Taming A Dragon
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Adult ++
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29
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1,856
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13
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Chapter 14 - Only One Victor
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 14 - Only One Victor?
Oria woke early before the sun was born and slipped out of her hammock; she glanced down at Jack asleep so contentedly in his bed. Her fingers crept out and brushed a stray dreadlock from his cheek, a hand grasped her wrist tightly as his eyes opened just as quickly.
“Good morning to you too.” She tugged herself free and folded her arms annoyed at being caught out, he grinned and sat up.
“I’ve just remembered something I wanted to ask you about from your diary, had some lovely dreams about it I did, till you woke me.” Oria smirked, “The Isle De Muerta, you know where it is.” Her face dropped instantly, “I want the location.” She shook her head.
“I don’t know where it is, but I do know how you can find it.” He sat up sharply and grasped her wrist dragging her to sit on the bed.
“Do tell dearie.” She glared and attempted to get out of his reach but his grasp tightened and dragged her closer, “The more you struggle the tighter I’ll hold on. Just accept it love.” Oria stopped fighting his grip about her waist and glared.
“I know what you are trying to do, it won’t work, release me.” He shook his head, a pleased grin on his face.
“Not till you tell me where to get the location.” She wriggled more.
“You’ll have to earn it.” He frowned.
“How?” Oria grinned and stopped wriggling instead she leaned against him, he grinned at the contact.
“Prove to me that you are worthy, show me that you really are a pirate and worthy of the knowledge. She won’t take too kindly to you if she hasn’t already heard of your name.” His hands ran up her spine rumpling the shirt beneath their passage.
“You know me, you can tell her.” Oria grinned.
“I don’t think so; I’m not convinced that you could ever be a pirate, and if I’m not convinced then there’s no way she will be.” His hands slipped back down and began to creep up under the shirt feeling the heated bronze flesh smooth beneath his fingers apart from the slight ripple of the scars and then the smooth ridges of her ribs. Her lips met his gently.
“I could prove to you now how much of a pirate I am if you want.” She grinned against his lips and grasped his wrists firmly before they reached her breasts.
“I don’t think so.” She leapt off the bed away from his grasp.
“Lesson one, never let your prey get out of reach or sight, if they do, then you don’t know what they are doing.” She stepped backwards to his desk as he slowly got up from the bed, her fingers wrapping around the hilt of a dagger, she tossed it absently from one hand to the other, “Lesson two, never leave weapons placed randomly around a room, store them.” He nodded studiously and searched for a clean shirt in his chest, he froze as the sharp edge of a dagger pressed against his throat, “Lesson three, never let your guard down no matter who is in the room, especially if you know them to be armed.” She removed the dagger, Jack let out a shaky breath as her fingers travelled down his spine as she stood up, “Trust no one, not even your own mother and father.” He turned and looked at her, the briefest glimmer of hurt in her eyes was quickly banished when she realised he was watching. Jack stood up slowly.
“Let me guess, lesson five, never show weakness in any form to anyone.” She nodded with a slight grin her fingers trailing over a leather thong about her neck, “What is that pendant?” She drew it out.
“A tigers tooth. I went on a tiger hunt when I was little; the hunters gave me one of their teeth because I didn’t like seeing them dead. He said, ‘those that draw tears for those lost earn their blessing’, claimed it would bring me luck obviously. I’ve worn it ever since, not much of a believer in luck though. Nothing as of yet has happened that is lucky.” Jack grinned.
“You met me!” Oria raised an eyebrow.
“I maintain my previous statement, nothing much lucky has happened.” He scowled at her.
“You’re really not a people person.” He tugged out a shirt and pulled off his old one, Oria watched quietly noting the black rings of the shots he had taken that should have been embedded in her heart.
“Perhaps not.” She had been wrong, the tiger tooth was lucky, not only had it rescued her from Davy Jones it had kept her out of his grasp, some deep part of her mind also whispered about Jack but she ignored it. “You need to change your image.” He looked down at himself, he looked decent enough, granted a bit rough but that was because his pants were from yesterday, plain brown britches and a clean white shirt.
“What’s wrong with my appearance?” Oria raised an eyebrow.
“What isn’t? Look, the only thing you’re going to be scaring or impressing is a blind and deaf person. You don’t talk the talk or walk the walk and your clothes are a joke, you could be anyone. You need to be you to get noticed.” She looked about the room for inspiration before her eyes rested on another chest made for bearing flags; she flung it open and spotted a crimson flag at the bottom. With a triumphant grin she tried to pull it free only for it put up very little resistance and leave her on her backside looking slightly startled. Shaking herself she stood up and drew out a dagger from her borrowed boots and began to cut it up.
“Hey! What are you doing!” Oria held up a folded piece of the flag, “That’s part of the Pearl you know, an East India Trading Company flag for Caribbean acknowledgment of safe passage.” Oria rolled her eyes and stepped behind him before dragging it down onto his brow and tying it at the base of his skull, she stalked back around to his front and began to arrange it.
