men who mutinied against me. I knew their fortunes would be affected by their evil." He gripped the rail, eyes scanning the upcoming bit of land.` "Sarah's part of my fortunes. Part of ME. We'll find her, Gibbs."

The particular Key he planned to look on next was unpopluated, but he could make out bamboo huts, partially falling down, that suggested visitors came to it occasionally. He decided to go ashore himself this time. It was too hard to stay on the Pearl and wait for news. He strode over the little beach restlessly. It was so small, smaller even than the one Barbossa had abandoned him on. Yet like all the Keys, it was magnificently beautiful.

He found Mr. Cotton by his side and began talking to him, mostly to relieve his own mind and sort through the jumble of thoughts in his head. He didn't know if he was addressing the man or the bird but he rambled on regardless. "My mother's people are native to these parts. She were a dark skinned beauty." Jack touched the mop of thick woolly hair atop his head and smiled wryly.

Mr. Cotton just nodded. He looked around keenly, and suddenly touched Jack's shoulder, and pointed. The Sweet Angel was visible. Jack pulled Mr. Cotton behind some palm trees. They peered around intently. Jack motioned, and they crawled to some hills and peered over the tops carefully. Jack watched through a spyglass. There was a little activity on deck. He couldn't spot Sarah. Hector stood at the helm, and Jack saw his mouth moving as he shouted orders. The ship began to head away, out to sea.

Jack stiffened. She was leaving the Keys! And where is my Sarah? he wondered desperately. Did he leave her on some other island, or was she trapped aboard Barbossa's ship, still a prisoner? He forced himself to stay calm as Mr. Cotton waited. The only sign of the mute's agitation was the anxious fluttering and squawking of his parrot.

The three days were up. Barbossa was sailing away. Secrecy was no longer essential, and Jack took out his compass again. He would openly search for her now. But what if she really was still on Hector's ship? If she'd caught his signals, Sarah would make herself so disagreeable and unpleasant to that particular captain that Barbossa should have quickly tired of her.

The compass hesitated a moment, and seemed to settle in a direction somewhere back where they'd come from. When he'd tried it before, it seemed to point in two different directions, depending on his mood. Often it pointed at the Sweet Angel, but Jack was unsure if that was because Sarah was aboard, or he wanted to get to Hector and kill him. Other times it pointed vaguely at an island somewhere here, but he'd searched where it pointed, twice, and did not find her.

He focused his mind on Sarah and the rose stayed true this time. She was indeed on an island, one that they'd missed somehow. Either that or Barbossa had dumped her while Jack remained unaware of where he was. Being sneaky on land was quite a bit different from being sneaky with a large easily recognized ship. "Back to the Pearl," he ordered. Now he knew exactly where to go to get her back.

The past two days had been wretched for Sarah. What she most wanted to do was crumple in a heap and weep in despair. What a silly, clumsy mistake she had made! Though she had acquired a pair of sea legs, she knew full well she wasn't good enough yet at climbing to have tried such a fool trick. Stubborn pride had prevented her from listening to her mentor when he tried to get her to come back down. Sarah would never forget the miserable sound of Joshamee's distressed cry when she tumbled overboard, or the sound of Jack's terrified scream just before her head came up above water.

Jack's comment about trading her for the Pearl upset her greatly. It was what he originally offered Barbossa when he'd rescued her from the hateful captain. Later, she'd figured him for a silver tongued trickster. Now she struggled to cling to that view of him as he described her in awful terms to her captor. The way he turned his back on her wrenched her heart badly.

As the Black Pearl sailed away with her lover on it, Barbossa curled a hand around her upper arm and brought her close to him. 'She's an utter, screaming harridan' echoed in her mind. And the way Jack had stared at her so piercingly when he said it...

Before he could kiss her, Sarah sniffed disdainfully and glanced around the ship. "This is hardly a fitting vessel. Why, it's in even worse shape than the Pearl! I hardly expect then, that your quarters will suit me." She tried to make her tone as haughty as she could.

Barbossa raised an eyebrow in amusement. "My quarters? You expect to be sharing my quarters then?" His lips curled up wickedly.

She lifted her chin. "I expect you to GIVE me your cabin, Captain! That's what Captain Sparrow did, I did not allow him to come inside after that."

Barbossa laughed at that. "Is that so, missy? Well on this ship you'll find that it's me who makes the allowances, not you." He pulled her face in to kiss her and Sarah slapped him. The captain was so surprised he jerked his head back and looked at her in puzzlement for a moment. Before he could punish her for her action, she sought to throw him even more off balance and live up to Jack's description of her.

"Your crew looks absolutely disreputable. If it's you who makes allowances here, I don't think much of your prowess." She let her words trail off, letting the taunt have so much more meaning.

