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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
1,956
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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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 15 - Silent Days
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Twisted Views
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 15 – Silent Days
Oria glanced at Will, he was stood just staring at her… silently after a few moments he gave a heavy sigh obviously resigning himself to his fate of babysitter, “Do you want anything to eat or drink?” She shook her head numbly fighting back the urge to smack him ten ways from Sunday at treating her like a child. Condescendingly she glanced about what would be her cage for a fortnight, a cage assigned by Jack. Good, it would help her in the long run to have this reminder that he had caged her to have the anger at this boiling, it would help, “You can have my bed, I’ll take Sara’s.” She glanced back at the two beds.
“I should have the smaller one, this is your home and you’ll be working… you’ll need your rest more than me.” Will nodded slowly and gave the fire a feeble poke, the atmosphere was unbelievably uncomfortable. He was not happy with her being here, he was not happy sharing a room with her. She was not a lady in his opinion, she was nothing more than a pirate and had the same values as one, he didn’t trust her and he wasn’t sure if he even liked her.
“I get up quite early in the morning to start the forge fire so… just so you know and don’t panic. I won’t be around most of the day but I can come back at lunch instead of staying at the forge. I’ll buy some books for you tomorrow if you want.” Oria nodded and sat down on the bed, she was already weary of the place, “I… It’s not meant to be a cage.” Will whispered beginning to feel annoyed at the way she was looking about his home.
“It’s stone walls Will, that means it’s a cage to me. It’s not wood, it’s not a ship, it’s not on the ocean. I can’t see the ocean, can’t smell or feel its brisk breeze.” Will smiled apologetically, that was similar to Jack, if she kept that up it might not be too bad.
“You can open a window if you like. Though not much of a breeze gets up here.” He trailed off and glanced at the small clock above his fire, “I need to be getting to sleep, like I said, I need to be up early in the morning. Sorry.” Oria glanced out of the window from where she was sat. All her eyes could see was the stone wall opposite, no ocean, no open space, just a small alley way. Her heart constricted with fear, the longest she had spent on land was with Cordell and then she had been allowed free run of the brothel and town. Now she was trapped in one room with no view, she couldn’t even imagine herself walking in the streets.
“Nothing you need to be sorry about Mr Turner.” Will paused as he glanced back at her, that had surprised him. He had not expected any manners at all, especially not a Mr Turner.
“It’s just Will.” Oria glanced back at him equally surprised at his familiarity when she was impugning on his privacy but gave a faint smile.
“Will it is then.” Will nodded and scrambled into bed quickly, Oria glanced at the candles still burning.
“You sleep with candles still burning?” Will opened one eye at her question and slowly shuffled around to look at her.
“No, I thought you wouldn’t be tired yet.” Oria stood up and blew them out before sitting back on the bed and folding her legs.
“I don’t need light to be awake.” Will glanced at her dark silhouette against the window, it felt strange to have her here and no Sara. He would miss the little girl and her beautiful way of looking at the world so simply with an understanding he feared he would never comprehend. He would never understand her forgiveness for Oria’s web of lies.
:/
Will locked the door behind him and glanced at Oria, she was curled up in a chair with one of the books he had brought back that first night, now a whole week ago. It had felt like forever, his routine had stayed the same except he no longer picked Sara up from the lady down the street who took her on the days when he was in the forge with no deliveries. Oria didn’t look up as she flicked a page over and tucked her legs a bit further under her. The firelight tickling it’s shadows over her and playing with the natural auburn tints in her ebony hair.
He had to admit, she wasn’t as repulsive as he had feared. To be truthful, she was bizarrely similar to Sara, kept herself to herself and stayed out of his way. It was almost like having the kid back again, that was another thing he’d noticed. Sat there in the chair she looked young, she didn’t even look his age, he felt protective over her like he did over Elizabeth that was until he saw her eyes. Her eyes were an entirely different story, they said back off very clearly and he was more than willing to comply with that command, he knew the visage of a beautiful young woman was only a mirage.