“This items’ story is something to do with the destruction of a HMS man ‘o’ war, a quick battle, make it up as you go along, those are the best stories. Most pirates are too drunk to remember and those that do will think they heard wrong if they hear it again.” He felt her fingers work through his hair pulling some dreadlocks through and leaving others in place, her fingers trailed down his stubbled jaw, “Grow a beard.”
She turned away from him and studied the room again shaking her head when nothing leapt out to inspire her. Oria smiled as inspiration struck her, “Do you have any beads, small bead size trinkets?” He nodded absently and opened a small drawer, he drew out the three buttons from his uniform and several more he had stolen on his previous ship and passed them to her. She shook her head, “There’s not enough here to do a braid, do you have any thread?” He scowled at her.
“I’m a sailor not a seamstress.” She scowled at him and went hunting around his cabin for substitutes, finding a loose thread trailing from a shirt and a thin splinter of wood, she tugged his head down and pierced the bandana before threading through the beads and buttons. Admiring her handiwork she shook her head again, “It needs something more.” Her fingers ran over the hilt of her dagger and paused as they found inspiration, turning it over the other side was engraved with oyster shell, an iridescent pearly medallion. Oria dug her nail under it and flicked it out with a triumphant grin, “Would look better in your hair but it’ll do till we find a substitute.” He watched as she knotted it onto the end.
“It can commemorate when we met.” Jack whispered, she froze her hands still holding the medallion in place.
“What?” Jack smiled.
“I’d like it to commemorate when we met. It meant something to me, an important event in my life, the truth amongst the lies.” Oria lowered her hands slowly.
“Then let us give it a true meaning. I submit to your dominance, you’ve won Jack. I’ll still challenge you, but not as ferociously as before. There won’t be as many cruel wind ups any more either, course it’d be boring if I abandoned them all.” He grinned.
“Why have you given in?” She sighed.
“Because you freed me from Davy Jones even if it is only for thirteen years and you did it unintentionally. Don’t question too much Jack, just accept it as gospel and leave it at that. My reasons are my own.” Jack watched as she lowered her gaze and headed for the deck deep in thought.
“So when do my lessons begin on how to become a world famous deadly pirate.” She grinned back at him.
“They’ve already begun, we need more stories, real ones this time and I suggest you replace everything I’ve just created with your own stories. They’re just to tide you over, you need to finish it, make yourself your own. Now… do you care to begin making history Captain Sparrow?” He chuckled and followed her out.
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 14 - Only One Victor?
Oria woke early before the sun was born and slipped out of her hammock; she glanced down at Jack asleep so contentedly in his bed. Her fingers crept out and brushed a stray dreadlock from his cheek, a hand grasped her wrist tightly as his eyes opened just as quickly.
“Good morning to you too.” She tugged herself free and folded her arms annoyed at being caught out, he grinned and sat up.
“I’ve just remembered something I wanted to ask you about from your diary, had some lovely dreams about it I did, till you woke me.” Oria smirked, “The Isle De Muerta, you know where it is.” Her face dropped instantly, “I want the location.” She shook her head.
“I don’t know where it is, but I do know how you can find it.” He sat up sharply and grasped her wrist dragging her to sit on the bed.
“Do tell dearie.” She glared and attempted to get out of his reach but his grasp tightened and dragged her closer, “The more you struggle the tighter I’ll hold on. Just accept it love.” Oria stopped fighting his grip about her waist and glared.
“I know what you are trying to do, it won’t work, release me.” He shook his head, a pleased grin on his face.
“Not till you tell me where to get the location.” She wriggled more.
“You’ll have to earn it.” He frowned.
“How?” Oria grinned and stopped wriggling instead she leaned against him, he grinned at the contact.
“Prove to me that you are worthy, show me that you really are a pirate and worthy of the knowledge. She won’t take too kindly to you if she hasn’t already heard of your name.” His hands ran up her spine rumpling the shirt beneath their passage.
“You know me, you can tell her.” Oria grinned.
“I don’t think so; I’m not convinced that you could ever be a pirate, and if I’m not convinced then there’s no way she will be.” His hands slipped back down and began to creep up under the shirt feeling the heated bronze flesh smooth beneath his fingers apart from the slight ripple of the scars and then the smooth ridges of her ribs. Her lips met his gently.
“I could prove to you now how much of a pirate I am if you want.” She grinned against his lips and grasped his wrists firmly before they reached her breasts.
“I don’t think so.” She leapt off the bed away from his grasp.
