Evangeline McKenna has won Jack Sparrow's heart. Now, as she joins him again on his beloved Pearl, outside forces threaten to tear them-and everyone else-apart. The crew teams up with new and old forces to defeat a wealthy man in London who wants no...
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Shipwreck Cove. July the 1st, 1745
Thick morning daylight filled the quarters belonging to the since passed Edward Teague, but Evangeline stood in the shadows before an intricately carved dresser, admiring the portraits that sat atop it. They were small, and all housed in silver-plated frames. Jack approached her from behind, his bare skin caressing hers and he hugged her, placing a kiss on her shoulder.
They had both slept in later than they were used to. With no ship duties to attend to, they had laid in bed, tangled with each other for the better part of an hour. It had felt like, Geline thought, something akin to heaven. Jack had watched her as she dressed, slack-jawed and dumbfounded as if he could not tear his eyes from her. "If only ya understood just what ya do to me," he had said, and she wished she did.
Geline chose a frame and lifted it for Jack to see.
"Who is this?" She asked, dusting the glass off.
"That's my Da. He's quite young there, before Daniel came crawling from the depths of hell," he replied with a snicker.
The young Edward Teague was the spitting image of both Daniel and Jack, although his eyes did not match his son's. Jack's eyes must have been passed on from his mother, she thought. There was a pang of sadness, as she realized she would never get the chance to meet his parents. She sat the frame down and chose another of a child, a wide smile drawn full and sincere.
"And this?" She asked, and Jack rested his chin on her shoulder to examine the picture.
"That is yours truly, darlin'."
She smiled and Jack reached out to hold it with her.
"Must've been ten or so. The artist didn't add this scar," he said, and Geline turned to see him point to a little, pebble-shaped scar on his lower jaw.
"Did that happen on some grand childhood adventure?" She asked, setting his picture down.
"I tripped and fell," he said matter-of-factly. "Landed on some rocks."
She giggled and placed a kiss on his jaw above the long since healed spot. Jack gripped tightly to her arm, a sigh slipping from between his lips.
"Oh, be careful. If ya do that again, I'll be telling Ena we're skippin' breakfast," he whispered, his breath hot on her ear. "That particular spot is dreadfully sensitive."
His voice produced shivers along her spine, and she looked up at him, realizing the power she wielded with one simple kiss. She had elicited a reaction from him, and she wanted to do so again. Jack's pupils darkened as he understood that she meant to do so, and this time, she let her lips linger. Jack moaned her name, his hands clasping at her sleeves as he roughly turned her around, pressing her into the dresser so that she faced him. The frames clattered to the ground, and Jack placed his hands on either side of her body, trapping her there with her mouth hung open in surprise.
