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Chapter 35 - Back On Track
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 35 - Back On Track
Jack gazed out over the crowd below him, they were all staring dumbly as if he was the first pirate they had ever seen hang. He couldn’t see Oria anywhere, he’d been waiting patiently ever since she had escaped a whole day ago for her to rescue him. She hadn’t appeared and he was beginning to fear the worst. The clergyman’s drab monotone echoed out dully over the silent gathering.
“Jack Sparrow, be it known that you have done…” Jack turned to glare at the man condescendingly.
“Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow.” The man glared at him and continued regardless.
“For your wilful commission of crimes against the crown. Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature, the most egregious of these to be cited here with piracy, smuggling… impersonating an officer of the Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of England…” Jack smirked at this and nodded his head.
“Ah, yes.” He glanced over at the cleric, who scowled back at him already sick of the pirate. Jack turned back to scanning the crowd worriedly. She had to be here, she couldn’t have abandoned him he told himself over and over. Yet with every passing minute the likelihood of her conducting some fantastically adventurous rescue was becoming less and less likely.
“… sailing under false colours, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation, and general lawlessness. And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be, on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul.” Will walked slowly towards where the Commodore, Elizabeth and her father were stood. Jack frowned; he had a rather fetching looking young woman on his arm at least from what he could tell from the back. The dress was certainly leaving little to the imagination about a rather delectable figure beneath.
Jack smirked; finally the lad had got himself something to play with and he was contemplating a little mission to contaminate the little toy just for the hell of it. At least, that was if he ever got out of this damn mess. He scanned the crowd again but there was no sign of her anywhere, his heart sank.
“Governor Swann. Commodore… Elizabeth, I should have told you every day from the moment I met you. I love you.” Oria glanced up at the Commodore who was regarding her with some interest not realising who she was as she fanned herself with the overly large ostrich feathered fan. Her elbow nudged Will and he turned away as the noose was put over Jacks’ head. He began to push his way through the crowds Oria slipping her arm from his and heading towards the gallows steps gentlemen stepping aside with smiles of appreciation as she made her way through. She paused in front of them her hand resting at the bottom of her bodice and watched as Will cried out.
“Move!” The crowds parted just as the sword flew through the air and found purchase in the wood as it fell. Jack balanced on it precariously as Oria streaked up the steps tugging the strings holding the skirt up free and tossing it like a cloak onto one guard before turning and pushing the other off the platform. The cleric squealed and fell of his own accord into the crowd. Tearing the feathered strip from the fan she slipped the lock that opened the blade and slashed at the rope cutting it in one smooth swipe. Watching with some satisfaction as Jack fell to the ground.
Jack fell onto the dusty ground below and stood back up quickly as she ran back down the steps. He ran his bonds over the sword as she lifted the noose of rope from his neck, Will keeping any guards away. Jack took the rope from her, pausing only momentarily as he recognised her and he grinned winningly.
“Always knew you‘d come for me love, didn’t doubt for a second.” He tossed the other end of the rope to Will who grasped it. Stepping forwards they paused as the guards ran into the rope and fell over it. They ducked and dodged up to the top balcony, Oria running ahead clearing the way of any innocent civilians which wasn’t hard considering that most of the men were too caught up in the fact that she was wearing britches that fitted rather snugly. Jack and Will paused on the other side of the first support and tugged the rope tight knocking out several guards. The two men dropped the rope and punched the two remaining guards harshly as a second swiped his sword at them they both rolled out of the way simultaneously.
Oria turned her attention to the wall and paused, it only stood knee height. She glanced over the side, razor sharp rocks spread out below them leaving only a few safe areas to dive. She gasped as a soldier suddenly charged her and pinned her to the bell support by her throat. Grabbing a small pouch at her hip she tossed some of the ashes from the furnace in the smithies into the mans eyes and kneed him soundly in the groin once he’d released her throat.
