He lets the water splash upon his face as he stands in the shower, the grime of many months flowing down the drain. He shakes his head from side to side as he shuts the water off and wipes his face with a towel. Stepping up to the mirror, leaning against the sink, he opens up a small box and takes out a brush and some white paint of sorts. He dips the brush into the white substance and brushes it over his teeth, making them look pearly white and clean; guaranteed to last a good twenty-four hours, just long enough for the task. The man, with his eyes rimmed in black, brushes his hair as it dries so that it looks as sleek as black silk. He checks himself in the mirror and gives a mischevious wink before walking out. Donning his grand hat, his sword, and a mask, he climbs into his awaiting carriage and sits back with an excited sigh.

The carriage stops in front of a wealthy estate on the outskirts of London. He preens himself momentarily, fixing his hat and his cuffs beforing stepping out and surveying the grounds. He smiles to himself.

"What a grand night this'll be indeed."

He swaggers assuredly up to the main doors to the awaiting butler standing guard.

"Exuse me sir, this be the house where the fancy masked ball is taking place?"

The butler looks at him with a curious eye, having never seen this young somewhat rogue-ish looking fellow before.

"Yes sir, this is Mr. Crevington's estate; do you have an invitation?"

This causes the gentleman some momentary concern as he begins to rifle through his pockets before pulling out a crumpled slip of paper.

"I think this be it, is it not?" he remarks flashing his snow painted teeth.

"It is indeed, sir. Welcome to the party." The butler winces slightly and opens the door with a slight bow as the masked buccaneer trods forth with a tip of his hat.

A waiter walks by with a tray of beverages and he quickly grabs a glass of sparkling white champagne; taking a sip then grimacing at the glass before putting it absently on another waiter's tray. He scans the room. His eyes roving as he walks, gazing over all the lovely ladies, and their equally lovely adornments. Another song starts and all the gentlemen gather and take a woman's hand as he leads her to the center off the ballroom. It is at this moment when he spots a wallflower standing with her champagne glass in a Marie Antoinette disguise. He walks over and slides up softly behind her.

"You are a most ravishing beauty." He whispers delicately in her ear.

She turns with a jolt and upon seeing the masked man she starts giggling then covers her mouth. He smiles.

"You find my costume amusing my lady?"

"Indeed, I have seen many this evening including the King of England himself, but I didn't expect to find a pirate whispering in my ear."

"Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service," he says with a sweeping bow and she giggles more.

"When midnight strikes and we are to take off our masks you shall hopefully give me the honor of knowing your true personage?"

"Of course milady," he says with a flashy smile, his dark eyes staring straight into her own causing her to blush and turn her head slightly away. He moves in for the kill. His body so close now that she can feel his breath hot upon her face. He picks up his right hand and ever so gently touches her face with his rough fingers, so soft to his touch she is, how quickly he is forgetting his sole purpose for coming to this soiree.

"Care to join me outside in the gardens, sir?" she smiles warmly.

"Of course, if you would but lead the way."

With that she walks outside, down some marble steps leading to a stone walkway that disappears into the gardens, into which they too disappear from sight. His arm outstretched as she takes his hand into hers and smiles, leading him to a stone bench whereupon she sits and pats the spot next to her. He lets out a slight chuckle and sits. Unable to resist running his fingers against her hair, ..the color of burnt gold, he thinks with a smile. Then he leans in, his right hand pressing gently upon the back of her head as he pulls her forward to greet his kiss. She lets out a soft unabashed moan and this is all his body needs.

He kisses her with more demanding and picks her up off the bench, placing her on the soft grass, then kneeling down to her, planting a kiss on her rosy cheek as she blushes, not knowing what on earth he has in mind to do next, but enjoying every moment of it. He flashes her a daring smile as he unbuckles his sword belt and takes off his hat, placing it with much care on the bench. He returns his eyes to lovely woman before him, looking quite disheveled, a sweet young lass prime for the taking. He crawls up her body and presses his lips sensuously against her neck. Her arms reach out for his body as she moans once again. His lips continue their assault upon her defenses, her propriety, and all her delicious senses while her nimble fingers being to open up his shirt; her hands eager to caress the fine expanse of muscular chest that lies just underneath.

He slides down her body and spreads her legs smoothly, lifting up her skirts, and rustling away fabric to reveal the pink desire of her sex. He licks his lips as she watches him dive between her legs and she cries out as her body shudders upon contact, his tongue sliding into her with fierce desire. All sense of propriety has left her now and she is unabashedly moaning to the heavens for this pirate rogue to continue his exploration of her throbbing desire. His lips sucking against her as she breathes heavily and whines; the anticipation of her climax growing to grand heights of both tension and passion.

