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When morning finally came, I wasn't quite ready to get up. Sure, I was a big mess and it was going to take a lot to get me ready for the day, but that still didn't mean I wanted to get up anytime soon. Cutler was lying next to me fast asleep as well. He looked so very cute when he was sleeping. His eyes were closed and just a tiny bit of drool was dribbling out of his mouth.

I squirmed closer to the love of my life and put my arms around him. I started rubbing his back gently and pressed my body up a bit closer to him. The feel of bare flesh on bare flesh just felt so good. Somehow, I must've woken Cutler up, because he moaned softly and opened one blue eye. Smiling happily at me, he tucked his head between my breasts and wrapped his arms around me.

A smile crossed my lips. Cutler was so baby-like in the morning. He was just like a little child who needed his mommy to hold onto. Luckily, I was the one Cutler needed to hold onto. Continuing to stroke his back, I decided to ask him my question from yesterday. Raising an eyebrow at him, I stated, "Cutler, you never answered my question from yesterday."

Cutler didn't really respond at first. He brought his hands down my back and rested them on my ass. Closing his eyes again, he asked, "What question?" Hoping that he really was going to pay attention and wasn't going to fall asleep again while I was trying to talk to him, I murmured, "You know, the question about you making sure you stay safe."

There was a long silence and I kind of gave up on an answer. Finally, Cutler responded without bothering to open his eyes, "Can you really see me doing anything dangerous?" I thought about that and shook my head slowly. Cutler wasn't a military man. No, he much preferred to work safely in an office, but still. I didn't want to see him in any hazardous position.

Still keeping his eyes closed, Cutler opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue. He dragged it across one of my breasts and wrapped one of his legs around me. When he didn't get a reaction out of me, Cutler popped his eyes open and saw my worried expression. He put a pout on his lips and replied, "Why are you worrying for no reason at all?"

I shrugged, realizing that there probably was no real reason to worry, but still. Cutler was the only good thing I had in life. Of course I couldn't help but worry about him. Finally opening his eyes, Cutler saw my depressed expression. Rolling his eyes, he reached up and flicked one of my little pink nipples, making it go all perky in excitement.

"There's need for all that depression," Cutler told me. "We're all going to be fine. All we're doing today is talking to Davy Jones. We won't even be going on the Flying Dutchman." Flying what? What the hell was that? Noticing my blank expression, Cutler confirmed, "The Flying Dutchman. It's Jones' ship, but we won't even set foot in it. That's for Admiral Norrington and Mr. Mercer to do."

James was going to be on Davy Jones' ship? I didn't think I liked the sound of that. Was James going to be in danger? I bit my lip nervously and betrayed my fear in my eyes. Just one look at me and Cutler could tell I was still nervous. He slithered up my body and put his hands on my chin so we were eye to eye as he said, "Stop worrying, my dear. It's all going to be fine. It always is."

Deciding to trust him, I nodded apprehensively and tried to push thoughts of James to the back of my mind. Cutler started fondling my breasts as we lay naked together and soothed me, "The East India Trading Company has control of Jones' heart. He won't do anything to disobey us. There's no need to worry at - bloody hell, look at the time!"

Cutler's eyes popped open as he looked at the clock hanging on the wall opposite us. Before I had a chance to read it, Cutler was helping me to my feet. He tossed me my dress and hesitated. I started putting my dress on, but just as soon as I got it off, Cutler ripped it back off. I gave him a confused look, totally unsure of what he was doing.

Cutler hurried over to a bucket on the desk and dipped a clean part of the sheet into it. He vigorously washed my body off and threw my dress back at me, "Okay, now you're fine. I can't have you going out smelling like sex. Dress quickly." I nodded, but made no move to dress. Instead, I tore off another clean part of the sheet and went over to get it wet in the water bucket.

Now that the cloth was wet, I hurried back to Cutler and started washing his body. I started with his chest and worked my way down. Cutler watched me with a small smile. When I got to his ass, I couldn't resist giving it a nice, long lick. Cutler gave a little groan and whined, "Jenna...don't do that! You know that makes me want you..."

"But Cutler, I do want you," I protested. I couldn't help myself. He had such a nice backside; all round, creamy, and delicious. I kept licking over the naked skin and then dipped my tongue between his legs. Cutler cried out, suddenly spun around, and grabbed me. His expression was unreadable as he pushed me to the floor and pinned me there.

"Now let's see how much you like this, mm?" Cutler asked as he pulled my hips up and started licking over my ass. I whimpered as his tongue crept over sensitive skin. Cutler licked me for far too long, making me drip and tremble. Cutler pushed my hips up more and pushed his tongue over the slit between my legs. He started sucking on my warm folds.

"Cutler, please..." I begged. Cutler pushed on my sensitive spot before abruptly getting up and dressing. He left me on the floor all wanting him and helpless. I moaned for his attention, but Cutler just smirked at me and replied a-matter-of-factly, "That's what you get for teasing me, baby. Maybe you'll know better for next time, hm?" Oh fuck, Cutler was trying to get revenge on me.

After he dressed and I was still lying on the floor like he had left me, Cutler rolled his eyes and pulled me to my feet. I stuck out my lip and gave him a pout while he tossed me my dress. Cutler kissed the lip I had stuck out and pulled my dress over my head, saying, "Now don't be like that. I'm only showing you what it's like when you go around teasing me."