The sailors and guards quickly followed the pirate and blacksmith, they circled the men not realising the woman was involved. Will held his sword level and felt Jacks’ back press against his; they circled but found no weakness in the baronets. They paused as Will caught the Commodore’s eye, Jack paused as Will stopped moving. He frowned realising that whatever had the lads’ attention was over his shoulder. He blew Wills’ hats’ feather out of his face as it tickled his nose and glanced over his and Will’s shoulders, Norrington and the Governor with Elizabeth pushed their way though.
“I thought I might have to endure some manner of ill-conceived escape attempt but not by you.” Norrington glared at Will, his eyes went past them to Oria who stood with her dagger to the back of one soldier’s neck. She smirked at him and winked, he noticed that between the following glares she was glancing over her shoulder repeatedly, worriedly glancing down at the rocks.
“On our return to Port Royal I granted you clemency. And this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with him? He’s a pirate.” The Governor spat the word out as if it was poison.
“Aye and a good man…” Jack smiled and pointed at himself mouthing to the soldiers facing him and Oria, who merely rolled her eyes, ‘That’s me.’ “If all I have achieved here is that the hangman will earn two pairs of boots instead of one then so be it. At least my conscience will be clear.” Norrington glared at him. Oria tightened her grasp on the man’s collar as he struggled against her grip. He was her insurance that nothing untoward happened although she wasn’t sure if he alone would be enough to sway the Commodore’s decision with that glint in his eyes.
“You forget your place Turner.” Will raised his sword.
“It’s right here between you and Jack.” Elizabeth pushed forwards and wrapped her arm into Will’s.
“As is mine.” The Governor paled as he saw the guns pointing at his child.
“Elizabeth! Lower your weapons. For gods’ sake put them down!” The men set their weapons down and stood instead to attention surrounding the group, Norrington stared disbelievingly.
“So this is where your heart truly lies?” Elizabeth nodded.
“It is.” Oria gazed at the group and smirked, she had been right, the pirate bug had bitten Elizabeth, she wouldn’t be able to rest now. She felt sorry for Will; she had Jack but Will would never have Elizabeth unless she fought back which was very hard once the bug had bitten.
Without warning the man elbowed her in the gut and ran back to the group of soldiers seeking protection in numbers. She glared but made no move to follow her hand rubbing the spot on her stomach where he had elbowed her. Jack glanced up at the parrots squawk and Oria mouthing something about a Pearl as she soothed the developing angry bruise, the man had sharp elbows. Jack oh-end and smiled apologetically before turning his attention back to the guards and Commodore.
“Well, I’m actually feeling rather good about this. I think we’ve all arrived at a very special place, eh? Spiritually… Ecumenically… Grammatically…” He rested a hand on Norrington’s chest, “I want you to know that I was rooting for you mate. Know that.” He stepped backwards and walked past Will and Elizabeth before pausing and turning around, “Elizabeth, it would never have worked between us, darling. I’m sorry.” Oria stared at Jack with a half-smirk, not sure whether he was being serious or joking. He looked at Will, “Will… nice hat.” The lad glanced up at it and smiled, “Friends!” Jack opened his arms wide and did a small bow as he backed towards where Oria was standing at the battlements, “This is the day that you will always remember as the day that…” He tripped over the battlements and fell backwards into the water, Oria rolled her eyes.
“Oh for the love of God.” A sailor made a leap for her but she had already leapt in after Jack. She landed just to his right and watched him as he slowly gained his bearings under the water and came up with a splutter and cocky grin.
“I didn’t finish it did I?” She shook her head with a faint laugh before pointing towards where the Pearl was creeping around the corner of a rocky outcrop. She still couldn’t believe her luck that he was still being Jack towards her as if nothing had happened. Still, she was trying her very hardest to improve, they both knew she had learnt that lesson well and wasn’t about to do anything like it again.
“I believe your ship has arrived Captain.” Oria nodded towards the Pearl as it calmly sailed towards them, the ship careered to a halt and a rope was thrown overboard, Jack wrapped his arm in it and held his other open. Oria swam into it and grasped the rope tightly with one hand the other around Jack’s shoulders. He clamped his arm about her waist tightly pulling her close to him with a grin.