He returns then to her mouth, kissing her lavishly, her arms wrapping around him, pressing his body against hers with an aching demand. He lets his hardness rub against her for a moment, savoring her face of anguished pleasure, absolutely wanting him inside of her. He smiles having seen this face upon many a woman, many a time, but this time it's different, the delicacy of her mouth, the curvaceousness of her body, her skin's soft porcelain texture, her breasts heaving, her throat so naked, begging for a kiss. With that he gives into his own desire as never before and ravishes that pure neck of hers as he slides into her. She cries out as he continues riding her against the lush grass, the hedges their only cover from the party that still continues inside. The clock strikes midnight as he leans over, still ravishing her and whispers,"I want to make you my wife."

This onslaught of deep words of devotion combined with his eager thrusts of wanton desire for her are too much and she cries out to the night,"Oh yes! Oh god yes! Make me your wife damnit! Yes, do it!"

He needs no further requests and slams into her like there's no tomorrow as she feels her hot liquid start to flow down his solid flesh. She shudders as it explodes from her body and he moans loudly as his own fiery desire flashes forth deep inside, mixing with her own luscious juices as he slows his pace slightly. Finally they rest together, caked with grass, sweat, and still joined in the flesh, they lay there for a moment, lost in the serenity of their feelings. It is she who finally breaks the moment and reaches up for his mask, taking it off to reveal his lovely face to match his gorgeous gaze. He then takes off her mask and smiles at her, such a petite beauty, and all his.

"Did you really mean what you said...about making me your wife and all?" she inquires, a look of concern now upon her face.

He smiles dotingly,"Of course milady, you are rarer than any of the finest gems I've ever laid hands on, how on earth could I pass you up?"

She right out laughs this time and he smiles. There is certainly nothing more glorious, besides making a girl cum, than being able to make her laugh.

The guests are beginning to file out and they both immediately become aware of their position. He helps her get dressed as he then finishes putting his belt back on and his hat. She goes to stand, but falls slightly. He catches her and lifts her up into his arms.

"I see you have yet to find your legs so I shall see it my duty to escort you back to your carriage in my arms."

She gives him a grand smile and a kiss to his luscious lips. He returns the kiss with devotion. "Yes, this woman is incredibly amazing..." he thinks to himself. Some of the guests look on as he takes her out to her carriage and she rests in his arms. He gets her up inside and joins her as the carriage driver heads back to her estate.

She smiles a sleepy smile as he gets down in front of her and spreads her legs slightly.

"What are you doing? Am I not well spent already?" she says with an honest giggle.

"Ah, but there's more from where that came from, plenty more, and I have every intention of showing you just how far you can go. I want to savor every last drop of desire you can give."

With that he takes her thighs into his hands and pulls her sex forward against his mouth, his tongue sliding up and down against her throbbing clit, already slick with her juices. His mouth implores her aching lips as his tongue licks her deeply, thrusting in and out, making love to her with his mouth, his chin slamming against her as she is holding onto whatever she can find and crying out,"Please...don't stop! Don't stop, oh gosh yes! You are amazing!"

He smiles inwardly and yet continues, wanting to please her until she cums again. And this she does with great release as her body shudders and her sex slides against him, his tongue buried deep within her passionate cavern, holding her tightly against his mouth as she rides him, feeling the wave of her own climax so intensely, feeling the rush of her desire flowing onto his tongue, knowing that he is drinking her in as she shudders even more then falls back against the seat, sweat glistening upon her forehead with a satiated smile.

He stands and licks his lips with his tongue with a cheeky smile. She laughs and pulls him down against her, holding him tightly as she kisses him in great thanks for the wonderful euphoria she is feeling. He sits next to her, letting her fall asleep with her head in his lap, giving him the most awful erection in the world having her mouth so close, but he just smiles because even though it is a tease to him, he is content just having her there with him in his arms, a woman he has found whom he can truly love.

Marin Devigny sits up with a start remembering all the torrid events from the night before. She looks around her room, satisfied she lets out a sigh of relief that thankfully it was all just a dream. She is still very much a virgin and must have had too much to drink at the party that she fainted, hallucinated, and was thusly escorted back to her estate. Yes, that certainly explains it all quite well. Marin rises from the bed, removes her sleeping attire and steps into the water. She has just sat down when the door to her room opens and there stands a man with black hair, a devilish smile, and a sword at his side.

Letting out a slight scream she quickly grabs a towel on the floor beside the basin and covers herself. This can't be him! Oh my gosh, what in God's name will my parents say when they find out that not only have I lost my virginity to some virtual stranger, but that I am also engaged to this man! I must have drank too much last night! But what can I do?? He must leave!" Her thoughts going every which way as she tries to find her right course.

Finally she manages to speak,"So it wasn't a dream at all? You are him, the man from last night? ..and you're still here!?" Marin is utterly confused and looks about ready to faint until she notices that his eyes are looking directly at her and she is still very much in the buff. She covers herself even more with a now slightly annoyed look to her eyes.