“Lesson one, never let your prey get out of reach or sight, if they do, then you don’t know what they are doing.” She stepped backwards to his desk as he slowly got up from the bed, her fingers wrapping around the hilt of a dagger, she tossed it absently from one hand to the other, “Lesson two, never leave weapons placed randomly around a room, store them.” He nodded studiously and searched for a clean shirt in his chest, he froze as the sharp edge of a dagger pressed against his throat, “Lesson three, never let your guard down no matter who is in the room, especially if you know them to be armed.” She removed the dagger, Jack let out a shaky breath as her fingers travelled down his spine as she stood up, “Trust no one, not even your own mother and father.” He turned and looked at her, the briefest glimmer of hurt in her eyes was quickly banished when she realised he was watching. Jack stood up slowly.
“Let me guess, lesson five, never show weakness in any form to anyone.” She nodded with a slight grin her fingers trailing over a leather thong about her neck, “What is that pendant?” She drew it out.
“A tigers tooth. I went on a tiger hunt when I was little; the hunters gave me one of their teeth because I didn’t like seeing them dead. He said, ‘those that draw tears for those lost earn their blessing’, claimed it would bring me luck obviously. I’ve worn it ever since, not much of a believer in luck though. Nothing as of yet has happened that is lucky.” Jack grinned.
“You met me!” Oria raised an eyebrow.
“I maintain my previous statement, nothing much lucky has happened.” He scowled at her.
“You’re really not a people person.” He tugged out a shirt and pulled off his old one, Oria watched quietly noting the black rings of the shots he had taken that should have been embedded in her heart.
“Perhaps not.” She had been wrong, the tiger tooth was lucky, not only had it rescued her from Davy Jones it had kept her out of his grasp, some deep part of her mind also whispered about Jack but she ignored it. “You need to change your image.” He looked down at himself, he looked decent enough, granted a bit rough but that was because his pants were from yesterday, plain brown britches and a clean white shirt.
“What’s wrong with my appearance?” Oria raised an eyebrow.
“What isn’t? Look, the only thing you’re going to be scaring or impressing is a blind and deaf person. You don’t talk the talk or walk the walk and your clothes are a joke, you could be anyone. You need to be you to get noticed.” She looked about the room for inspiration before her eyes rested on another chest made for bearing flags; she flung it open and spotted a crimson flag at the bottom. With a triumphant grin she tried to pull it free only for it put up very little resistance and leave her on her backside looking slightly startled. Shaking herself she stood up and drew out a dagger from her borrowed boots and began to cut it up.
“Hey! What are you doing!” Oria held up a folded piece of the flag, “That’s part of the Pearl you know, an East India Trading Company flag for Caribbean acknowledgment of safe passage.” Oria rolled her eyes and stepped behind him before dragging it down onto his brow and tying it at the base of his skull, she stalked back around to his front and began to arrange it.
“This items’ story is something to do with the destruction of a HMS man ‘o’ war, a quick battle, make it up as you go along, those are the best stories. Most pirates are too drunk to remember and those that do will think they heard wrong if they hear it again.” He felt her fingers work through his hair pulling some dreadlocks through and leaving others in place, her fingers trailed down his stubbled jaw, “Grow a beard.”
She turned away from him and studied the room again shaking her head when nothing leapt out to inspire her. Oria smiled as inspiration struck her, “Do you have any beads, small bead size trinkets?” He nodded absently and opened a small drawer, he drew out the three buttons from his uniform and several more he had stolen on his previous ship and passed them to her. She shook her head, “There’s not enough here to do a braid, do you have any thread?” He scowled at her.
“I’m a sailor not a seamstress.” She scowled at him and went hunting around his cabin for substitutes, finding a loose thread trailing from a shirt and a thin splinter of wood, she tugged his head down and pierced the bandana before threading through the beads and buttons. Admiring her handiwork she shook her head again, “It needs something more.” Her fingers ran over the hilt of her dagger and paused as they found inspiration, turning it over the other side was engraved with oyster shell, an iridescent pearly medallion. Oria dug her nail under it and flicked it out with a triumphant grin, “Would look better in your hair but it’ll do till we find a substitute.” He watched as she knotted it onto the end.
“It can commemorate when we met.” Jack whispered, she froze her hands still holding the medallion in place.
“What?” Jack smiled.
“I’d like it to commemorate when we met. It meant something to me, an important event in my life, the truth amongst the lies.” Oria lowered her hands slowly.
“Then let us give it a true meaning. I submit to your dominance, you’ve won Jack. I’ll still challenge you, but not as ferociously as before. There won’t be as many cruel wind ups any more either, course it’d be boring if I abandoned them all.” He grinned.
“Why have you given in?” She sighed.
“Because you freed me from Davy Jones even if it is only for thirteen years and you did it unintentionally. Don’t question too much Jack, just accept it as gospel and leave it at that. My reasons are my own.” Jack watched as she lowered her gaze and headed for the deck deep in thought.
“So when do my lessons begin on how to become a world famous deadly pirate.” She grinned back at him.
“They’ve already begun, we need more stories, real ones this time and I suggest you replace everything I’ve just created with your own stories. They’re just to tide you over, you need to finish it, make yourself your own. Now… do you care to begin making history Captain Sparrow?” He chuckled and followed her out.