SWITCHED FOREVER
A/n: Sorry for the delay, here is the next installment of Switched Forever. Dedicated to my very loyal reader, Eric Bloodstone. Enjoy!
Chapter Seven: Is that your waist my dear?
The fresh sea breeze filled the surrounding air and Jack breathed it in deeply, the salty breath making him feel more at home than he had felt all day. Well, as home as he knew he could ever be in his current condition. When he had departed the carriage not too long ago he had found himself at a small dock that he was unaware existed in Port Royal, it was small and abandoned, save for two guards and a fairly small ship. A long gangplank was set against the ground leading directly to the side of the ship, a few feet in front of a decent size door. From where Jack stood it appeared that there was nothing more on the ship than that room, and perhaps whatever lay below deck. Suddenly he sighed, even though the sigh caught him off guard he knew the reason for his deep and sorrowful sigh. The small ship in front of him reminded him of his own ship, the Pearl, a beauty that was a legend across the oceans. His ship, that was currently so very far from him, although technically his own feet were at the current moment walking on its very decks, he wasn’t there to admire its beauty and to stroke the…
Jack yelped suddenly.
He had been so lost in his thoughts that he had not realized that Lord Cunningworth had appeared next to him, and spent the past few moments composing himself before wrapping his filthy hands around Elizabeth’s waist. His dirty hand moving downwards quickly showing both his eager and intentions.
Jack slapped Lord Cunningworth’s hand away quickly, spinning towards him in the same manner as Elizabeth. Elizabeth’s soft eyes glaring full of distaste, her carefully plucked eyebrows narrowed showing Jack’s true displeasure.
Lord Cunningworth paused for a moment, confused at Jack’s actions. Had this beautiful woman before him, not been leading him on only minutes prior, exposing her thigh, and saying things that would make the ears of her very own father bleed?
“What’s wrong sweetie?
“Don’t call me Sweetie, you insignificant…toad!” Jack exclaimed using a word he had heard Elizabeth use, before he turned and stormed off towards the ship, leaving behind a very turned on Lord Cunningworth.
He grinned and pulled out a once white hanky and gave his face a quick wipe taking extra care on his lips. The least he could do for the poor maiden who had read far too many romance novels was show her what a real man was like. Quickly he shoved the hanky back into his pocket, then he reached up with his right arm to wipe his nose against the sleeve of his coat.
“I’m coming darlin’” he called before adjusting his belt ever so slightly and rushing up the gangplank, leaving his guards to look at one another in amusement.
"Another poor maiden who was forced to meet Lord Cunningworth" one muttered as a the other gave a small sad chuckle at this truth. Little did they know Jack was not some poor maiden about to play Lord Cunningworth's little game, he wasn't even a maiden for crying out loud.
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