What Would You Do? *1*

Pirates of the Caribbean
What Would You Do?
Author: Pilgrim
Title: What Would You Do?
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine (god damn them to hell!) Before anyone asks yes, Oria is mine who else could have thought up such a creature?
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 or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.

Chapter 10 - Answers Sought

A few minutes after the guard had arrived he fell asleep, his head nodding with his snores which echoed about the small prison loudly. Oria shifted slightly, the cuffs were rubbing and there was no straw where she was sat making it very, very cold. Jack noticed the sleeping guard with a grin and crept back up to the bars his eyes on Oria; slowly she met his with a faint smile. He couldn’t restrain himself anymore he had to know, he needed to know if the baby had lived or died.

“Oria… what happened with… you know.” She watched him quietly as if weighing him up once more, as if she was judging whether he was worthy of the knowledge. Jack stopped himself from asking again, she would tell in her own time, when she had finished whatever quiz was going on in her head.

“It… it…” She sighed this was harder than she had thought it would be, “It’s here in Port Royal.” Jack stared disbelievingly his mouth hanging open slightly. He slammed it closed smartly and contemplated this for a few seconds.

“I’m… I’m…” Slowly Oria nodded watching with some mirth as his face lit up.

“A stuttering fool, aye, you could say that.” Jack wasn’t listening too pre-occupied with processing the information that had slammed into his consciousness with the force of a battle axe.

“I’m a dad? I’m really a… father? What’s its’ name, is it a girl or boy, where is it?” She laughed slightly at his barely restrained enthusiasm.

“It’s a girl; she’s called Saraya, Sara for short. She was seven years old this summer past. She lives with her ‘grandparents’, they’re descendents of Cordell and Zechariahs and… she’s got your eyes.” Jack longed to hug Oria to him, to scream, shout and cheer, yet as always she was just out of reach. Eight years of wondering and now he knew and he couldn’t have been happier, even though he was facing the hangman’s noose at dawn. Nothing could dim him down now.

Not only had he found Oria again but he had a kid, his own child, just like William had told him he had never felt anything like this. He slumped next to the bars, he knew he had a silly grin on his face but he didn’t care, he was a dad. Oria watched as the information slowly sank in, that grin getting wider and wider as he slowly comprehended the entirety of the situation. He’d never felt so high in all his life, it was as if he had drunk all the rum that had ever been created and even that wasn’t enough to explain it.

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Dawn rose late, the bad weather still boiling on the horizon mocking them of the absence of the Pearl. Oria stirred stiffly and met Jacks’ eyes; he had taken up a seat opposite her and was still smiling thoughtfully. She shifted with a slight wince; her shoulders were definitely aching from being strained back all night and her back was numb with the chill from the wall. The door at the top of the stairs smacked open and ten soldiers poured in followed by the Commodore and Gillette.

“A bit overkill isn’t it Commodore, after all I am only a little pirate girl.” The muskets were primed silently and aimed as Gillette unlocked the cell door. James knelt in front of her and grasped her chin tightly forcing her to meet his gaze.

“I will grant you a full pardon of all your previous offences in this Port and let you walk free if you promise never to return and co-operate with us to find Elizabeth. Do we have an accord?” Oria grinned cruelly; she had expected something like this and had already planned her response.

“No… I am bound to the Captain of the Pearl to not reveal any information concerning the Pearl or her crews’ whereabouts. You can give me any deal you wish Commodore, I can not betray them.” He snarled at her and gripped her chin more tightly; she resisted the urge to wince as he gripped with bruising force.

“This is not an offer to be ignored.”

“And I am not ignoring it, I am rejecting it. Subtle but distinct difference don’t you think?” The Commodore rose smoothly releasing her roughly, she glared up at him arrogantly.

“Unchain her and bring her down to the tactics room. Shoot her if she puts even a toe out of line.” Jack stood up swiftly and stalked over to the bars with a grin as he leaned against them.

“That won’t do any good mate, tough as a mule that one.” James glared at him and Jack frowned, well that wasn’t very friendly.

“Keep your trap shut Jack.” They both glanced at Oria who was glaring at the other pirate fiercely, as Gillette unclasped her wrists from the wall. Two more soldiers quickly dragged her out of the cells and up to the tactics room. Jack smiled as he heard her cursing at them all the way to the room. One gave a howl of pain and fell back down the stairs clutching his crotch. Norrington was watching him suspiciously.

“You know the girl?” Jack stopped smiling immediately and adopted a more aloof air.

“I might do.” James stepped forwards slowly, suspiciously.

“What is her name and how old is she?” Jack smiled knowingly, even in a gentleman she still managed to bring out the lusting animal; it was always that spirit. It begged to be taught a lesson in respect, in a world of etiquette and patriarchal values a fighting woman was always seen as something of a challenge. Few men could resist it, they were so few and far between those that rejected the rules and fought. Spice compared to the over sweet sugar of the perfectly primped and polished wife.