Jack, snapping to his senses and realizing his blunder, darts his eyes from her beauty to the floor,"Forgive me if my presence causes you distress milady, I'll depart at once from your good mansion. I must thank you for your hospitality and say that I had hoped last night had not been merely a flight of fancy, but my hopes have led me astray. Goodday fine lass." With a tip of his rugged hat to her anxious face he smiles slightly and closes the door.

She sits back down in the water, letting it wash over her body as her thoughts flow back to last night, to his lips, his words of devotion to her, how could she just let him leave merely because she hadn't expected him to be real? What he had taken for displeasure was in all reality merely shock at coming to terms with the fact that her lover of her dreams, the man she yearned and ached for entirely was in fact not a dream at all, but a sure reality.

Marin snaps back to her senses and pulls a cord next to her bath. Her maid Gerda enters.

"Gerda, if you would please go and return Mr. Jack Sparrow to my presence I would be most grateful."

The maid curtsies with a slight smile and leaves. A few moments later a knock is heard.

"Enter!" Marin calls.

Jack opens the door and stands in the doorway, eyeing her curiously.

"My lady, I must protest. I give my apologies for the earlier intrusion and ask you not to accost me further."

"Please, all is well. Come inside." she says with a warm satisfaction to her voice that causes him to fondly remember the night before.

He calmly approaches and kneels down next to the basin so that he may look her in the eye. "Why then, fair lass, were you so shocked to find me standing in your doorway besides the obvious embarassment?"

She blushes, watching his lips as he spoke that sentence, recalling the feel of them against her sex. "I was shocked Mr. Sparrow because frankly I didn't think such a grand lover as you truly existed only in my dreams."

He smiles wide, placing his hand against the back of her head he says,"My pretty maid, I'll have you know I meant every last word I said last night out in that garden and darling, it's Captain Sparrow, if you would please?" She lets out a slight giggle before his mouth captures her own.

She shows some surprise at his need to continue the costumed charade from last night. "Mr. Sparrow, are you leading me to believe that you are a man of the Royal Fleet?" She smiles curiously. He laughs,"My lady, I can assure you that I am not bound to a fleet, royal or not, I am very much my own man, but the vessel I sail is indeed under my command." "You are a merchant trader then?" her eyes aglow with excitement, eager to one day hear of his tales of far off exotic places. He chuckles a bit. "You could say that," he punctuates with a sly smile. "Well then, Captain Sparrow, shall you be accompanying me to tonight's play at the theater in town?"

"Perhaps, but I must ask, what be my beauty's name?"

She laughs greatly at this, yet manages to respond,"Your beauty's name is Marin Devigny."

"Then I would be most delighted to accompany the delicious Ms. Marin Devigny to the evening play. I can't say I'm the sort for the entertainment, but if it gets boring enough I'll be sure to find some way to entertain you," he says with a sly smile and a wink.

Their enterance at the theater is met with many looks from the usual crowd wondering who on earth this new gentleman is and where he came from for he certainly looks more spanish born than english. Marin and Jack take their seats as the well-groomed women from their boxes aloof the crowd spy from the comfort of their glasses as to the relationship of these two. Mrs. Marmout leans to her right and motions with her eyes to Lady Stanton.

"I've never seen that man with Ms. Devigny before, have you?" Mrs. Marmout asks with a peep through her eyeware.

"No I have not, but he certainly is someone I would like to get to know, wouldn't you?" Lady Stanton says with a mischevious smile in her friend's direction.

"All in good time, my dear," she says as they sit back and the play begins.

Captain Jack sits in his seat watching the goings on of the play, but his mind is not in it. This evening he has seen so many baubles and trinkets on the women, he has stumbled upon a regular goldmine of opportunity and still his mind is not in it, he can only focus on Marin, the young beauty sitting to his left and how badly he wants to ravish her, even right here in this theater in front of everyone. "Damn that I can't!," he whispers to himself. Marin looks over at him.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes love I'm fine, just having thoughts," he says with a grandiose smile.

This gets her attention, now time to keep it going, he thinks to himself.

"Well my pretty lass, I was merely thinking of you really, and how such a beautiful sweet woman you are," he lets slide with a whisper off his tongue as his fingers mindlessly begin to trace the curve of her breast, travelling along the design of the dress, pressing against her skin with a featherlight touch. She noticeably closes her eyes and gasps as his fingers find the slight valley between her breasts, but they do not stop, they continue upward to her right ear then move acrossed until they're touching her lips, caressing them gently, and oh how he is aching for her then!

"Blast it! I can't stand this any longer, we're leaving!"