Barbossa shoved her away. "Let this wench cool off in the brig!" he shouted and rough hands seized her. "I'll tame ye tonight." He glared at her as she was dragged away.

She stayed quiet in the brig for a time, then began rattling the bars and shouting for attention. When a sailor appeared and stared impassively at her, she imperiously demanded, "I'm hungry! I expect to be fed!"

When food was brought to her, she threw it back in her captor's faces. "You call this a decent meal? It's slop! I demand to be taken to the cook aboard this horrid vessel!"

Sarah did everything she could think of to make herself, as Jack put it, a harridan. She insulted the crew and suffered being slapped and even kicked a few times for it. The first night, Barbossa had her put in his cabin so he could "tame her." She managed to lock him out. The next morning he shook her so violently she had a headache the entire day, and threatened to tie her to the mast, strip her naked, and let his crew do the taming. She doubled her efforts to make them dislike her after that, hoping none would want her if she was so disagreeable.

The second night, Barbossa got in the cabin with her, and all the fight went out of her. She was filled with misery and fear instead. She sat in a corner of the room, as far from the bed as she make herself be. He found her with her knees drawn up to her chest, head on her knees, hair covering her face. She was trembling.

"Not so proud and sassy now, are you?" He hauled her to her feet and was rather stunned to see tears welling in her eyes and running down her face.

"Please don't. I don't want you to touch me," she whispered in a wretched voice. "I just want off these blasted pirate ships. Please." Sarah closed her eyes and awaited her fate. She did not expect him to honor the request made in a moment of broken despair. His sigh and hands releasing her got her attention.

"Miss, I'm not a monster, much as you might believe I am. Breaking you like a wild horse might have been fun, but taking ye so clearly against yer will is distasteful to me."

Sarah looked at him in astonishment. "Besides which," he went on. "There's women far more willing."

"Then let me go!" A brilliant notion suddenly struck her. "If you do, I'll save your face in front of your crew. Tell them how I fought you, and tell them I even screamed your name at the end." Now it was Barbossa's turn to look astonished.

"Here. All I have to pay you with." She swiftly unfastened the glittering green earrings and held them out to him. They glistened on her upturned palm. "Payment for my release, unharmed."

He took the two steps to close the distance between them. His heavy hand closed over her small one. "Agreed."

At dawn they stood together on the deck of the Sweet Angel as the pirates ran out the plank. "Jack was right. You are a worthless harridan." Barbossa looked absolutely disgusted. He pointed to the island. "Let her swim ashore and try her fortunes on the hapless Calusas. Tis better than you deserve but I s'pose you earned it last night." He leered.

Now she found herself on a gorgeous beach, heaving a sigh of relief as the bastard sailed away. Having survived, she now had time to let all her worries about Jack come crowding back to her. Did he really mean to just let her go? Would he come looking for her? Perhaps he'd tired of her. No no, she tried to reassure herself. Jack showed no signs of being ready to give her up.

Sarah headed for the trees. She was thirsty and hungry, having been unable to force down any food while on the ship. Groves of palm and date trees served her immediate needs quite well. Stomach filled, she lay down in the sand, in the shade of palm tree, and brooded.

Jack had never given her any reason not to trust him. In fact, he had acted in every way as if he cared deeply for her. She knew him to be a wily, devilish man. He gave lies to those who were liars, and deceit to the deceivers. But Joshamee always spoke very well of him, and was prepared to go to some lengths to stick by the Captain's side. That said a lot for Jack's character.

She wasn't too badly off. No one lived on this particular island, but there were others near that had settlers. She could easily swim once she rested a bit. Or she could flag down someone, ships passed this way often and maybe some of the Conchs came here once in awhile. She still had her skills of dance and even horsemanship by which to earn money. But she would wait a bit, and give Jack a chance. If he was the man she thought him, he would come for her.

Chapter Ten - Reunion

Sarah drowsed in the shade, and something woke her. Almost like a beloved voice calling her, except there was no noise but the sound of the surf she'd heard since she first swam ashore. Sitting up and stretching, she flicked her eyes towards the sea, and saw a ship with black sails. Joy welled up in her. "Jack!"

Sarah got up and ran towards the beach. The longboat was coming towards her, and there was her Captain, her hero, her love. "Jack!"

Jack rowed steadily towards her, and ran the boat quickly up onto the beach. He leaped out, and she raced towards him. He hung back hesitantly. She was probably going to slap him. His face already stung. But as she came very close, he saw that she was grinning from ear to ear, and then she flung herself in his arms and he didn't care if she beat him with her fists as long as she was all right.

He grasped her arms and held her fiercely. "Did he hurt you? Did any of them...touch you?" he demanded in a rough voice. His chest heaved, adrenaline filled him. At that moment he could easily have sliced Barbossa in half.

"No Jack. They didn't rape me. And your plan was brilliant, they couldn't wait to get rid of me!"

