Taming A Dragon
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
1,851
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 9 - Slight Complications
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Taming A Dragon
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine although that shouldn’t be much in this fan fiction.
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 9 - Slight Complications
The hands clasping her arms pushed her harshly aside as the pistol fired off, Oria landed on her hands and knees heavily to the left of where she had been stood only seconds ago. She stared back over her shoulder; Jack stood looking slightly startled as blood began to pump from two shot wounds to his chest. He pressed his fingers to it and gave a disbelieving half-smile before slumping to the ground. Shouts began to echo out over the ship.
“Captain down! Captain down! Get the cargo over.” Oria stumbled to her feet and began to head for Jack only for an arm to clasp around her waist and drag her away sharply.
“Oh no you don’t darling, you’ve been upgraded to cargo.” Clenching her fists she attempted to strike out only to find manacles clamped about them and her body being tossed over the mans’ shoulder like some hunted animal. She slammed both of her fists into his lower back; he gave a howl of pain and dropped her like a sack of potatoes onto the deck. Oria rolled several times before struggling up onto her feet only to come face to face with his fist as it connected with her temple. Her limp frame fell back to the floor unmoving, “You sure this one’s even worth it?” The other man nodded.
“Captain said to bring any women aboard. Skinny thing but she’s definitely female, best get her into the Captains’ quarters before she wakes.” The pirate nodded and picked up the now unresisting form before jogging over to their ship.
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Jack woke slowly, the ache in his chest dull but throbbing as if there was no tomorrow. He groaned and contemplated why the planks felt so soft before sitting up a little too fast and watching the mans’ concerned face spin.
“Easy Captain, you lost a lot of blood.” He scowled at the man while slowly lowering himself back to the bed.
“What’s your name crewman?” The man smiled.
“Bill sir, Bootstrap Bill Turner, I’m only one of the deckhands but I’m also one of the only one’s fit enough to tend to you sir. We took a heavy battering Captain, won’t be fit to sail for at least another couple of days.” Jack nodded slowly.
“Very well, very well. Tell me where’s our little friend Oria got to?” He glanced about the room but there was no sign of the female, Bootstrap avoided his gaze.
“Sorry Captain, we lost her.” Jack chuckled.
“Must still be slightly fuzzy, I thought you said…” The grin faded and was replaced with a shocked expression, “How did this happen?” Bootstrap shuffled slightly.
“Well, she was taken over to their ship when that crew had restrained us. Nothing could have been done Captain, besides, it’s not like anyone was that fond of her. Alright, nice to look at but unrealistic on a pirate ship Captain.” Jack nodded slowly.
“I suppose so. Wake me when the ship is ready to sail.” Bootstrap nodded and watched as the man not much younger than himself snuggled up under the covers holding his shoulder stiffly.
:/
Oria woke to the gentle rocking of a ship her head pounding as if all of the household cavalry and cannons had decided to hold a party in there. She wriggled deeper under the covers relishing the heat of the blankets and the soft hugging of the mattress, she paused her brain realising it had just registered something important but not quite sure what.
Her eyes flew open as her mind came to the slow conclusion; she hadn’t lain in a bed for a good eighty years or so opting for hammocks instead. Abruptly she was up on her elbows and belly gazing down at the grubby if plump pillow her head had been on only a few seconds before. A chuckle echoed out from the corner of the room.
“Glad to see your awake love. Beginning to get impatient.” Oria sat up to regard the man sat in the shadow his gaze was focused on her chest she growled.
“My eyes are up here.” He grinned, his gaze still focused on her chest.
“Aye, but what’s being displayed is far more interesting.” Oria glanced down before tugging the blanket up about her; she had been stripped completely from head to toe.
“What the hell is going on, where am I and where are my clothes?” The man finally returned his gaze to her eyes and leaned forward through the darkness and into the light. A middle-aged man leered at her, his brown hair beginning to thin at the crown and in bedraggled knots tied at the nape of his neck. A hideous scar ran down the right hand side of his face across his eye which glared in a pearly white contrast to its’ black counterpart.
He stood up slowly, stiffly and stalked forwards swaying slightly as he clunked along, one leg nothing more than a crudely carved wooden leg from below the knee. His left hand reached out and grasped her chin; she didn’t dare move for risk of losing the covers. He turned her chin to each side inspecting every angle of her face before nodding and going back to sit on his previously occupied chair. He sank back down with a groan and haggard cough, “Answer me.”
