Taming A Dragon

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.
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Chapter 15 - Beckett’s Return

The port was beckoning them from the horizon, its’ glimmering lights dripping golden dew drops in the mist that swirled so wonderfully concealing about them, they had spent the past two days arguing about where to go to get clothing. Eventually they had settled on Tortuga on Oria’s demand that he learned how to tell stories in the radical way, she walked up to the helm and stood next to him overlooking the port.

“So tell me Jack, what stories have you planned?” He glanced sideways at her.

“Not a single one just like you said, I’m going for the spontaneous tales again just like you said. You know, I thought that by you saying you submit, you would have actually submitted to me, it seems to me that all I’m doing is what you say.” She grinned and patted his arm.

“I told you Jack, nothing is easy with me, you’ve got to fight for every single little step. Besides, you submitted to my tutoring in order to get the lady who can help you, which reminds me, I hope your coin purse is full. ‘Cos we’re going hunting for whores, you need to perfect your techniques, just in case she’s interested.” He leered at her letting his eyes rove over her; she looked good in his clothes.

“Surely you could teach me?” She glared at him.

“No.” He watched her stalk off and pouted.

“Pity. Wouldn’t have cost anything.” She glared again over her shoulder and began to chivvy the crew into getting the ship ready to dock. He chuckled and began to steer his beloved ship up to the wooden piers.

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Oria glanced down the side street before shaking her head and dragging him down to the next one, a whore wandered up to them.

“Alright my lovelies, you looking for business?” Oria glanced across at the whore and wrinkled her nose.

“Not from you.” Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise and smiled apologetically as the woman stalked off with her nose in the air muttering about pompous young lads. He glanced back at Oria as she dragged him to the next alley.

“Now what did you go and do that for?” She peered down the alley.

“She wasn’t from the whore house I’m looking for. It was a favourite of my fathers and most of the crew because it was an old establishment with some of the best in whores in. Doesn’t come cheap though so keep your sense of mind when they tell you the price.” Jack watched her carefully as she dragged him down to the next one, she really did look like a young lad apart from the fact that her face was just that little bit too pretty close up but from a distance she pulled it off well.

She had stolen a hat from a drunkard and swept all of her hair up under it apart from a few stray pieces to suggest a rugged look. A triumphant cry issued from her as she spotted a swinging sign of a woman wearing sparse few clothes, she dragged him down the street and pushed him in front of her into the whore house. He stared in disbelief at the luxury of the little back house, plush sofas and lounging chairs were spread about a good sized room and women were walking around in scarce few clothes playfully tempting the men waiting to be served. Oria dragged him over to a large older woman.

“Madam, need a whore, what you charge?” The woman regarded them both and smiled genially.

“Of course young sirs, we have more common ones like Delilah over there or the more unusual like Zchasa there. Slight difference in price, two gold pieces for the more common and three for the more unusual. All are excellent, what’s your desire.” Jack licked his lips expectantly and glanced at Oria before realising she had already refused and the Madam was now staring at him.

“Unusual, if you don’t mind.” The Madam clapped her hands three times and a selection of girls appeared and lined up.

“Take your pick sir, would you like to wait for your friend here?” Oria glanced between them; she had the money she needed to buy what she needed to buy.

“I’ll wait till he’s chosen.” Jack glanced down the line, women with skin as dark as night or pale as the moon, ebony locks or fiery reds, he pointed to a thin looking older woman with a bonny face and ebony locks that ran like a waterfall to her waist. The Madam nodded and whisked the rest away, Oria grasped the whores’ arm and whispered in her ear.

“Teach him everything you know and I’ll pay you double. And by everything, I mean everything.” The woman nodded before clasping Jacks’ hand and leading him up the stairs to the bedrooms, he didn’t even glance back.

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Several hours later Oria was sat alone on the deck, adorned in her new clothes, a pair of black britches, white shirt and a thick black belt with silver buckle. From either side hung a cutlass and two pistols, and on her head was a new ebony leather tri-corner which she was particularly proud of considering she had stolen it from a shop window. The boots were also new, a rich black leather that could reach thigh if she unrolled them during the colder weather or if a battle was imminent as protection. A black jacket with silver effects lay next to her on the deck, she glanced up as heavy footsteps trod up the boarding plank expecting it to be Jack or one of the crew she didn’t move except to stretch out one leg and wrap her arms lazily around the other.

The hat was the first thing that startled her, it was black velvet and feathered, she stood up and saw it wasn’t Jack or a crew man but a troop of red coats and from the looks of him a Commodore. Her hand flew to her pistol, the other to a cutlass, she primed the pistol and aimed at the mans head as he cleared the plank and stepped on to the deck, he froze as he was greeted by the double barrel.

“Well hello there. Tell me what is the name of this ship?” Oria stared at him.

“Black Pearl and you and your kind aren’t welcome. So leave.” He chuckled and stepped forwards, “Don’t think I won’t shoot. What’s your name?” He smiled gently.

