Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
1,319
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 11 - Yes Or No?
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses
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! VERY FRIENDLY PERSON WILL NOT KILL ANYONE FOR BEING POSITVE OR NEGATIVE! JUST TELL ME!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 11
Jones glanced down at Oria as they re-appeared on the Flying Dutchman, he wasn’t sure about why she was here. Clearly Jack knew about the heart yet she wasn’t setting him up to steal it from him because she was here. Something had changed in her, something was definitely different and he was sure it was not for his benefit. Oria glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow before strolling off across the deck, “Oria, you are in charge of the new boy. Get him used to his duties.” She nodded curtly and went in search of Will.
It didn’t take long to track him down trapped in the middle of a pack of mocking crewmen, “Get out of the way.” When the creatures failed to move she shouted loudly shocking them all into stepping aside. A hand clamped onto her arm as she reached Will, instantly she grasped the wrist and twisted it sharply. The creature screamed in agony and writhed down onto its knees as she continued to twist, “Did you just touch me?” The creature nodded and she twisted sharper, it squealed, “You know that’s against the rules.” She released it sharply and kicked it onto its back, “Next time I’ll see you get the assigned lashings.” She turned and grasped Will by the collar and dragged him free of the group.
“Come on Oria, we was only being friendly. He’s not off bounds.” She pushed Will behind her and stepped up to the crew man, he stepped back warily.
“You lay a finger on him and you’ll have me to deal with, savvy? This one is mine and no one is to so much as think of what his shirt would be like to brush past! Do you understand me?” The group nodded and split off back to their duties. Oria turned back to Will and looked him up and down.
“Thank you.” He whispered quite sure had she not intervene he would definitely not have been happy with his new friends.
“Don’t ever let them get you in a corner like that again. I can only do so much, if Jones takes an interest because I’m always having to fend off some happy-go-getter you’re screwed. Besides I can’t always be there to stop them. Number one rule on this ship is to watch your back ‘cos no one else will.” Will nodded and she started rattling off tasks and duties that he would have to assist with.
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Jack shook himself mentally and glanced around at the crew, they were all shaking from the rather interesting encounter with Jones and his crew. Gibbs stepped up to him, “Do you know where you’re going to get these ninety-nine souls from?” Jack stared down at his boots and contemplated his options, it was time for Plan B.
“We’re not going to get those souls Gibbs.” The older man frowned at him and followed Jack up to the helm, Jack turned half-way up the steps to face him, “We’re going for that chest, key or no key.”
“Jack, I’m not one to… Jack, I don’t think it’s the right thing to do. What if it goes wrong? You said Tia Dalma didn’t know if it would work…” Gibbs trailed off at Jack’s condescending gaze.
“Have some faith. I know what I’m doing.” He snapped the compass open and it swiftly fixed on a point, Jack raised his eyes to the horizon and smirked. He knew what he wanted now and nothing, hell nor high water was going to stand in his way to get it.
:/
Oria woke groggily, something wasn’t quite right, it hadn’t been right for a while but she had just dismissed it as settling back into the routine of the Flying Dutchman. This was not settling in, this was nausea. Curling back up under the pathetic excuse of a blanket she attempted to drift back off to sleep, judging by the non-existent light it was still some unearthly hour of night.
Sleep would not come, it was not going to let her escape this. Slowly she rolled back over and checked that Jones was still asleep, his head once again resting on the organ. Content he wasn’t going to move she slipped out of the hammock and up to the deck.
Blinking in the bright moonlight glinting off the slimy banisters and ropes her eyes adjusted from the midnight crushing oblivion of Jones cabin to the brighter though still dim night-time deck. Sure as dawn rises Bootstrap was on his regular shift at the wheel and was watching her curiously, usually he was alone during these late hours and her appearance was more than welcome in the eerie silence.
Oria stepped up next to him and avoided his gaze, “I need you to check…” Oria trailed off, she didn’t want to say it, to say it might make it possible. Bootstrap glanced at her curiously.
“Check what?” She met his gaze slowly and something clicked in his eyes and his gaze softened slightly. “You think…?” He whispered quietly. She nodded faintly and cleared her throat looking in the opposite direction awkwardly.
“Yes, I think… I just need you to tell me yes or no… if you can.” A cold arm draped around her shoulder as comforting as possible considering it was encrusted in barnacles.
