Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
1,323
Reviews:
28
Recommended:
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Chapter 15 - Risk Taking
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
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!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 15 - Risk Taking
Jack stepped out of the long boat and glared around the beach daring it not to relinquish its treasure to him. It would yield its prize, even if he had to dig up every single millimetre of sand by hand. Gibbs stumbled out behind him holding two spades awkwardly and looking a little worse for wear at the strenuous pace Jack had set on the ship in order to get to the little island. Snapping the compass out Jack watched it rotate for a while before striding off in the direction it had pointed.
Gibbs stumbled along behind with a few other members of the crew, they were expecting trouble. Something this precious as to make Jack so desperate to get at it must be guarded they reasoned and they weren’t about to let their Captain have all the fun. Besides, they wanted to know what the fuss was all about, he had been far too secretive and it had aroused their curiosity.
Jack paused as the compass span on the spot and glanced down in between his feet suspiciously. It looked like nothing more than sand, he jumped on the spot tentatively as if expecting it to turn into a giant maw and swallow him whole. Instead the sand barely rippled beneath him, with a satisfied nod Jack snapped the compass closed and motioned for Gibbs and the rest of the crew to start digging.
:/
Oria glanced across the ocean, just in the distance was the Isle de Cruces and to their right, attempting to float as inconspicuously as possible was the Black Pearl in all it’s glory. Jones stepped up alongside her and studied the beach intently, searching for any sign of activity, “You know what your task is?”
“Return the heart to receive Sara and give more time to Jack to gain the souls.” Jones chuckled at her cold reply and glanced down at her.
“You shouldn’t have learned to care Oria. Who’d knew that that which you despise most would be your downfall.” Oria glared up at him and sneered.
“I don’t despise men… I despise you.” She turned away sharply and headed down to the deck, she paused half-way down the steps noticing something ducking back out of sight in the prow. Oria smiled faintly, so Will was still here, no doubt he would have heard of his father’s death then. She continued on her way.
“Leave no one alive and bring me back that heart Oria.” Oria glanced up and nodded as the crew poured over the side’s intent on malice.
:/
Jack pushed the diggers out of the way and knelt in front of the chest wriggling his fingers in anticipation. This was it, this was his last chance, he leaned forwards and pressed his ear to the wood. He waited for a few seconds, breath held and gave a sigh of relief when a dull thud emanated from beneath the wood. Now he was willing to bet that the chest contained the heart.
Screams echoed out from further down the beach and Jack glanced up as Jones crew appeared out of the ocean heading for their location. Immediately Jack’s crew ran, one or two screaming with fright at the memory of their last visit. Scrambling upright he clasped the chest to him and slowly stepped backwards only to find his path blocked by yet more of the creatures. He froze in the centre and stared dumbly, he was willing to bet that theses guys would not be too willing to barter with him.
“Leave him. He is my business, go and chase down the rest if you must but leave us.” Jack glanced up at the cold voice from Oria. Her eyes met his icily and he got the distinct feeling that this was not a friendly rescue.
:/
The crew dispersed around them not daring to challenge Oria with the suddenly reinstated authority of Jones. Oria waited till the group of crustaceans had gone holding Jack’s gaze all the while till every last one had disappeared into the palm tree forest, “That doesn’t belong to you.” She whispered as she began to circle him her eyes locked onto his, Jack slowly lowered it into the long boat.
“Doesn’t belong to you either.” Oria smiled faintly.
“I still have more of a claim to it than you. One hundred years of hunting and tracking and deceiving. Now it is within my grasp and you expect me to let you just walk away with it? Come on Jack, we both know that’s not going to happen.” She circled him again with a cruel smile, she had to unnerve him, had to get him to give her the chest.
:/
Jack watched quietly as she circled him like the deadly predator that she had been trained to be. He turned with her, keeping his gaze locked onto hers. Why couldn’t she have stayed on the Flying Dutchman and just let him do what he prayed would work? Why couldn’t things just be simple?
“Care to dual for it then? Whoever drops their sword first wins?” The words barely fell from his lips but they echoed in both of their ears like a gunshot. This was it, he had issued the challenge, he had defeated her before, in many battles, what could be so different now?
:/
Oria watched him carefully, he’d issued the challenge, now all she had to do was accept, “Why do you think that you can beat me Jack?” She whispered, a calm resting in her eyes. He continued following her movement matching footstep for footstep.
“I’ve done it before, when we first met, all those training practices on the ship…” He trailed off as she chuckled.
“You actually believe that you were good enough to defeat me?” She tutted condescendingly, “Jack… I thought you were smarter than that. Silly… little… boy.” Oria paused and stood facing him with a cocky grin, “I was playing with you Jack, letting you win, learning your tactics. For an occasion… just… like… this. Think about it, how much of my fighting style do you know and how much do I know about yours? How much can you defend against? How fast are your reactions Jack?” Jack glanced down at the chest, he knew he couldn’t afford to lose this time, this time he had to win for real. His eyes snapped to hers and he drew his cutlass, she looked disappointed but drew her own.