“Commodore Cutler Beckett at your service. Are you going to lower that pistol?” She smiled an equally gentle smile.

“I don’t think so, are you going to leave this ship? Or do I have to show you the way?” The smile dropped from both faces.

“You are severely outnumbered boy, your loyalty is admirable, who is the Captain of this vessel?” Oria clicked the second hammer into place.

“That is none of your business, leave now or face the consequences.” He stepped forward angrily.

“I believe…”

“Oria, darling you’re a bloody genius! That was the best time I’ve ever had, charged a bit more but it was… well… worth it. Hello?” Jack paused as he spotted the red coats and the stand off between Oria and Beckett, “Oh bugger.” Oria glared at him.

“Slightly, care to run?” He turned on his heels and charged back into Tortuga chased by the soldiers, Oria turned her attention back to Beckett.
“Foolish… very foolish… Oria I believe it was?” Oria glared at him.

“You are now unarmed and without back-up. Completely at my mercy, what should I do with you I wonder?” She smiled predatorily, “I think you should turn and run before I count to ten. One… two…” Beckett turned and stalked off the ship.

“You are not of my concern.” She watched him stalk off following the patrol back into Tortuga, unpriming the pistol she slipped it back into its sheath and dragged her jacket on before running down the boarding plank and into Tortuga.

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Jack glanced behind him the guards were still following him at the same pace, he ducked down a side alley but their footsteps echoed down after him, he turned another corner only to meet another patrol searching for him. Turning sharply on his heel he ran in another direction only to be dragged down another side alley by a firm grip on his jacket. He pulled out his pistol and aimed it roughly in the area of the assailant; a hand batted it away.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He scowled; he knew that voice all too well.

“Oria?”

“No the cups of vengeance, of course it’s me!” He scowled deeper and raised a threatening finger only to find her hand grasp it and drag him down the side alley, “Don’t say a word, just follow me.” Shutting up the retort about the cups of vengeance he followed her through the maze of back alleys praying she knew her way. She knocked sharply on a door and barged her way in, dragging Jack after her. Her eyes lighted on a larger whore, “Five gold pieces for your dress love.”

The woman nodded and stripped rapidly tossing the dress over in exchange for the gold. Oria turned and began to shove it over Jacks’ head; he gave a squawk of indignation and tried to wriggle out of it. She tugged it down harshly and it slipped over his head and shoulders, “Shut up and listen, there is no way we can fight our way through them, that ship is not leaving this port unless they believe you’re not on it. It’ll only be for a few hours. What do you prefer life or death?”

He nodded and she plumped up the dress around the bosom and hip area before glancing around, a long haired wig had been abandoned by one whore who had finished tempting and got her man. Snatching it up she slammed it on his head and arranged it into some semblance of hairstyle rather than another matted mess. After several minutes of rearranging she nodded.

“You’re ready. Now remember to act like a woman, no matter what they say and do, just act like a woman and they won’t find out your disguise.” He nodded and followed her out; she slipped her hand in his and led the way back to the ship.

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Oria glanced back as Beckett came up the steps and turned to Jack, who was pressed against the wall of the ship, “Remember you’re a woman.” He nodded and felt her lips capture his hotly her hands resting on his make-shift hips pretending to hold him close. Too busy worrying about how they appeared neither paid much attention to the kiss, Jack shifted his arms to wrap about Oria’s neck and sure enough the tap on the shoulder came. Jack turned his face away as if bashful.

“What you want? Can’t you see I’ve got me hands a bit full here mate?” The sailor looked slightly uncomfortable.

“Not him sir.” Beckett glanced over to where the two were entwined and nodded, “Ship’s clear down below sir, he’s not on board.” Oria grinned against his lips gently and nipped sharply at the bottom.

“I suggest you get out of that dress then.” She glanced over her shoulder to where the red coats were leaving.

“How’d he manage that? He’s just disappeared.” Oria laughed quietly and stepped away only to feel the resistance from his arms about her neck bring her back flush against him.

“What are you doing?” He grinned evilly.

“Enjoying the sensation of having just escaped and having just been kissed to high seas by a very attractive young pirate.” She ducked out of his grasp and pranced a safe distance away a grin on her face.

“Go get changed before the rest of the crew thinks you’re a woman and start taking liberties.” Jack retreated to his cabin and returned when they were a safe distance away from Tortuga. He jogged up to the helm; Oria was stood looking back at Tortuga her arms folded across her chest. Jack stepped up behind her wrapping his own arms gently over hers and his chin on her shoulder by her ear.

“You’re a very smart girl, do you know that?” He could feel her smile.

“Of course.” The scent from her was intoxicating, that same jasmine, spices and ocean he couldn’t help himself as he placed a kiss on her throat and made his way down to her collar bone. She turned slightly watching him until he turned her chin back and began to kiss back up, one hand resting on her throat gently to ensure she didn’t move away.