The Tolling of the Bell
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
2,119
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 14 - What ARE you doing?
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Tolling of the Bell
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!
Chapter 14 – What ARE you doing?
Jack scrambled up the side of the Pearl, leaning over the side to drag Oria, Elizabeth and finally Will up to join him on the deck. The sails were looking the worse for wear as their ropes flapped in knots and tangles caused by the tumble through the darkness of oblivion. Jack winced at the state of it, his eyes raking over every detail lovingly. His poor Pearl, mauled and degraded by the journey and now with no apparent way out. He turned to regard Barbossa. “Well, which way is out?”
Barbossa glanced about the deck, assessing the damage for himself before responding to Jack’s question. “There’s a riddle to be solved in order to escape. Up is down. That is all I know.” Jack humphed and mumbled under his breath about it not being worthy of bringing him aboard and other unmentionable things. Barbossa drew a pistol and aimed it at Jack’s head, instantly Jack drew his own. A third pistol joined the fray, aiming at Barbossa’s head, the hammer clicked back into place.
“You don’t want to be doing that.” The deadly tone whispered out leaving no doubt that the pistol was in full working order and the trigger finger happy to follow through. Barbossa glanced sideways and smiled slightly, lowering his pistol and laughing genially as if it was all a joke. Oria lowered her pistol and stepped away. “So up is down. Start thinking.” She shouted over the deck, the crew getting the ship into a more sail-worthy condition as they pondered the puzzle.
Jack was still glowering at Barbossa, his pistol clasped lightly in his fingers. “Get over it, both of you.” Oria sniped at the troublesome pair before heading towards the cabin, relieved at the thought of removing the clinging bloody shirt. Why it couldn’t have been reborn with her to its former glory she would never know but if ever given the opportunity she would complain to Davy Jones at the lack of that specific service.
Jack stuffed the pistol into his belt and quickly followed her into the cabin with a glare at Barbossa. The pirate slammed the door behind him and dutifully ignored the rattle of the glass in the window. “What happened on that island?” He queried instantly. Oria paused, her shirt halfway over her head. Tugging it off all the way she turned to regard him, crossing her arms over her chest in the chill of the cabin, still damp from its recent dunking in the ocean.
“Can I put a shirt on first?” She asked shivering slightly. Jack licked his lips more than a little tempted to just leap and ravish. Slowly he nodded but not without Oria seeing his reaction, she smiled mischievously but the room really was too cold to play around in. Tugging a shirt over her head sharply she yelped as warm hands tickled over her bare stomach before the shirt could cover it. Jack stepped up behind her, pressing his hips against her backside. His hardened member pressing against her firmly. He couldn’t help it, just seeing her did it.
“If I find out he’s touched you… he’ll regret the day he was born.” Jack informed her resolutely, loving the feel of her pressed against him once more and that it was really real. Instantly wanting more and preferably in the form of her naked bronzed body against his and even more preferably than that, she would be writhing.
“Ugh, Jack that’s foul,” She stepped away with a wrinkled nose. “That old codger? You honestly think I would give myself to him? It’s you that sleeps around not me.” Oria accused viciously and moved to step around him and back onto the deck. Jack jumped in front of her to prevent her escape.
“What’re you so mad about?” He queried, Oria brushed him away once more.
“Nothing. I’m just hot or tired or something. Look, can we just please get out of this place? I think I’ve spent long enough down here to last me a lifetime.” Oria glanced away from him, uncomfortable with his gaze resting on her so intensely. The fortnight was up; Davy Jones would be back any time.
“All right. We’ll find a way out.” Jack attempted to comfort, slightly bemused at her attitude as she stepped around him and back onto the deck. Jack frowned as a loud voice echoed through the open door and he strode up onto the deck his gaze resting on Barbossa. The man was strutting about his ship, Jack’s ship, Jack’s Pearl and ordering HIS crew about. Jack leapt through the door swiftly noting that the crew were already following Barbossa’s orders.
“Trim those sails, slack windward brace and sheet. Haul that pennant line.” Barbossa shouted across the deck as he headed back towards the helm, scowling deeply as Jack echoed him after every command. Both men glared at each other, Barbossa stepping up to Jack who stood his ground with a defiant scowl.
“What are you doing?” Barbossa growled at the slightly smaller man.
“What are you doing?” Jack demanded incredulous at the man’s behaviour. How dare he presume that he could just bawl and holler and the ship would run at his command.
“No, what ARE you doing?” Barbossa repeated annoyed at the man’s continued existence.
“Well, what are you doing?” Jack ordered, flustered that the other pirate seemed completely oblivious to his argument. “Captain gives orders on the ship.” Jack sniped childishly.
“The Captain of this ship is giving orders.” Barbossa responded flawlessly as if he had predicted what Jack was going to say.
“My ship, makes me Captain.” Jack was sorely tempted to jump up and down the spot in pent up frustration, first Oria and now this useless noodle of a man. The award for most frustrating days goes to, yep, it was definitely today in Jack’s books.
“They be my charts.” Barbossa announced spontaneously flapping the edges of the bamboo stiffened map in Jack’s face. Watching with some amusement as Jack’s dark eyes followed the flailing edges religiously.
“Well that makes you… Chartman!” Jack announced proud at having found a solution as to who was Captain as well as tearing his eyes away from the flapping map which had temporarily hypnotised him. Barbossa stared at him with a disbelieving expression and waited for light to dawn. Slowly the pirate pointed a finger at him accusingly. “Where did you get a map from?” Barbossa rolled his eyes, grateful that Tia Dalma had provided him with a more pleasing price for rescue.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY THANKS TO 'Kimmie' FOR HER CONTINUED SUPPORT THROUGH REVIEWING AND MY BETA 'Grace'.