“Just as well you’re light love.” She smiled as they were suddenly hoisted out of the water. They landed on the deck in a heap and with a squelch. Jack looked across at Gibbs, who was knelt in front of him.
“I thought you were supposed to keep to the code?” Gibbs smiled and glanced at Oria as she disentangled herself from Jack’s lap.
“We figured they were more actual… guidelines.” Gibbs offered a hand to Jack and tugged him to his feet; Oria was stood by the steps up to the helm twisting her hair violently to get all the water of it. Cotton held out his hat and Jack felt the world begin to right itself. All the problems had been solved and those that still needed negotiating were well on their way.
“Thank you.” Jack slammed it onto his head and sighed slightly as a jacket was eased onto his shoulders.
“Captain Sparrow.” He glanced over his shoulder at Anna-Maria with a smile, “The Black Pearl is yours.” He turned and jogged up the stairs, the wheel was practically calling his name and he ran his fingers over it lovingly. He realised everyone was staring at him curiously and he cleared his throat.
“On deck, you scabrous dogs! Man the braces! Let down and haul to run free. Now... bring me that horizon.” He hummed slightly under his breath and slipped open the compass and held it lightly in his palm, the arrow slipped to where Oria was stood for a few brief seconds and he smiled, that could be sorted later. It spun wildly before settling on the Isle de Muerta. “And really bad eggs… drink up my hearties yo ho.” He closed the compass and spun the wheel into the right direction his eyes on the brilliantly glowing horizon.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ AND/OR REVIEWED AND I'LL HOPEFULLY SEE YOU AGAIN IN 'TWISTED VIEWS' HAVE A LOOK AT THE TRAILER FOR AN IDEA OF WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!!
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 35 - Back On Track
Jack gazed out over the crowd below him, they were all staring dumbly as if he was the first pirate they had ever seen hang. He couldn’t see Oria anywhere, he’d been waiting patiently ever since she had escaped a whole day ago for her to rescue him. She hadn’t appeared and he was beginning to fear the worst. The clergyman’s drab monotone echoed out dully over the silent gathering.
“Jack Sparrow, be it known that you have done…” Jack turned to glare at the man condescendingly.
“Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow.” The man glared at him and continued regardless.
“For your wilful commission of crimes against the crown. Said crimes being numerous in quantity and sinister in nature, the most egregious of these to be cited here with piracy, smuggling… impersonating an officer of the Royal Navy, impersonating a cleric of the Church of England…” Jack smirked at this and nodded his head.
“Ah, yes.” He glanced over at the cleric, who scowled back at him already sick of the pirate. Jack turned back to scanning the crowd worriedly. She had to be here, she couldn’t have abandoned him he told himself over and over. Yet with every passing minute the likelihood of her conducting some fantastically adventurous rescue was becoming less and less likely.
“… sailing under false colours, arson, kidnapping, looting, poaching, brigandage, pilfering, depravity, depredation, and general lawlessness. And for these crimes you have been sentenced to be, on this day, hung by the neck until dead. May God have mercy on your soul.” Will walked slowly towards where the Commodore, Elizabeth and her father were stood. Jack frowned; he had a rather fetching looking young woman on his arm at least from what he could tell from the back. The dress was certainly leaving little to the imagination about a rather delectable figure beneath.
Jack smirked; finally the lad had got himself something to play with and he was contemplating a little mission to contaminate the little toy just for the hell of it. At least, that was if he ever got out of this damn mess. He scanned the crowd again but there was no sign of her anywhere, his heart sank.
“Governor Swann. Commodore… Elizabeth, I should have told you every day from the moment I met you. I love you.” Oria glanced up at the Commodore who was regarding her with some interest not realising who she was as she fanned herself with the overly large ostrich feathered fan. Her elbow nudged Will and he turned away as the noose was put over Jacks’ head. He began to push his way through the crowds Oria slipping her arm from his and heading towards the gallows steps gentlemen stepping aside with smiles of appreciation as she made her way through. She paused in front of them her hand resting at the bottom of her bodice and watched as Will cried out.