Will pulled down two plates and continued to watch her, she had been getting worse. Every inch of her was tense like a coiled spring ready to explode at any second. She had been forced to stay in the house for a week and she was going bananas with sitting still and reading books. He dropped a couple of plates onto the small table and sliced a small loaf, his eyes flicking between the bread and Oria.
She was captivating, in an entirely different way from Elizabeth, it wasn’t her looks that drew people’s attention. Although they were helpful, it was something else, a kind of spark that burned brightly and drew your attention whether you wanted to give it or not. He gave a shout as he sliced the tip of his finger with the knife, “You should focus on the knife not me.” He blushed slightly as she continued to read the book turning over yet another page with a faint smirk.
“I wasn’t staring.” She closed the book smartly and unfolded her legs with a grin.
“Then why did you cut a finger?” She smirked as Will stared down pointedly at the bread and knife.
“Just a clumsy mistake.” Oria chuckled slightly and put the book back onto a shelf, she wouldn’t need it for the rest of the night… she had plans.
:/
Oria watched Will drift off to sleep through the moonlight coming in through the window, once satisfied he was completely off with the fairies she got out of bed and hurriedly slammed her boots on. Moving steadily over the creaky planks towards the door she eased it open slowly after picking the lock and closed it near enough silently behind her.
A chill breeze ruffled her hair and she sighed with relief at the contact, finally she felt free as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders for the first time in her life. She glanced about her before heading into the shadows and making her way towards the docks.
The sea glittered so beautifully under the moon, silver crested waves caressed the beach as they rippled up towards her. Slowly she lowered herself onto her heels and gazed out over the ocean, a faint smile on her lips as her fingers played with the white horses that broke against the sand at her feet. It was her prison and her salvation, it sought to keep her addicted and like an opium addict will continue to return to the smoke to prevent cold turkey she would seek out the cool caress of the waves till the day she died.
“Oria.” The voice all too familiar echoed over the silent bay and she glanced back with a cocked eyebrow as pistols cocked all around her, she smirked in a pleased way… right on time…
Title: Twisted Views
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 15 – Silent Days
Oria glanced at Will, he was stood just staring at her… silently after a few moments he gave a heavy sigh obviously resigning himself to his fate of babysitter, “Do you want anything to eat or drink?” She shook her head numbly fighting back the urge to smack him ten ways from Sunday at treating her like a child. Condescendingly she glanced about what would be her cage for a fortnight, a cage assigned by Jack. Good, it would help her in the long run to have this reminder that he had caged her to have the anger at this boiling, it would help, “You can have my bed, I’ll take Sara’s.” She glanced back at the two beds.
“I should have the smaller one, this is your home and you’ll be working… you’ll need your rest more than me.” Will nodded slowly and gave the fire a feeble poke, the atmosphere was unbelievably uncomfortable. He was not happy with her being here, he was not happy sharing a room with her. She was not a lady in his opinion, she was nothing more than a pirate and had the same values as one, he didn’t trust her and he wasn’t sure if he even liked her.
“I get up quite early in the morning to start the forge fire so… just so you know and don’t panic. I won’t be around most of the day but I can come back at lunch instead of staying at the forge. I’ll buy some books for you tomorrow if you want.” Oria nodded and sat down on the bed, she was already weary of the place, “I… It’s not meant to be a cage.” Will whispered beginning to feel annoyed at the way she was looking about his home.
“It’s stone walls Will, that means it’s a cage to me. It’s not wood, it’s not a ship, it’s not on the ocean. I can’t see the ocean, can’t smell or feel its brisk breeze.” Will smiled apologetically, that was similar to Jack, if she kept that up it might not be too bad.
“You can open a window if you like. Though not much of a breeze gets up here.” He trailed off and glanced at the small clock above his fire, “I need to be getting to sleep, like I said, I need to be up early in the morning. Sorry.” Oria glanced out of the window from where she was sat. All her eyes could see was the stone wall opposite, no ocean, no open space, just a small alley way. Her heart constricted with fear, the longest she had spent on land was with Cordell and then she had been allowed free run of the brothel and town. Now she was trapped in one room with no view, she couldn’t even imagine herself walking in the streets.