I shrugged and didn't reply. Cutler started leading me to the door, but abruptly stopped. He tore of a very tiny piece of the sheet and wadded it up. I was about to ask what he was doing, but he was already lifting my skirt and pushing my folds open. Cutler craned his neck to get a good view of the place between my legs before he shoved the wadded up piece of sheet up my slit.

"What was that for?" I asked, feeling weird with the cloth up my slit. Cutler stood back up and explained, "How would you like it if you started bleeding and dripped through your skirt?" I realized he did have a point there and nodded. Cutler took my hand and started leading me out of the ship. Almost as soon as we were outside of the cabin, a maid opened the door and stuck her head in.

"Watch this," I said, tapping Cutler's shoulder. "How long do you think she's going to last in there?" Following my gaze to the cabin, Cutler smirked. Before we had a chance to place bets, the maid ran back out of the cabin, holding her nose and looking disgusted. She cast Cutler and me a wide-eyed look of horror and ran in the other direction.

"That was rather comical," Cutler remarked, trying not to smile as he and I stepped off the Endeavor and onto the ground. The two of us were immediately greeted by a group of soldiers and Admiral Norrington. The soldiers looked scared. I couldn't help but wonder what exactly it was that they were scared of. Looking to my left, I suddenly noticed an enormous ship. It was definitely Davy Jones' ship. I gave a little nervous squeak and pressed myself against Cutler's side.

Abruptly, a large group of the strangest looking creatures I had ever seen approached us. They certainly weren't human, but they weren't exactly fish either. It was literally impossible to tell what the hell they were. I gave them a look of horror and looked up at Cutler. Suddenly, Davy Jones stepped through the fish people (that's what I'm going to call them because they looked half-fish and half-human) and stood protectively in front of the group, looking very furious.

James was holding a chest in his hands. Davy's gaze focused on it before his eyes widened. He stared at it in horror and I could only guess that his heart was being kept in that chest. James looked at soldiers and gave them a reassuring look as he said, "Steady men." He stepped between Davy's crew members with two soldiers and the chest.

Davy's eyes narrowed angrily as he burst out, "Go on! All of you! I will not have it on my ship." From next to me, I could here Cutler sigh. Needing to take charge, Cutler stepped out of the group and in front of Davy. Raising an eyebrow he said in a commanding voice, "I'm sorry to hear that because I will. Because it seems to be the only way the ship do as the company directs it to. We need prisoners to interrogate which tends to work best when they're alive." I noticed the emphasis on "alive".

Davy continued shaking angrily, looking like he was going to blow up at any moment. I thought it looked nice to see Cutler taking charge over Davy. Davy obviously needed help. Wasn't it obvious that you can't just go around killing people? Apparently it wasn't to some half-fish half-human creature. Glaring at Cutler, Davy hissed, "The ships sails as its captain commands!"

Cutler spoke over his words, giving him a dirty look as he replied, "And that captain is to sail it as COMMANDED!" Davy looked a bit taken back as Cutler stepped closer to him and leaned up to murmur in his ear, "I thought you would've learned that when I told you to kill your 'pet'. This is no longer your world, Jones. The immaterial has become...immaterial."

Davy's face contorted, but he seems to realize that he had no say in this matter. Sighing, he turned and stormed back onto his ship. Now that Davy was gone, I looked to my right at all the soldiers standing there. Surprisingly enough, the governor was there as well. He looked old, sad, and tired. I wondered why. Perhaps he missed Elizabeth? I wasn't sure.

Thinking that he could use someone to talk to, I went over and put my hand on his arm as I said, "Hello, Mr. Swann." The governor looked surprised and then blinked down at me. It took a few minutes before he realized me. Finally, his face lit up in recognition and he said, "Why, Miss Cook! I didn't think I'd see you again. What are you doing here?"

"I'm staying with Lord Beckett," I explained, pointing in Cutler's direction. "How are you? You look sad. Do you miss Lizzy?" Mr. Swann opened his mouth to say something, but Cutler was to my side in a flash. He fastened an arm around my hips and pulled me away from the governor, saying in a slick voice, "Now, dear, why don't you go back to the house and get dinner ready? I'm starving and it would be so nice not to have to cook for once. Do you think you can do that?"

Shrugging, I nodded and waved to Mr. Swann as I left. Mr. Swann gave me one last sad, worried look. Little did I know that was the last time I would ever see Mr. Swann again. However, I thought absolutely nothing of it at the time and instead skipped off to fix supper just like Cutler had requested. When I arrived at his house, I went into the kitchen and started pulling ingredients out.

I was certainly no cook, so I just threw a bunch of vegetables in a pot along with some broth to try and make some sort of soup. Unfortunately, the soup wasn't smelling too good by the time Cutler arrived back home. I took a tiny taste of it and god, it was bad! I was tempted to throw the whole thing out, but Cutler walked in at that moment.

"Hello, darling, something smells good," Cutler said, obviously not thinking since the soup smelled like shit. Reluctantly, I put some of my soup disaster into a bowl in front of Cutler. He took a spoonful of it and put it in his mouth. I waited for him to tell me it tasted horrid, but he just said, "Mm, this was good." Something was definitely wrong.