“Move!” The crowds parted just as the sword flew through the air and found purchase in the wood as it fell. Jack balanced on it precariously as Oria streaked up the steps tugging the strings holding the skirt up free and tossing it like a cloak onto one guard before turning and pushing the other off the platform. The cleric squealed and fell of his own accord into the crowd. Tearing the feathered strip from the fan she slipped the lock that opened the blade and slashed at the rope cutting it in one smooth swipe. Watching with some satisfaction as Jack fell to the ground.
Jack fell onto the dusty ground below and stood back up quickly as she ran back down the steps. He ran his bonds over the sword as she lifted the noose of rope from his neck, Will keeping any guards away. Jack took the rope from her, pausing only momentarily as he recognised her and he grinned winningly.
“Always knew you‘d come for me love, didn’t doubt for a second.” He tossed the other end of the rope to Will who grasped it. Stepping forwards they paused as the guards ran into the rope and fell over it. They ducked and dodged up to the top balcony, Oria running ahead clearing the way of any innocent civilians which wasn’t hard considering that most of the men were too caught up in the fact that she was wearing britches that fitted rather snugly. Jack and Will paused on the other side of the first support and tugged the rope tight knocking out several guards. The two men dropped the rope and punched the two remaining guards harshly as a second swiped his sword at them they both rolled out of the way simultaneously.
Oria turned her attention to the wall and paused, it only stood knee height. She glanced over the side, razor sharp rocks spread out below them leaving only a few safe areas to dive. She gasped as a soldier suddenly charged her and pinned her to the bell support by her throat. Grabbing a small pouch at her hip she tossed some of the ashes from the furnace in the smithies into the mans eyes and kneed him soundly in the groin once he’d released her throat.
The sailors and guards quickly followed the pirate and blacksmith, they circled the men not realising the woman was involved. Will held his sword level and felt Jacks’ back press against his; they circled but found no weakness in the baronets. They paused as Will caught the Commodore’s eye, Jack paused as Will stopped moving. He frowned realising that whatever had the lads’ attention was over his shoulder. He blew Wills’ hats’ feather out of his face as it tickled his nose and glanced over his and Will’s shoulders, Norrington and the Governor with Elizabeth pushed their way though.
“I thought I might have to endure some manner of ill-conceived escape attempt but not by you.” Norrington glared at Will, his eyes went past them to Oria who stood with her dagger to the back of one soldier’s neck. She smirked at him and winked, he noticed that between the following glares she was glancing over her shoulder repeatedly, worriedly glancing down at the rocks.
“On our return to Port Royal I granted you clemency. And this is how you thank me? By throwing in your lot with him? He’s a pirate.” The Governor spat the word out as if it was poison.
“Aye and a good man…” Jack smiled and pointed at himself mouthing to the soldiers facing him and Oria, who merely rolled her eyes, ‘That’s me.’ “If all I have achieved here is that the hangman will earn two pairs of boots instead of one then so be it. At least my conscience will be clear.” Norrington glared at him. Oria tightened her grasp on the man’s collar as he struggled against her grip. He was her insurance that nothing untoward happened although she wasn’t sure if he alone would be enough to sway the Commodore’s decision with that glint in his eyes.
“You forget your place Turner.” Will raised his sword.
“It’s right here between you and Jack.” Elizabeth pushed forwards and wrapped her arm into Will’s.
“As is mine.” The Governor paled as he saw the guns pointing at his child.
“Elizabeth! Lower your weapons. For gods’ sake put them down!” The men set their weapons down and stood instead to attention surrounding the group, Norrington stared disbelievingly.
“So this is where your heart truly lies?” Elizabeth nodded.