“That is for me to know and you to find out.” James looked thoughtful as he turned away and motioned for the pirate to be left alone. Jack didn’t mind, he had a lot to think about.

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Oria rolled her neck wearily, they had shouted, pleaded, begged, screamed, talked nicely, talked rudely, threatened and cried at her for the past four hours. A distraught father and a distraught Commodore, her ‘patiently waiting’ face was beginning to wear thin with the heat of the mid-day sun bearing down on her.

“Please, I only want to find my daughter safe and well, why won’t you tell us.” She groaned and rolled her head backwards to avoid the mans’ gaze, a hand wrapped itself tightly in her hair and brought her head back up to face him forcibly.

“Tell us where they are taking her.” She tried to shake her head free but the Commodores’ grip was tight and he tightened his grip every time she tried to move.

“Oh for pity’s sake! We’ve been through this before! I can not tell you no matter what you say, plead, ask or demand!” The father knelt in front of her his eyes meeting hers pleadingly.

“Are you afraid of what they will do to you should you reveal their whereabouts. Because I can assure you that they will all be captured and hung or shot. You will be protected.” She met his eyes calmly her voice sympathetic.

“I know how you feel but there is nothing I can do, I’m sorry. Besides, it would be your lot that needed the protection not me.” The man stood up swiftly and turned away hiding the fact that a tear had escaped his eyes.

“It’s hopeless, they could be anywhere by now.” James was still staring at her accusingly.

“Look, can I have some water, I’m dying over here you’ve been going on for hours. Why don’t you just accept that you’re not going to get anywhere with me.” Norrington stalked forwards.

“Tell us and we will set you free with a ship and as much of anything as you want. Until you divulge the information you will stay here with nothing.” She groaned and rolled her head back against closing her eyes tiredly.

“I can not tell you. If I could I would because you’ve practically promised me the earth but I can’t. I am bound by oath, an oath sworn in blood.” James turned away in disgust; he held no belief in the pirates’ code of honour. He was sure the girl was just being awkward for the sake of it.

“Bring me a brand, light that fire and get it hot and a pail of water.” Oria just watched him quietly as the Commodore and Governor leaned over the map and studied it desperately. She closed her eyes and tried desperately to rein in her frustration; heat was her only weakness which wasn't the best weakness in the Caribbean, though it still hadn’t gotten the best of her… yet. Her eyes flew open suddenly as hurried footsteps pounded towards them.

“They’ve taken her, they’ve taken Elizabeth.” Oria stared, there right in front of her stood William Turners’ son, his only son. At least he hadn’t been killed then, that was something to help ease her mind.

“Mr Murtogg remove this man.” A soldier stepped forwards and began to reach for Wills’ arm; he moved out of reach and strode towards the table.

“We have to hunt them down, we must save her!” Oria smirked, so the lad was in love, fool, just like his father. The girls’ father strode forwards having finally got himself back under control.

“And where do you propose to start? If you have any information concerning my daughter please share it.” He glared at Oria accusingly, she shrugged, Wills’ attention did not follow, it was fixed on the Commodore, Murtogg spoke up quietly.

“That Jack Sparrow. He talked about the Pearl.” Mullroy stepped forward looking all official as everyone’s’ attention turned to them.

“Mentioned it, is more what he did.” Will stepped forwards eagerly his eyes bright with a plan, a desperate plan.

“Ask him where it is. Make a deal with him. He could lead us to it.” Oria snorted, this drew his attention and he stared disbelievingly, “You?” Norrington ignored him.

“No, the pirates who invaded this Fort left Sparrow locked in his cell, ergo, they are not his allies.” Oria laughed and smiled.

“Now that I could have told you for free.” Norrington turned sharply and struck her across the face sharply; she gasped slightly at the sting and bit her lip.

“If you do not have anything worthwhile to say then say nothing at all.” She glared at him furiously but kept her mouth shut.

“Governor, we will establish their most likely course and take the girl with us.” Wills’ anger got the better of him and he slammed a hatchet into the map.

“That’s not good enough!” Oria raised an eyebrow, now that was interesting, the boy had spirit, tamed spirit, but everything could be freed. The soldiers were staring at the young man warily now that he had shown force.

“Mr Turner, you are not a military man, you are not a sailor. You are a blacksmith…” He tugged the hatchet from the map and strolled around the side of the table to face the lad, “… and this is not the moment for rash actions.” He slammed the hatchet back into Wills’ hand and turned away, “Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth.” Will turned sharply on his heel and stormed out of the open room.

“Now are you willing to co-operate?” He heard the Commodore turn back to Oria.

“Only if you…” He didn’t hear the end of the girls’ sentence but the resounding slap echoed down the corridor chasing his heels as well as the angry curse that should have fallen from no humans’ lips never mind a womans’.