“You are currently on your way to Port Royal to join a nice little whore house run by my sister, you are being taken there on my ship the Copper Tail. As for your clothes… they’ve been disposed of to ensure you don’t try escaping. No one will touch you while you stay in this cabin but put one foot out of here and every single man in my crew has my permission to have their way with ya.” He chuckled obscenely with mirth before bending over double hacking his lungs out with violent choking coughs. Oria glanced about her for anything to aid in the situation, there was absolutely nothing in the room, it had been stripped as much as she had. Her fingers tightened on the blanket.
“How long till we reach Port Royal?” The man regarded her curiously.
“Bout a week.” Oria nodded slowly and led back down pulling the covers up to her neck as she let her mind begin to take in and process the information, slowly it began to formulate a plan of action. She heard the man slowly stand again and hobble out of the small room, the door locking behind, another complication she ditched her first plan and began to re-formulate.
:/
For three days Jack had strayed in the blissful land between sleep and sleepy awakeness, this morning was none too different to the pattern that had emerged. Wake up, give a quick stretch, get out of bed to relieve self, get back in bed, curl up and return to sleep followed by occasional wake ups when the pattern repeated itself, occasionally meals were involved to add slight variation. The only difference today was that the cycle was only repeated twice before Bootstrap appeared and shook him gently awake.
“What? I’m sleepin’.” Bootstrap raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, really, probably just as well, you rarely get any.” Jack glared at him out of the corner of his eye.
“No need for sarcasm mate, what is it?”
“We’re ready to sail and I thought I had a faint memory of you asking to be told when we were ready.” He was nearly knocked from his feet as Jack leapt up with a jubilant cry and bounced out of the bed. In his hurry to get dressed he put his britches on not only inside out but back-to-front, he frowned and peeled them off again with mumbles of ‘don’t say anything’ under his breath to Bootstrap who merely grinned. He was much slower in putting his shirt on as manoeuvring a stiff shoulder into a thin piece of material at an awkward angle is not the easiest of tasks. A triumphant grin lit his features as he finally accomplished the task and turned to face Bootstrap.
“Right then, let’s get me Pearl moving.” Bootstrap grinned as the man rushed towards the door and slammed it wide open taking an exaggerated intake of fresh sea air and letting out a hearty sigh, “Ah! Much better, now… to the helm!” Jack strode off up to the helm a wide grin plastered across his face, that sleep had definitely refreshed him.
Title: Taming A Dragon
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine although that shouldn’t be much in this fan fiction.
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 9 - Slight Complications
The hands clasping her arms pushed her harshly aside as the pistol fired off, Oria landed on her hands and knees heavily to the left of where she had been stood only seconds ago. She stared back over her shoulder; Jack stood looking slightly startled as blood began to pump from two shot wounds to his chest. He pressed his fingers to it and gave a disbelieving half-smile before slumping to the ground. Shouts began to echo out over the ship.
“Captain down! Captain down! Get the cargo over.” Oria stumbled to her feet and began to head for Jack only for an arm to clasp around her waist and drag her away sharply.
“Oh no you don’t darling, you’ve been upgraded to cargo.” Clenching her fists she attempted to strike out only to find manacles clamped about them and her body being tossed over the mans’ shoulder like some hunted animal. She slammed both of her fists into his lower back; he gave a howl of pain and dropped her like a sack of potatoes onto the deck. Oria rolled several times before struggling up onto her feet only to come face to face with his fist as it connected with her temple. Her limp frame fell back to the floor unmoving, “You sure this one’s even worth it?” The other man nodded.
“Captain said to bring any women aboard. Skinny thing but she’s definitely female, best get her into the Captains’ quarters before she wakes.” The pirate nodded and picked up the now unresisting form before jogging over to their ship.
:/
Jack woke slowly, the ache in his chest dull but throbbing as if there was no tomorrow. He groaned and contemplated why the planks felt so soft before sitting up a little too fast and watching the mans’ concerned face spin.
“Easy Captain, you lost a lot of blood.” He scowled at the man while slowly lowering himself back to the bed.
“What’s your name crewman?” The man smiled.
“Bill sir, Bootstrap Bill Turner, I’m only one of the deckhands but I’m also one of the only one’s fit enough to tend to you sir. We took a heavy battering Captain, won’t be fit to sail for at least another couple of days.” Jack nodded slowly.
“Very well, very well. Tell me where’s our little friend Oria got to?” He glanced about the room but there was no sign of the female, Bootstrap avoided his gaze.
“Sorry Captain, we lost her.” Jack chuckled.
“Must still be slightly fuzzy, I thought you said…” The grin faded and was replaced with a shocked expression, “How did this happen?” Bootstrap shuffled slightly.