“It is.” Oria gazed at the group and smirked, she had been right, the pirate bug had bitten Elizabeth, she wouldn’t be able to rest now. She felt sorry for Will; she had Jack but Will would never have Elizabeth unless she fought back which was very hard once the bug had bitten.
Without warning the man elbowed her in the gut and ran back to the group of soldiers seeking protection in numbers. She glared but made no move to follow her hand rubbing the spot on her stomach where he had elbowed her. Jack glanced up at the parrots squawk and Oria mouthing something about a Pearl as she soothed the developing angry bruise, the man had sharp elbows. Jack oh-end and smiled apologetically before turning his attention back to the guards and Commodore.
“Well, I’m actually feeling rather good about this. I think we’ve all arrived at a very special place, eh? Spiritually… Ecumenically… Grammatically…” He rested a hand on Norrington’s chest, “I want you to know that I was rooting for you mate. Know that.” He stepped backwards and walked past Will and Elizabeth before pausing and turning around, “Elizabeth, it would never have worked between us, darling. I’m sorry.” Oria stared at Jack with a half-smirk, not sure whether he was being serious or joking. He looked at Will, “Will… nice hat.” The lad glanced up at it and smiled, “Friends!” Jack opened his arms wide and did a small bow as he backed towards where Oria was standing at the battlements, “This is the day that you will always remember as the day that…” He tripped over the battlements and fell backwards into the water, Oria rolled her eyes.
“Oh for the love of God.” A sailor made a leap for her but she had already leapt in after Jack. She landed just to his right and watched him as he slowly gained his bearings under the water and came up with a splutter and cocky grin.
“I didn’t finish it did I?” She shook her head with a faint laugh before pointing towards where the Pearl was creeping around the corner of a rocky outcrop. She still couldn’t believe her luck that he was still being Jack towards her as if nothing had happened. Still, she was trying her very hardest to improve, they both knew she had learnt that lesson well and wasn’t about to do anything like it again.
“I believe your ship has arrived Captain.” Oria nodded towards the Pearl as it calmly sailed towards them, the ship careered to a halt and a rope was thrown overboard, Jack wrapped his arm in it and held his other open. Oria swam into it and grasped the rope tightly with one hand the other around Jack’s shoulders. He clamped his arm about her waist tightly pulling her close to him with a grin.
“Just as well you’re light love.” She smiled as they were suddenly hoisted out of the water. They landed on the deck in a heap and with a squelch. Jack looked across at Gibbs, who was knelt in front of him.
“I thought you were supposed to keep to the code?” Gibbs smiled and glanced at Oria as she disentangled herself from Jack’s lap.
“We figured they were more actual… guidelines.” Gibbs offered a hand to Jack and tugged him to his feet; Oria was stood by the steps up to the helm twisting her hair violently to get all the water of it. Cotton held out his hat and Jack felt the world begin to right itself. All the problems had been solved and those that still needed negotiating were well on their way.
“Thank you.” Jack slammed it onto his head and sighed slightly as a jacket was eased onto his shoulders.
“Captain Sparrow.” He glanced over his shoulder at Anna-Maria with a smile, “The Black Pearl is yours.” He turned and jogged up the stairs, the wheel was practically calling his name and he ran his fingers over it lovingly. He realised everyone was staring at him curiously and he cleared his throat.
“On deck, you scabrous dogs! Man the braces! Let down and haul to run free. Now... bring me that horizon.” He hummed slightly under his breath and slipped open the compass and held it lightly in his palm, the arrow slipped to where Oria was stood for a few brief seconds and he smiled, that could be sorted later. It spun wildly before settling on the Isle de Muerta. “And really bad eggs… drink up my hearties yo ho.” He closed the compass and spun the wheel into the right direction his eyes on the brilliantly glowing horizon.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ AND/OR REVIEWED AND I'LL HOPEFULLY SEE YOU AGAIN IN 'TWISTED VIEWS' HAVE A LOOK AT THE TRAILER FOR AN IDEA OF WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN!!