little bird

James took the glass, eyes on hers as his fingers brushed hers. “What do you know about…” he brought the glass to his lips. “Vivaldi?” Hook’s gaze flickered to the piano on the far side of the room. He was tempted to see just what else she’d do if he asked; he’d heard she’d been quite cozy with Jack when he was captain in his absence, and yet here she was at his doorstep now he was back in the chair. 

Honestly, James didn’t want to be bothered, but after all the plans of battle had fallen short and nothing had happened, he didn’t have the energy to fight to be alone. He also was captain, and knew that after all the uncertainty had suffocated the air leading up to Helena’s fate, he had to be available to his crew. He sighed when it was Lara that entered, and raised his brows at her before managing a small, grim smile. “I would appreciate that greatly,” he said, sighing slightly, and then added before she could get any closer. “I’ll take a whiskey,” and he nodded to the decanter by his bookcase. 

Starkey raised his brows at her words, and despite the urge that flowed every time someone said he was in charge, he didn’t feel like correcting her that it was only until Hook returned. “Oh believe me, I’ve not forgotten you or your…many talents,” he stated, feeling his trousers growing a little tight around his groin as his mind wandered. He turned away from her slightly, looking out over the wild sea. “However, the captain expects everything to run smoothly while he’s gone, and even as welcome a distraction you are,” Starkey turned back, a twitch in his upper lip as he thought of how to word it without being insulting. “I’m afraid if I had my way, nothing would get done on the ship, and I’d be flogged.”

Jack glanced over his shoulder, checking to see if anyone would see that he was allowing himself to be distracted from his duties, and then closed the distance between the two of them. “Aye, I have been keeping my eye on you,” he commented in a low voice, scanning her body, swallowing slightly at the way the water made her dress cling to her frame. He brought his coffee to his lips again, glancing away from the temptation to grab her close and shag her right there on the deck. He knew she’d left that painting in his cabin to torment him, and despite hating to admit it, it had been working. 

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With Hook off in port, Starkey relaxed a bit into his position of first mate, making his rounds on the ship to make sure everyone was doing what they were supposed to. He told off Hobbs and Agate for standing around when they should’ve been battening down the hatches, making sure everything was secure, as it looked as though they were in for another terrible storm. He sniffed distastefully at McCraig, who was tucking into a second helping of breakfast in the galley, before taking a cup of coffee out to the deck. The wind was howling, and the sky spitting down on the already soaked deck. He walked steadily, sipping his brew, as though the whole ship wasn’t moving on the choppy water. His hair hung wet over his forehead now from the rain; his coat offered little protection from the elements, his shirtfront soaked through now as he made his way over to the blonde. “Careful Vas,” he commented behind her, lifting his mug to his lips. “Doubt the captain would be happy if reports reached him that I let you fall to Davy Jones,” he added, before taking a sip.

Starkey gave a mischievous grin, amused with Lara. He could never tell with the birds, if they were truly interested in him, or if they just wanted to get paid. They had a way of making a man feel like he was the only person in the world when they sunk their claws in. “And what does a pretty little thing like yourself want to be spoiled with?” He asked, squeezing her against him. “Name it,” he added.

Jack gave a slight shake of his head, spinning the ring she’d complimented earlier round his finger with his thumb, the arm still resting around her shoulders. “Oh, I think you could do with a bit more spoiling, seeing your desires are…” he leaned into her a bit. “So easy to satisfy,” Starkey grinned, raising his brows at her.

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Starkey arched a dark brow, knowing smile on his lips. “Is that so?” He returned, guiding them down the path that led to the beach, away from the noisy pub and people-littered pier. “And do you always get what you want, Vas?” Jack asked in amusement, adjusting so that his arm was around her shoulders now. 

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Starkey looked away from Colin as the man got a goofy grin on his face, and pulled his jacket on. Hand on the small of Lara’s back, Starkey led them towards the door, heading out into the quickly darkening night. “Bit crowded in there, you know?” He commented, talking more about the table than the actual pub. “Bet the beach is empty,” Jack added, cocking his head to the side as he looked down at her.

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