“Well, she was taken over to their ship when that crew had restrained us. Nothing could have been done Captain, besides, it’s not like anyone was that fond of her. Alright, nice to look at but unrealistic on a pirate ship Captain.” Jack nodded slowly.
“I suppose so. Wake me when the ship is ready to sail.” Bootstrap nodded and watched as the man not much younger than himself snuggled up under the covers holding his shoulder stiffly.
:/
Oria woke to the gentle rocking of a ship her head pounding as if all of the household cavalry and cannons had decided to hold a party in there. She wriggled deeper under the covers relishing the heat of the blankets and the soft hugging of the mattress, she paused her brain realising it had just registered something important but not quite sure what.
Her eyes flew open as her mind came to the slow conclusion; she hadn’t lain in a bed for a good eighty years or so opting for hammocks instead. Abruptly she was up on her elbows and belly gazing down at the grubby if plump pillow her head had been on only a few seconds before. A chuckle echoed out from the corner of the room.
“Glad to see your awake love. Beginning to get impatient.” Oria sat up to regard the man sat in the shadow his gaze was focused on her chest she growled.
“My eyes are up here.” He grinned, his gaze still focused on her chest.
“Aye, but what’s being displayed is far more interesting.” Oria glanced down before tugging the blanket up about her; she had been stripped completely from head to toe.
“What the hell is going on, where am I and where are my clothes?” The man finally returned his gaze to her eyes and leaned forward through the darkness and into the light. A middle-aged man leered at her, his brown hair beginning to thin at the crown and in bedraggled knots tied at the nape of his neck. A hideous scar ran down the right hand side of his face across his eye which glared in a pearly white contrast to its’ black counterpart.
He stood up slowly, stiffly and stalked forwards swaying slightly as he clunked along, one leg nothing more than a crudely carved wooden leg from below the knee. His left hand reached out and grasped her chin; she didn’t dare move for risk of losing the covers. He turned her chin to each side inspecting every angle of her face before nodding and going back to sit on his previously occupied chair. He sank back down with a groan and haggard cough, “Answer me.”
“You are currently on your way to Port Royal to join a nice little whore house run by my sister, you are being taken there on my ship the Copper Tail. As for your clothes… they’ve been disposed of to ensure you don’t try escaping. No one will touch you while you stay in this cabin but put one foot out of here and every single man in my crew has my permission to have their way with ya.” He chuckled obscenely with mirth before bending over double hacking his lungs out with violent choking coughs. Oria glanced about her for anything to aid in the situation, there was absolutely nothing in the room, it had been stripped as much as she had. Her fingers tightened on the blanket.
“How long till we reach Port Royal?” The man regarded her curiously.
“Bout a week.” Oria nodded slowly and led back down pulling the covers up to her neck as she let her mind begin to take in and process the information, slowly it began to formulate a plan of action. She heard the man slowly stand again and hobble out of the small room, the door locking behind, another complication she ditched her first plan and began to re-formulate.
:/
For three days Jack had strayed in the blissful land between sleep and sleepy awakeness, this morning was none too different to the pattern that had emerged. Wake up, give a quick stretch, get out of bed to relieve self, get back in bed, curl up and return to sleep followed by occasional wake ups when the pattern repeated itself, occasionally meals were involved to add slight variation. The only difference today was that the cycle was only repeated twice before Bootstrap appeared and shook him gently awake.
“What? I’m sleepin’.” Bootstrap raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, really, probably just as well, you rarely get any.” Jack glared at him out of the corner of his eye.
“No need for sarcasm mate, what is it?”
“We’re ready to sail and I thought I had a faint memory of you asking to be told when we were ready.” He was nearly knocked from his feet as Jack leapt up with a jubilant cry and bounced out of the bed. In his hurry to get dressed he put his britches on not only inside out but back-to-front, he frowned and peeled them off again with mumbles of ‘don’t say anything’ under his breath to Bootstrap who merely grinned. He was much slower in putting his shirt on as manoeuvring a stiff shoulder into a thin piece of material at an awkward angle is not the easiest of tasks. A triumphant grin lit his features as he finally accomplished the task and turned to face Bootstrap.
“Right then, let’s get me Pearl moving.” Bootstrap grinned as the man rushed towards the door and slammed it wide open taking an exaggerated intake of fresh sea air and letting out a hearty sigh, “Ah! Much better, now… to the helm!” Jack strode off up to the helm a wide grin plastered across his face, that sleep had definitely refreshed him.