“Nothing you need to be sorry about Mr Turner.” Will paused as he glanced back at her, that had surprised him. He had not expected any manners at all, especially not a Mr Turner.
“It’s just Will.” Oria glanced back at him equally surprised at his familiarity when she was impugning on his privacy but gave a faint smile.
“Will it is then.” Will nodded and scrambled into bed quickly, Oria glanced at the candles still burning.
“You sleep with candles still burning?” Will opened one eye at her question and slowly shuffled around to look at her.
“No, I thought you wouldn’t be tired yet.” Oria stood up and blew them out before sitting back on the bed and folding her legs.
“I don’t need light to be awake.” Will glanced at her dark silhouette against the window, it felt strange to have her here and no Sara. He would miss the little girl and her beautiful way of looking at the world so simply with an understanding he feared he would never comprehend. He would never understand her forgiveness for Oria’s web of lies.
:/
Will locked the door behind him and glanced at Oria, she was curled up in a chair with one of the books he had brought back that first night, now a whole week ago. It had felt like forever, his routine had stayed the same except he no longer picked Sara up from the lady down the street who took her on the days when he was in the forge with no deliveries. Oria didn’t look up as she flicked a page over and tucked her legs a bit further under her. The firelight tickling it’s shadows over her and playing with the natural auburn tints in her ebony hair.
He had to admit, she wasn’t as repulsive as he had feared. To be truthful, she was bizarrely similar to Sara, kept herself to herself and stayed out of his way. It was almost like having the kid back again, that was another thing he’d noticed. Sat there in the chair she looked young, she didn’t even look his age, he felt protective over her like he did over Elizabeth that was until he saw her eyes. Her eyes were an entirely different story, they said back off very clearly and he was more than willing to comply with that command, he knew the visage of a beautiful young woman was only a mirage.
Will pulled down two plates and continued to watch her, she had been getting worse. Every inch of her was tense like a coiled spring ready to explode at any second. She had been forced to stay in the house for a week and she was going bananas with sitting still and reading books. He dropped a couple of plates onto the small table and sliced a small loaf, his eyes flicking between the bread and Oria.
She was captivating, in an entirely different way from Elizabeth, it wasn’t her looks that drew people’s attention. Although they were helpful, it was something else, a kind of spark that burned brightly and drew your attention whether you wanted to give it or not. He gave a shout as he sliced the tip of his finger with the knife, “You should focus on the knife not me.” He blushed slightly as she continued to read the book turning over yet another page with a faint smirk.
“I wasn’t staring.” She closed the book smartly and unfolded her legs with a grin.
“Then why did you cut a finger?” She smirked as Will stared down pointedly at the bread and knife.
“Just a clumsy mistake.” Oria chuckled slightly and put the book back onto a shelf, she wouldn’t need it for the rest of the night… she had plans.
:/
Oria watched Will drift off to sleep through the moonlight coming in through the window, once satisfied he was completely off with the fairies she got out of bed and hurriedly slammed her boots on. Moving steadily over the creaky planks towards the door she eased it open slowly after picking the lock and closed it near enough silently behind her.
A chill breeze ruffled her hair and she sighed with relief at the contact, finally she felt free as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders for the first time in her life. She glanced about her before heading into the shadows and making her way towards the docks.
The sea glittered so beautifully under the moon, silver crested waves caressed the beach as they rippled up towards her. Slowly she lowered herself onto her heels and gazed out over the ocean, a faint smile on her lips as her fingers played with the white horses that broke against the sand at her feet. It was her prison and her salvation, it sought to keep her addicted and like an opium addict will continue to return to the smoke to prevent cold turkey she would seek out the cool caress of the waves till the day she died.
“Oria.” The voice all too familiar echoed over the silent bay and she glanced back with a cocked eyebrow as pistols cocked all around her, she smirked in a pleased way… right on time…