:/
They began circling again watching each other warily, neither wanting to make the first strike, neither wanting to admit that this was really happening. Oria gave a fake lunge and Jack leapt backwards raising his cutlass defensively, she chuckled slightly, “Come on Jack just admit defeat and let me take that chest.” He shook his head furiously.
“I can’t do that.” Oria scowled at him and launched her assault. Jack blocked as best he could against the onslaught but there was no hope of distracting her this time. This was a battle of skill and Oria was decades of years ahead of him with a wealth of different eras of knowledge to back her up. She paused temporarily distracted by something behind him and he lunged forcing her onto the defensive. Her attention quickly snapped back to him and he was thrust back into his defensive role. She swung violently for his left and he side-stepped right only to trip over her foot as she anticipated the movement and leapt to intervene.
Jack fell to the sand in surprise his cutlass thrown from his hand as he attempted to catch himself. He paused as Oria placed her cutlass as his throat, “In what world could you have ever defeated me Jack Sparrow?” She whispered leaning forwards so that only he could hear, Jack chuckled faintly.
“Oria, let me keep the chest I can…” But once again her gaze was not on him but on something to the right. Jack glanced side-ways to where Maccus was stood with a pistol aimed straight at Jack’s head. Oria was watching him steadily assessing what kind of crazy stunt the crustacean was intending. Before Jack had realised what was happening a shot fired off and Maccus fell back dead, he stared back at Oria as she blew the smoke from her pistol.
“Always wanted to do that.” She whispered as Jack watched her curiously, her cutlass was still at his throat. He shifted to sit up and instantly the pistol was pressed against his chest. He met her gaze in shock at the cold kiss of death from the double barrel pressing through his shirt and chilling him to the bone despite the hot Caribbean sun, “Don’t move.” She hissed dangerously her eyes on his.
Jack paused only for a few seconds, but then considered what the point was of playing safe now. She had won, she would take the heart and he would be sent to Davy Jones locker without so much as a peck on the cheek. Might as well see how far he could push her, after all, he was dead now either way. He sat up further and Oria continued to hold his gaze quietly the pistol still to his chest.
He gave a shout as her finger closed on the trigger and the hammers thundered down sending cold reverberations down the barrel and throughout his entire body.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
WELL HOW’S THAT FOR A CLIFF-HANGER? TOLD YOU IT WAS A GOOD ONE.
EMPHASIS ON THE FACT THAT I DIDN’T SAY IF HE DIES OR NOT… I GUESS YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO COME BACK ON THE 15th OF FEBRUARY TO FIND OUT WON’T YOU :D
Title: Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
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!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 15 - Risk Taking
Jack stepped out of the long boat and glared around the beach daring it not to relinquish its treasure to him. It would yield its prize, even if he had to dig up every single millimetre of sand by hand. Gibbs stumbled out behind him holding two spades awkwardly and looking a little worse for wear at the strenuous pace Jack had set on the ship in order to get to the little island. Snapping the compass out Jack watched it rotate for a while before striding off in the direction it had pointed.
Gibbs stumbled along behind with a few other members of the crew, they were expecting trouble. Something this precious as to make Jack so desperate to get at it must be guarded they reasoned and they weren’t about to let their Captain have all the fun. Besides, they wanted to know what the fuss was all about, he had been far too secretive and it had aroused their curiosity.
Jack paused as the compass span on the spot and glanced down in between his feet suspiciously. It looked like nothing more than sand, he jumped on the spot tentatively as if expecting it to turn into a giant maw and swallow him whole. Instead the sand barely rippled beneath him, with a satisfied nod Jack snapped the compass closed and motioned for Gibbs and the rest of the crew to start digging.
:/
Oria glanced across the ocean, just in the distance was the Isle de Cruces and to their right, attempting to float as inconspicuously as possible was the Black Pearl in all it’s glory. Jones stepped up alongside her and studied the beach intently, searching for any sign of activity, “You know what your task is?”
“Return the heart to receive Sara and give more time to Jack to gain the souls.” Jones chuckled at her cold reply and glanced down at her.
“You shouldn’t have learned to care Oria. Who’d knew that that which you despise most would be your downfall.” Oria glared up at him and sneered.
“I don’t despise men… I despise you.” She turned away sharply and headed down to the deck, she paused half-way down the steps noticing something ducking back out of sight in the prow. Oria smiled faintly, so Will was still here, no doubt he would have heard of his father’s death then. She continued on her way.
“Leave no one alive and bring me back that heart Oria.” Oria glanced up and nodded as the crew poured over the side’s intent on malice.
:/
Jack pushed the diggers out of the way and knelt in front of the chest wriggling his fingers in anticipation. This was it, this was his last chance, he leaned forwards and pressed his ear to the wood. He waited for a few seconds, breath held and gave a sigh of relief when a dull thud emanated from beneath the wood. Now he was willing to bet that the chest contained the heart.