This startles Marin, but she quickly complies. With the play still going the two fully stand and make their way past people to their exit. Jack, not being too graceful and falling on a few people,"Sorry mate, just wanting to ravish my girl is all!" he says in a none-too-hushed tone as he flashes the gentleman a cheeky smile and a wink that causes the man to shift slightly in his seat allowing Jack to pass by as he pulls Marin behind. Now all the fine gentlemen and ladies whose eyes were on the play are now upon the couple exiting in the middle of the performance, a most unseeming thing to do, and yet here they are doing just that!

"Who on earth does he think he is, causing Ms. Devigny such disgrace as this?" Lady Stanton remarks.

"Well Stanton, I don't think Ms. Devigny seems to mind. Take a look." She passes her spectacles to Lady Stanton who gives a sharp cry at what she sees. Pressed against the side wall is Ms. Devigny with her suitor firmly against her, kissing her wildly in full view of all.

"Have they no dignity?" Lady Stanton says with a loathsome look.

"My dear Stanton, our standards are fastly fading, things are not as they used to be and it's such a shame, but leave them to their impropriety and let us continue with our entertainment shall we?"

Lady Stanton nods resolutely.

She laughs,"Yes of course, go, I'll be waiting here."

He kisses her very fondly once more before making his way to the lavatory. Marin sits down on a bench as she waits for him in the lobby. The door to the theater swings open and out comes Ms. Carlson with a grand smile and sits next to Ms. Devigny.

"I see you've found yourself a mighty catch there, Ms. Devigny."

"You can stave off propriety Jana." "Well it looks as though you've done much of that for the both of us tonight."

"Perhaps you're right, but seeing that he is clearly most taken with me, what is he to you, Jana?" Marin says, her right eyebrow slightly raised.

Jana smiles somewhat wickedly and whispers,"Just thought you might like to know Ms. Devigny, ...that you're in league with a pirate."

This shocks Marin to the core for this is a most grevious accusation and people don't call someone a pirate if there isn't just cause. Pirates are fearless criminals who care of nothing but their own black hearts, they are wanted everywhere for everything. They are the vagabond thieves, always on the run from authorities that wish to take from them their liberties, take them away from their ship, their lifeblood.

"What cause do you have to accuse Mr. Sparrow?" she cries, feeling a lump starting to form in the back of her throat.

"A little bird told me that last night you met and last night he proposed marriage, a bit hasty for a well-bred gentleman now wouldn't you say Ms. Devigny? For what other reason than to marry you, create some sort of "accident" whereas you are either killed or left an invalid, and he then runs off to the ocean with your money to serve his own liking. Ponder that Ms. Devigny before you go off galavanting with this man, I say this for your own good. I have no wish to see you hurt."

"Of course not. Now please go. Please..."

Ms. Carlson stands and with a slight curtsy she returns inside leaving Marin to her stormy thoughts going in every which way.

Captain Jack stands before the mirror preening himself,"Aye she is a beautiful piece of flesh and grand in character as well, hard to find that in a woman these days, full of spirit she is!" he says aloud to himself as he checks the white paint over his teeth. He returns to find his pretty maid not looking her most pleasant self.

"Ms. Devigny? Marin...?" He tries to softly ease the edge of her demeanor and figure out what has happened.

She merely turns her tearful eyes up to him and he knows something has definately taken a wrong turn.

"What was said? Did I cause you some irreparable shame?" he asks worriedly as he kneels down on one knee beside her. For the first time in his life he's found something else besides his ship he'd do anything to save and do anything to keep whole and intact. With each tear that escapes her eye and slides down her cheek is like a dagger being slowly pressed inward.

"No...I was merely informed as to your true personage." She presses her handkerchief to her nose.

This causes Jack some puzzlement. "What do you mean my true personage?"

"Exactly as I said!" Marin stands, her anger coming to the surface,"You are a bloody pirate for all your worth! Everything, all of it, has no doubt been nothing but a lie to steal from me and my household! Well I leave you now to your own keeping. Goodevening Jack of all Trades, a Master of Disguising his own heart and take your lying tongue with you! Blast the night I laid eyes on you at that party!"

She flings her handkerchief at him and walks briskly out to her waiting carriage as Jack stands where he is absolutely stunned. I have done nothing and yet in her eyes I have done everything.

"Well Jack, for once in your life you stay clean for a bit and look where it lands ya! A woman throwing her snot in yer face and no more plunder than when ya came!" He says aloud to himself with a hearty laugh to follow.

He fixes his jacket and walks outside. His eyes survey the road, looking on towards the carriage that is seen disappearing in the distance. The heavy heart aches in his chest, but he knows that if he lingers he'll be caught and hanged surely. "She believes me a pirate and a liar. That spirited lady will one day learn that the names 'Liar' and 'Pirate' need not be synonymous." This he thinks to himself as people begin to file out of the theater.

With a weighted sigh he replaces his hat and strolls casually down to the pier where his ship has waited these past many days for her Captain's return. Tonight, he would not let two ladies down in one eve.

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