He's so cute.

Pearl loves her Jack. Her adult, scarred up, filthy, smelling, dreadlocked man. She loves every patch of gunpowder embetted in his skin, every rotten tooth, every sun slapped wrinkle. This boy seems completely raw and unfinished but-- goddamn if he isn't cute. And so much like a toy.
Her Jack may be all too willing to complete her every whim, but their relationship is one respect deep as their oceans and a mutual understanding. The boy can't hop too fast enough. He's like a willing slave. She's not abusing that so much as just going with it.
Pearl would never hurt him. But it's lovely to have a little pet Jack.

She goes back and forth between the two- one not knowing of the other. It's beyond exciting and all hers. And adventure she doesn't share with either of them. Her Captain... well of course he knows now. Not about the boy, but that Pearl's been with another. How could he not? She comes to him with seed on the inside of her white thigh and he smell of him all over.
She comes to Jack without a word and pulls him down on top of her to finish the job.

While Jack fucks with abandon and newfound purpose she savors all of it. Every thrust that was harder then the others or when he seems to try to sniff out everywhere someone else has been and reclaim her.
She's never been jealous of any of the other women or men Jack has been with. Not for the sex. If any women was allowed to live on her as Jack's lover it would have been completely different and she was always angry when he would spend the night elsewhere and she was such at the dock. Landlocked and away from him.
Maybe just a little bit- it's about revenge for all those times. Even if it only started out because she wanted the boy. But like usual- Pearl is doing her part to drive Jack just a little bit madder.

After days of being fucked back and forth Pearl has finally slowed down. Not even she can handle two Jack Sparrows. In another room away from Jack's... boat... she lays in bed with the younger one watching his smooth chest rise and fall. Pearl lightly pets every place that should be burned or scared. She touches his soft pink lips with her fingers.
Many people liken Jack Sparrow to an angel or a demon. Pearl- only seeing religion and never being part of it- never saw the resemblance until he fucked her on that alter. Now she thinks she might be catholic.

Pearl goes through stages where she doesn't like to sleep. At first it was far too confusing to dream. Jack would have to spend hours calming her down and explaining what she just saw and felt wasn't real. It was her mind. Pearl decided all people were insane and should never be put into places of authority if they were gonna go around crazy all the time.

She'll be good about it for a while, but more then often, mornings are tiring and the middle of the night will bring hysterics. It's one of the set backs of having a ship sleep over. This time when she wakes she understands it was a 'dream' and she's not supposed to be upset or angry about anything that happened. She's supposed to let Jack sleep and they can talk about it later.
She wants to talk about it now.

For the past few minutes Pear; has been on all fours over Jack- staring at his face from inches away- willing him awake.