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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Evangeline felt something against the skin of her cheek. Her eyes opened and focused on Jack's face. The pad of his thumb trailed across her jaw as he lazily smiled, and Geline smiled in return. They had not dressed before falling asleep, and thin, old sheets were the only barrier between them. Jack's feet brushed hers, and limbs laid across limbs. Remembering the night before and what they had experienced, Geline blushed and buried her face into Jack's chest.
"Morning, my love," he whispered, kissing her temple.
Yawning, she ran her hand along his shoulder and down his arm.
"I had a wonderful dream about a beautiful woman," he said.
"Did you?"
Jack kissed the edge of her shoulder.
"A wonderful, fulfilling dream."
"What a lucky woman."
He sat up and stretched as the morning sun lit his tan skin. Geline took her lower lip into her mouth at the sight of him. Jack grabbed the sheets covering her nakedness and quickly pulled them back, smiling mischievously, and she shrieked.
"Jack!" Her giggles filled the room.
His mouth fell to her thigh, and he kissed upward, his fingers grazing the skin on the inside of her leg. Geline signed, hoping his fingers would continue to explore her body. However, he looked up, bared his teeth, and dramatically pretended to bite her with clashing teeth. They laughed, and their lips met for a chaste kiss.
"How are you after our time together last night?" He asked, rolling over.
Words would always fail to describe her time with Captain Jack Sparrow, and now, as she tried to express how she felt, Geline knew that she would be unable to do it justice. It had been the culmination of their years together, the happy, miserable, harrowing, lovesick, and adventurous moments combining in a clash- and sighs of pleasure.
"I'm happy."
"No regrets or second thoughts?"
"Never, Jack."
Looking up at the ceiling, Jack tucked his hand behind his head and smiled, lost in thought. Geline's heart quicked at the sight of him.
"I love you, you know," he whispered. "I say it often because I would hate for you to forget it."
"Please never stop telling me."
"I shan't. Cross me heart. Now, as much as I loathe the idea of you putting on clothes and us having to leave this room, we have plans."
Plans. Evangeline had almost forgotten that an entire world existed outside of the bed they were in. Jack breathed deeply and sat up, pushing himself off the bed.
"We made a mess of the place," he commented, walking toward the piles of clothes in the middle of the room.
Rising, Geline noted that he was right, and she smiled. They had flung their items without care, and she knew she wanted to see their attire strewn about in the future when giving in to their passions. She started to get out of bed, but Jack shook his finger at her.
