Captive

Jul. 1st, 2012 10:04 am
itscaptain_kthx: (ot3)
Jack woke, wrists still bound to the bedpost with simple yet effective sailors' knots. He'd had to sleep somewhat awkwardly, and his shoulder was aching.

It was a wonder he'd been able to sleep at all. Captive, bound, headed for the gallows, and all this not two feet from the man who wanted him dead. Yet somehow, he'd fallen asleep with a deep sense of calm, something he'd only ever experienced on the deck of the Pearl.

A troubling and unwelcome thought crossed his mind. Was there some part of him that had enjoyed being tamed, if only briefly, by James? He shook his head, refusing to accept that. Captain Jack Sparrow was claimed by no one.

The memory of his name in Norrington's impeccable, aristocratic accent sent a shiver down his spine, and he cursed under his breath. He'd been with men before, as any man at sea as long as he was had, but it had rarely been more than convenience. Yet even the most beautiful whores in Tortuga had never made his blood race quite as much as that one word.

"Any chance you've woken with a changed heart?" he asked, loud enough to wake James, if the man wasn't awake already.

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Cpt Jack Sparrow

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