I don't even know why in the world I wrote this, but here it is. The squeal to Spin the Rum bottle.

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You scurry up to the crow's nest, ready to resume your nightly duties. Pulling yourself into the small space, you are suddenly surprised when you felt more weight go on the ropes. You look down to see none other than Captain Sparrow climbing up to where you currently are. You feel as if a cannon ball had dropped in our stomach.

FLASHBACK

Jack slammed you against the door, kissing you ferociously. Both your hands grabbed at each other, trying to remove as much clothing as quickly as possible. Suddenly Jack grabbed your hips and started grinding them against his. You moan, become more and more aroused. You could feel the bulge in Jacks pants grow, if possibly, larger. Jack immediately started to move his hips harder.

BAM! Your hips knocked loudly against the door. Both of you paused your movements for a moment. Jack simply brushed it off and continued his activities. But the loud noise had slightly awoken you from your lusty haze.

"Jack," you tried to shout, but only achieved a small whisper. He began to nuzzle your neck.

"Jack," you repeated, only a bit more forcefully.

"Hmm?" he hums against your neck.

"Stop." you attempt once again to yell, only to come out with the same results as before. Jack merely brings you into another kiss. After a while he breaks it and puts his forehead against yours.

"And why would I want to stop?" he nips lightly at your bottom lip between words. You can feel yourself slowly submitting to him, that is, until you feel a hand on the laces of your breeches. With sudden new found strength you push Jack away and dart out the door.

END FLASHBACK

You quickly shake your head and step back as Jack pulls himself into the crows nest.

"What are you doing here?" you ask.

"Love, I'm Captain, I can go where I please." he replies with a smirk. You scowl and turn away from him to look at the horizon. You can feel Jack's eyes boring into the back of your head. You turn around, getting annoyed of his staring. He's lying down with a sort of victorious grin on his face.

"Can I help you Captain?" you command.

"Nope, just enjoyin' the view." he says cockily, his eyes running up and down your body. "Well actually, ye could help me." you roll your eyes and ask what he wants. "Ye see, I 'ave this itch that needs scratch'n and its being quite stubborn, if ye catch me drift." You stare at him in confusion. Then realization starts dawning on you.

"You bastard!" you yell, and then storm down the rigging, but not without giving Jack a farewell kick.

R&R!!