The relief on his face was clear. "So you did understand that bit. I wasn't sure. People tend to think the worst of me even when I give them no reason to."

Sarah pulled his face down to hers. She couldn't wait anymore to kiss him. His sensual mouth was just begging for her tongue. His lower lip needed biting. Jack groaned with need, and his arms snaked around her waist. "Sarah...I need you. Now!"

"You're wearing far too many clothes Jack." She began to remedy that situation, and Jack cupped her bottom, pulling her hard up against his body. She could feel his desire pressing into her stomach and her legs went rubbery. She stripped his shirt open, and began laying hot kisses along the column of his neck. He moaned, and his hands slid from her bottom up her shirt, stroking her bare back.

He glanced over to his ship in full sight, and pulled back just a bit. "We need a bit more privacy love."

"Let me show you what I found then." A small tide pool gave them the perfect place to celebrate finding each other again. They kissed passionately while their hands roved over each other. Sarah could not get enough of his wonderful mouth. His tongue teased hers by lightly darting back and forth and then suddenly pushing inside and stroking her tongue.

He experienced full body shivers when her hands began fumbling with his breeches. Cupping the back of her head, he crushed her mouth to his and pressed his lips hard against hers. Her fingers teased and tickled agonizingly as she struggled through her distraction to unfasten his buttons. His free hand deftly opened her trousers, and they pooled around her ankles. Only then did he allow the kiss to be broken.

Sarah stepped out of her pants and kicked them aside. Her eyes went from his face to his chest and trailed down his body as he took care of his pants himself. It was a relief to get them off, they might have exploded off his body otherwise. She started to lie down and Jack gently grasped her shoulders. "You'll get sand everywhere, darling. Not pleasant. Let me show you another way."

He pushed her gently to her knees, lowering himself at the same time until they kneeled before each other. Then he turned her around and lifted her shirt over her head, baring her smooth back. Reverently he touched her, cupping her small shoulders, trailing his fingers down her back, grasping her waist and gently massaging her flesh. Sarah's head tipped back. He brushed her hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck. She shivered and broke out in gooseflesh.

God, he loved her reactions to his touch! Soon, he knew, she would begin making those little grunts and mewling cries of rising pleasure. Jack molded his chest against her back and reached around to cup her breasts in his palms. Her nipples were raised and he stroked his fingertips over them teasingly. He nibbled and kissed her ears, going back and forth between them, as well as nipping and open mouth kisses on the back and sides of her neck. His hands touched all over her breasts. He gently squeezed them as well as rolling the nipples between the pads of his fingers. Sarah indeed began those delightful sounds that went directly to his groin.

She squirmed against him, trying to reach back between them to touch his throbbing erection. Jack pressed down on her shoulders until she was on her hands and knees before him. He reached between her legs and felt her sopping readiness. His eyes closed with pleasure at how much she wanted him. Oh god, she pushed back into his hand, moaning something that sounded like "more."

Jack kissed his way down her back, hands on her hips to keep her relatively still. She was arching her back when he reached her bottom and gave a sharp nip to each rounded cheek. Sarah yelped lightly and shivered. Jack bent down further and swiped a tongue over her wetness. She nearly leaped up off the sand. He chuckled and grasped her hips, lifting her clear off the ground so that only her hands supported her weight. Holding her in the air, he leisurely tasted her, moving his head slowly up and down.

Sarah's eyes squeezed shut. Her chest was tight and she could barely breathe. In her helpless position, all she could do was whimper while she felt Jack's tongue moving sweetly between her legs. Oh, he wouldn't stop, he licked and licked and licked, never speeding up, until her breath was hitching and she felt as though she were drowning. She shook her head frantically. "Jack! Jack!"

He stopped, he put her knees back down and straightened up. She tried to protest but he was pressed close and she could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her opening. Jack's hands were tight on her waist and he shoved deeper inside her. "Ohhh!" she cried. He was so hot and so huge and he felt so GOOD as he went so deep within her. And then he stroked somehow against a sweet place inside her and she screamed in pleasure.

He kept still for a moment, trying to adjust to the sensations. This angle was going to be very good for her, he knew it by the way she was already clamping down on him, wetness slicking him all over. Jack stroked her back tenderly. Sarah was tense, quivering, and jumped slightly when he touched her. He began to stroke in and out of her slowly, rhythmically. She tried to hold him inside her but he was too strong for her, pulling out all the way to the very edge of her, teasing her while she waited, before plunging hard and fast all the way back inside her, driving her body almost down onto the soft sand. Every muscle in her body spasmed as he kept pounding her in his leisurely fashion. She didn’t know if she could take much more yet she wanted it to go on forever.