Screams echoed out from further down the beach and Jack glanced up as Jones crew appeared out of the ocean heading for their location. Immediately Jack’s crew ran, one or two screaming with fright at the memory of their last visit. Scrambling upright he clasped the chest to him and slowly stepped backwards only to find his path blocked by yet more of the creatures. He froze in the centre and stared dumbly, he was willing to bet that theses guys would not be too willing to barter with him.
“Leave him. He is my business, go and chase down the rest if you must but leave us.” Jack glanced up at the cold voice from Oria. Her eyes met his icily and he got the distinct feeling that this was not a friendly rescue.
:/
The crew dispersed around them not daring to challenge Oria with the suddenly reinstated authority of Jones. Oria waited till the group of crustaceans had gone holding Jack’s gaze all the while till every last one had disappeared into the palm tree forest, “That doesn’t belong to you.” She whispered as she began to circle him her eyes locked onto his, Jack slowly lowered it into the long boat.
“Doesn’t belong to you either.” Oria smiled faintly.
“I still have more of a claim to it than you. One hundred years of hunting and tracking and deceiving. Now it is within my grasp and you expect me to let you just walk away with it? Come on Jack, we both know that’s not going to happen.” She circled him again with a cruel smile, she had to unnerve him, had to get him to give her the chest.
:/
Jack watched quietly as she circled him like the deadly predator that she had been trained to be. He turned with her, keeping his gaze locked onto hers. Why couldn’t she have stayed on the Flying Dutchman and just let him do what he prayed would work? Why couldn’t things just be simple?
“Care to dual for it then? Whoever drops their sword first wins?” The words barely fell from his lips but they echoed in both of their ears like a gunshot. This was it, he had issued the challenge, he had defeated her before, in many battles, what could be so different now?
:/
Oria watched him carefully, he’d issued the challenge, now all she had to do was accept, “Why do you think that you can beat me Jack?” She whispered, a calm resting in her eyes. He continued following her movement matching footstep for footstep.
“I’ve done it before, when we first met, all those training practices on the ship…” He trailed off as she chuckled.
“You actually believe that you were good enough to defeat me?” She tutted condescendingly, “Jack… I thought you were smarter than that. Silly… little… boy.” Oria paused and stood facing him with a cocky grin, “I was playing with you Jack, letting you win, learning your tactics. For an occasion… just… like… this. Think about it, how much of my fighting style do you know and how much do I know about yours? How much can you defend against? How fast are your reactions Jack?” Jack glanced down at the chest, he knew he couldn’t afford to lose this time, this time he had to win for real. His eyes snapped to hers and he drew his cutlass, she looked disappointed but drew her own.
:/
They began circling again watching each other warily, neither wanting to make the first strike, neither wanting to admit that this was really happening. Oria gave a fake lunge and Jack leapt backwards raising his cutlass defensively, she chuckled slightly, “Come on Jack just admit defeat and let me take that chest.” He shook his head furiously.
“I can’t do that.” Oria scowled at him and launched her assault. Jack blocked as best he could against the onslaught but there was no hope of distracting her this time. This was a battle of skill and Oria was decades of years ahead of him with a wealth of different eras of knowledge to back her up. She paused temporarily distracted by something behind him and he lunged forcing her onto the defensive. Her attention quickly snapped back to him and he was thrust back into his defensive role. She swung violently for his left and he side-stepped right only to trip over her foot as she anticipated the movement and leapt to intervene.
Jack fell to the sand in surprise his cutlass thrown from his hand as he attempted to catch himself. He paused as Oria placed her cutlass as his throat, “In what world could you have ever defeated me Jack Sparrow?” She whispered leaning forwards so that only he could hear, Jack chuckled faintly.
“Oria, let me keep the chest I can…” But once again her gaze was not on him but on something to the right. Jack glanced side-ways to where Maccus was stood with a pistol aimed straight at Jack’s head. Oria was watching him steadily assessing what kind of crazy stunt the crustacean was intending. Before Jack had realised what was happening a shot fired off and Maccus fell back dead, he stared back at Oria as she blew the smoke from her pistol.
“Always wanted to do that.” She whispered as Jack watched her curiously, her cutlass was still at his throat. He shifted to sit up and instantly the pistol was pressed against his chest. He met her gaze in shock at the cold kiss of death from the double barrel pressing through his shirt and chilling him to the bone despite the hot Caribbean sun, “Don’t move.” She hissed dangerously her eyes on his.
Jack paused only for a few seconds, but then considered what the point was of playing safe now. She had won, she would take the heart and he would be sent to Davy Jones locker without so much as a peck on the cheek. Might as well see how far he could push her, after all, he was dead now either way. He sat up further and Oria continued to hold his gaze quietly the pistol still to his chest.
He gave a shout as her finger closed on the trigger and the hammers thundered down sending cold reverberations down the barrel and throughout his entire body.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
WELL HOW’S THAT FOR A CLIFF-HANGER? TOLD YOU IT WAS A GOOD ONE.
EMPHASIS ON THE FACT THAT I DIDN’T SAY IF HE DIES OR NOT… I GUESS YOU’LL JUST HAVE TO COME BACK ON THE 15th OF FEBRUARY TO FIND OUT WON’T YOU :D