Mercy in our Hearts [Jack]

A slave camp was one of the last places Jackdaw wanted to be.  Horrible memories, ones that actually stayed in his addled brain, contained an environment very similar to this one.  However it was as good a place as any for information.  Not to mention the possibility to filch some things if the chance presented itself.  Garbed in drab and dingy clothes, he kept his head down low and his ears open.

Someone begging for water dredged up more pitiful reminders of a pained past.  How dry your throat felt, the dizziness of even getting up to move, the weakness and lack of energy in your body.  How draining living was without water.  For a brief moment he paused; would it actually benefit someone suffering just to give them a tease of life, only for them to perish not too long afterwards?

Jackdaw approached the young woman- or man- he was pretty sure it was a woman though.  He held out a canteen of water and shook it gingerly, the sounds of swishing clearly evident.  His fuschia eyes locked with hers as he offered a smile.

“Thirsty, lass?” Jack then motioned to a more isolated area of the camp to where they could speak in private. “I’ll spare ya a mug if ya can tell me some things.”

Her words trailed off, implying something that Jackdaw wouldn’t quite refuse either.  He couldn’t recall the last time he had spent alone with a woman, made frustratingly worse by the gaps in his memory.  A very coy smile lit his features.

“...And what if I toldja I wanted alla that and more.”

There was something alluring but almost mistrustful in that smirk of hers, perhaps a relatable and mutual facade.  Especially when she mentioned that she’d do everything he wanted; resisting the urge to haul her over his shoulder to swiftly make a more personal and passionate congress, Jackdaw slowly extended the canteen to her.

“I ain’t any man, I’m the man.  The name’s Jackdaw, but a sweetheart like yourself can call me 'Jack,' or whatever fits your fancy.”  He then pulled the canteen back momentarily, his smile revealing a fanged grin.  “Save half of it for later, you’re gonna need it.”

“It ain’t braggin’ if it’s the truth, love.” Jackdaw licked his lips in anticipation, watching her drink from the canteen as it dribbled down her own tempting mouth.  How he wanted her to drink of him, and vice versa.  She then approached him, wiping her mouth, making the act even more sultry.  

The only thing stopping him right then and there was the embarrassment of performing their sordid act in the middle of the slave camp, surrounded by watchful eyes.

“O-Oi,” Jack placed a hand upon her shoulder before she could lower herself.  “I’m as eager as you sweetheart, but maybe we oughtta take it somewhere private.  I don’t like givin’ others a free show yeah.”

“...Nevermind this ain’t your first time. I don’t want it to be over with quick,” the corner of Jack’s lips curled upwards in a smile.  The straightforwardness in her, the ability to be above morality simply to survive resonated with him.  He could definitely relate.  Not only that but she was smart- especially about the gossip of men- the reason why Jack came here in the first place.

“Go on then, love, I’ll follow.  Make sure your tent’s all nice and tidy for me, yeah.”  He said with a more than playful wink.

The look in her eyes and laughter was the perfect response.  To say Jackdaw was attracted would be an understatement.  As he watched her nonchalantly make her way back to her tent, he tried not to focus entirely on her hips and bottom.  While waiting he stretched out his body, limbering himself up for the future excitement, then followed suit.

Once entering the tent he settled himself into a very relaxed position, licking his lips in anticipation.  “Absolutely lovin’ whatcha did with the tent, sweetheart.  I wish most ladies had half the mind like you.”

Part way through their lewd act Jackdaw happened to notice that the working woman was in fact a man.  Not that it mattered, since that kind of person was his type regardless.  Finally having released his own frustrations sexually, a now topless Jack sat at the opening of the tent, an arm leaning out with a lit clove cigarette.  He didn’t want to smoke out the tent, and could also keep his ear on the outside simultaneously.

“...I can tell you’ve been doin’ this for a while.  Also I don’t think ya introduced me proper, yeah?”  Jack tilted his head backwards and out the opening of the tent, exhaling a cloud of smoke.  Peeking back in, he flashed a wide and fanged grin.

“I wasn’t lyin’ ‘bout how I wanted to talk either, sweetheart.  I’d like to know details ‘bout this camp.  I figure lotsa men tell ya things they don’t tell nobody else.”