Waves of intense tension build up in her and crashed hard. She went tight and rigid all over and then felt as if she were bursting outwards, crashing against the man holding her and making her feel this shattering bliss. Jack's hands were keeping her still when she might have collapsed to the ground. He kept pumping deep inside her, her small body shaking on each downstroke, going faster and faster. Sarah wailed as yet another orgasm overcame her.

She had no idea that her reactions were driving Jack mad with pleasure. Her pussy greedily sucked at him, clenched around him, but he had made her so wet by now that he just slid back and forth while she spasmed uncontrollably around him. She was completely out of control now; screams, moans and whimpers continuous. His thighs were soaking with her wetness. His rigid organ was enveloped in tight, squeezing, clenching goodness.

Suddenly Jack threw his head back and his thrusts took on a new urgency. Long strokes gave way to short strokes, leisurely ones to fast ones. He cried out loudly and she realized that he was coming close to the edge himself. Somehow she managed to anchor herself, hold herself in place for him while she came strongly in anticipation. She felt him swell inside her, pushing against her inner walls. And then she felt him burst inside her, fill her with his seed while he cried out over and over.

How they kept from fainting into the sand she never knew. Her arms trembled as she held herself still, gulping in huge breaths of air. Jack's entire body was shaking and he kept muttering, "oh god" as he also gasped for breath. She felt him slowly shrink within her but they made no move to disconnect until he became so flaccid that he just slid out. Only then did they feel capable of moving, and it was only to crawl to the pool to cool themselves and rinse their sticky bodies.

Sarah glanced over at Jack. His body was drifting in the water, head and neck anchored on the edge of the tide pool, a blissful smile on his face. She chuckled at the indolent picture he made. Jack cracked an eye open and glanced at her. "Laughing at your Captain are you? When I've regained some energy I'll have to punish you."

She splashed water at him and he sputtered and went after her. He grabbed her legs and dunked her, laughing. She came up grinning, and he attempted to pull her close to him. She squirmed in his arms and scissored her legs as if swimming. "Hold still wench!" He aimed sloppy kisses at her mouth which she gigglingly dodged. "I'll have to restrain you otherwise!"

Sarah obediently went still he kissed her tenderly on the lips. Jack arranged them until he sat on the edge of the pool with his legs dangling in the shallower water, and she sat on his lap snuggled against his chest. A wicked thought had occurred to her and she smiled softly to herself as she pillowed her cheek on Jack's smooth chest and fleshed out her idea in a few moment's time.

She turned her head and nuzzled her lips over his skin. Then slid up to plant kisses along his jaw until she reached his ear. Jack shivered as she ran her tongue along the edge of his ear. Sarah whispered throatily, "Hmmm, would you use the ship's ropes, and have me stretched tight on your bed?" Then suckled his earlobe.

His mouth went dry. Sarah moved to his other ear and repeated the treatment, this time murmuring, "Is that what it's like to be a pirate's prize? To be ravished by the captain?"

He sucked in a gasp as his cock strained. He leaned back and stared into her eyes. She smiled sensuously and lapped softly at the hollow of his throat. "Would you use that gorgeous mouth on my helpless body, I wonder? Tease me or just take me hard?"

Jack pressed on her shoulders until he forced her to her knees. The water enveloped her up to her breasts. He rubbed his erection over her cheek in a blatant command. Sarah opened her mouth and took him deep, pressing herself forward to take him even deeper than she normally was able to manage. He grunted, and swayed just a bit. Sarah pumped her mouth along his shaft once, and twice, and then pulled back again, hand stroking him as she spoke. "Either way, it would end with me screaming your name in bliss while I fight to get loose from the ropes."

Jack made an inarticulate cry of need and pleasure. His eyes rolled back in his head. His legs shook, and his knees kept buckling. His hands worked at his sides, wanting something to hold onto. Sarah concentrated on him wholly, carefully tilting her head until she had swallowed him entire. Her mouth moved back and forth, taking him into her throat each and every time. Jack cried out breathlessly. "Oh! Oh! Ohhhh!"

His balls drew up tight to his body and his whole body tingled. He grasped her chin and after only a momentary struggle with himself, broke her heavenly grip on him. His eagerness made him rough as he pushed her around so her bottom was presented to him once again. He took her swiftly, making her arch and scream.

Their coupling was wild and quick this time. He rocked her until the cool water splashed over them and the feel of it mingled with the heat of their bodies. Sarah arched and yowled like a feral cat, sobbing with the force of his thrusts and her bliss contractions. Jack went rigid and roared her name, bent over her in helpless pleasure spasms so his face was close to her back. He barely had strength left to drag them both closer to the sand before they collapsed.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman." He muttered a timeless interval later. She managed to lay a hand over his chest and feel the thundering of his heart.

"You seem healthy to me," she muttered contentedly.

He grinned. "Maybe one day we'll get bored with each other and make love quietly under the covers with all the lamps doused."

"Sounds like an interesting change of pace."

 

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