NEXT UPDATE: 7th SEPTEMBER
Title: Tolling of the Bell
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!
Chapter 14 – What ARE you doing?
Jack scrambled up the side of the Pearl, leaning over the side to drag Oria, Elizabeth and finally Will up to join him on the deck. The sails were looking the worse for wear as their ropes flapped in knots and tangles caused by the tumble through the darkness of oblivion. Jack winced at the state of it, his eyes raking over every detail lovingly. His poor Pearl, mauled and degraded by the journey and now with no apparent way out. He turned to regard Barbossa. “Well, which way is out?”
Barbossa glanced about the deck, assessing the damage for himself before responding to Jack’s question. “There’s a riddle to be solved in order to escape. Up is down. That is all I know.” Jack humphed and mumbled under his breath about it not being worthy of bringing him aboard and other unmentionable things. Barbossa drew a pistol and aimed it at Jack’s head, instantly Jack drew his own. A third pistol joined the fray, aiming at Barbossa’s head, the hammer clicked back into place.
“You don’t want to be doing that.” The deadly tone whispered out leaving no doubt that the pistol was in full working order and the trigger finger happy to follow through. Barbossa glanced sideways and smiled slightly, lowering his pistol and laughing genially as if it was all a joke. Oria lowered her pistol and stepped away. “So up is down. Start thinking.” She shouted over the deck, the crew getting the ship into a more sail-worthy condition as they pondered the puzzle.
Jack was still glowering at Barbossa, his pistol clasped lightly in his fingers. “Get over it, both of you.” Oria sniped at the troublesome pair before heading towards the cabin, relieved at the thought of removing the clinging bloody shirt. Why it couldn’t have been reborn with her to its former glory she would never know but if ever given the opportunity she would complain to Davy Jones at the lack of that specific service.
Jack stuffed the pistol into his belt and quickly followed her into the cabin with a glare at Barbossa. The pirate slammed the door behind him and dutifully ignored the rattle of the glass in the window. “What happened on that island?” He queried instantly. Oria paused, her shirt halfway over her head. Tugging it off all the way she turned to regard him, crossing her arms over her chest in the chill of the cabin, still damp from its recent dunking in the ocean.
“Can I put a shirt on first?” She asked shivering slightly. Jack licked his lips more than a little tempted to just leap and ravish. Slowly he nodded but not without Oria seeing his reaction, she smiled mischievously but the room really was too cold to play around in. Tugging a shirt over her head sharply she yelped as warm hands tickled over her bare stomach before the shirt could cover it. Jack stepped up behind her, pressing his hips against her backside. His hardened member pressing against her firmly. He couldn’t help it, just seeing her did it.
“If I find out he’s touched you… he’ll regret the day he was born.” Jack informed her resolutely, loving the feel of her pressed against him once more and that it was really real. Instantly wanting more and preferably in the form of her naked bronzed body against his and even more preferably than that, she would be writhing.
“Ugh, Jack that’s foul,” She stepped away with a wrinkled nose. “That old codger? You honestly think I would give myself to him? It’s you that sleeps around not me.” Oria accused viciously and moved to step around him and back onto the deck. Jack jumped in front of her to prevent her escape.
“What’re you so mad about?” He queried, Oria brushed him away once more.
“Nothing. I’m just hot or tired or something. Look, can we just please get out of this place? I think I’ve spent long enough down here to last me a lifetime.” Oria glanced away from him, uncomfortable with his gaze resting on her so intensely. The fortnight was up; Davy Jones would be back any time.
“All right. We’ll find a way out.” Jack attempted to comfort, slightly bemused at her attitude as she stepped around him and back onto the deck. Jack frowned as a loud voice echoed through the open door and he strode up onto the deck his gaze resting on Barbossa. The man was strutting about his ship, Jack’s ship, Jack’s Pearl and ordering HIS crew about. Jack leapt through the door swiftly noting that the crew were already following Barbossa’s orders.
“Trim those sails, slack windward brace and sheet. Haul that pennant line.” Barbossa shouted across the deck as he headed back towards the helm, scowling deeply as Jack echoed him after every command. Both men glared at each other, Barbossa stepping up to Jack who stood his ground with a defiant scowl.
“What are you doing?” Barbossa growled at the slightly smaller man.
“What are you doing?” Jack demanded incredulous at the man’s behaviour. How dare he presume that he could just bawl and holler and the ship would run at his command.
“No, what ARE you doing?” Barbossa repeated annoyed at the man’s continued existence.
“Well, what are you doing?” Jack ordered, flustered that the other pirate seemed completely oblivious to his argument. “Captain gives orders on the ship.” Jack sniped childishly.
“The Captain of this ship is giving orders.” Barbossa responded flawlessly as if he had predicted what Jack was going to say.
“My ship, makes me Captain.” Jack was sorely tempted to jump up and down the spot in pent up frustration, first Oria and now this useless noodle of a man. The award for most frustrating days goes to, yep, it was definitely today in Jack’s books.
“They be my charts.” Barbossa announced spontaneously flapping the edges of the bamboo stiffened map in Jack’s face. Watching with some amusement as Jack’s dark eyes followed the flailing edges religiously.
“Well that makes you… Chartman!” Jack announced proud at having found a solution as to who was Captain as well as tearing his eyes away from the flapping map which had temporarily hypnotised him. Barbossa stared at him with a disbelieving expression and waited for light to dawn. Slowly the pirate pointed a finger at him accusingly. “Where did you get a map from?” Barbossa rolled his eyes, grateful that Tia Dalma had provided him with a more pleasing price for rescue.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY THANKS TO 'Kimmie' FOR HER CONTINUED SUPPORT THROUGH REVIEWING AND MY BETA 'Grace'.
NEXT UPDATE: 7th SEPTEMBER