Title: Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses
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! VERY FRIENDLY PERSON WILL NOT KILL ANYONE FOR BEING POSITVE OR NEGATIVE! JUST TELL ME!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 11
Jones glanced down at Oria as they re-appeared on the Flying Dutchman, he wasn’t sure about why she was here. Clearly Jack knew about the heart yet she wasn’t setting him up to steal it from him because she was here. Something had changed in her, something was definitely different and he was sure it was not for his benefit. Oria glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow before strolling off across the deck, “Oria, you are in charge of the new boy. Get him used to his duties.” She nodded curtly and went in search of Will.
It didn’t take long to track him down trapped in the middle of a pack of mocking crewmen, “Get out of the way.” When the creatures failed to move she shouted loudly shocking them all into stepping aside. A hand clamped onto her arm as she reached Will, instantly she grasped the wrist and twisted it sharply. The creature screamed in agony and writhed down onto its knees as she continued to twist, “Did you just touch me?” The creature nodded and she twisted sharper, it squealed, “You know that’s against the rules.” She released it sharply and kicked it onto its back, “Next time I’ll see you get the assigned lashings.” She turned and grasped Will by the collar and dragged him free of the group.
“Come on Oria, we was only being friendly. He’s not off bounds.” She pushed Will behind her and stepped up to the crew man, he stepped back warily.
“You lay a finger on him and you’ll have me to deal with, savvy? This one is mine and no one is to so much as think of what his shirt would be like to brush past! Do you understand me?” The group nodded and split off back to their duties. Oria turned back to Will and looked him up and down.
“Thank you.” He whispered quite sure had she not intervene he would definitely not have been happy with his new friends.
“Don’t ever let them get you in a corner like that again. I can only do so much, if Jones takes an interest because I’m always having to fend off some happy-go-getter you’re screwed. Besides I can’t always be there to stop them. Number one rule on this ship is to watch your back ‘cos no one else will.” Will nodded and she started rattling off tasks and duties that he would have to assist with.
:/
Jack shook himself mentally and glanced around at the crew, they were all shaking from the rather interesting encounter with Jones and his crew. Gibbs stepped up to him, “Do you know where you’re going to get these ninety-nine souls from?” Jack stared down at his boots and contemplated his options, it was time for Plan B.
“We’re not going to get those souls Gibbs.” The older man frowned at him and followed Jack up to the helm, Jack turned half-way up the steps to face him, “We’re going for that chest, key or no key.”
“Jack, I’m not one to… Jack, I don’t think it’s the right thing to do. What if it goes wrong? You said Tia Dalma didn’t know if it would work…” Gibbs trailed off at Jack’s condescending gaze.
“Have some faith. I know what I’m doing.” He snapped the compass open and it swiftly fixed on a point, Jack raised his eyes to the horizon and smirked. He knew what he wanted now and nothing, hell nor high water was going to stand in his way to get it.
:/
Oria woke groggily, something wasn’t quite right, it hadn’t been right for a while but she had just dismissed it as settling back into the routine of the Flying Dutchman. This was not settling in, this was nausea. Curling back up under the pathetic excuse of a blanket she attempted to drift back off to sleep, judging by the non-existent light it was still some unearthly hour of night.
Sleep would not come, it was not going to let her escape this. Slowly she rolled back over and checked that Jones was still asleep, his head once again resting on the organ. Content he wasn’t going to move she slipped out of the hammock and up to the deck.
Blinking in the bright moonlight glinting off the slimy banisters and ropes her eyes adjusted from the midnight crushing oblivion of Jones cabin to the brighter though still dim night-time deck. Sure as dawn rises Bootstrap was on his regular shift at the wheel and was watching her curiously, usually he was alone during these late hours and her appearance was more than welcome in the eerie silence.
Oria stepped up next to him and avoided his gaze, “I need you to check…” Oria trailed off, she didn’t want to say it, to say it might make it possible. Bootstrap glanced at her curiously.
“Check what?” She met his gaze slowly and something clicked in his eyes and his gaze softened slightly. “You think…?” He whispered quietly. She nodded faintly and cleared her throat looking in the opposite direction awkwardly.
“Yes, I think… I just need you to tell me yes or no… if you can.” A cold arm draped around her shoulder as comforting as possible considering it was encrusted in barnacles.