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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
2,120
Reviews:
22
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Chapter 15 - I'll Show You Bad Luck
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 15 – I’ll Show You Bad Luck
“All right, that is it! If you two cannot decide on who is Captain then I’ll be taking control of this ship.” Oria shouted growing increasingly annoyed at the lack of co-operation. Time was not in their favour. They needed to get out of this hell hole. Jack and Barbossa stared at her dumbly having forgotten her presence.
“Captain, it’s frightful…” Gibbs began to address Jack only to be cut off by Oria rounding on him.
“If you are even thinking of entertaining the idea of claiming that it is bad luck to have a woman captain a ship then I can assure that it WILL be bad luck for you.” Oria snapped as Gibbs quickly silenced himself knowing that she would definitely follow through with her threat if he finished the sentence. “Thank you,” She turned back to the two Captains. “Now, have you two decided who is going to be Captain or do I have to decide for you?”
“No. Let Captain Jack Sparrow continue his hapless reign.” Barbossa announced with a broad smile. Jack grinned briefly and pointed to the map.
“Captain should keep that safe as well don’t you think?” Jack persuaded while holding his hand out for it. Barbossa paused thoughtfully, his eyes trailing from the map to Jack before resting on Tia. The female gave a faint nod and Barbossa held it out to Jack. The Captain attempted to pull it into his grasp only to find it still stuck to Barbossa’s palm.
“You can look after it for me in exchange for my safe passage. Do we have an accord?” Barbossa queried with a cruel smirk.
Jack began to formulate an angered response only to catch Oria’s warning glare. The retort died instantly on his lips and he nodded with a faint smile. “We have an accord.” Jack stumbled back a step as Barbossa let go of the other end of the map with a beaming leer.
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With a frustrated sigh Jack folded the bamboo sheet up once more before reopening it a second later and pouring desperately over the turning rings. His fingers tickling over them, realigning line with ebony line as he attempted to decipher a message from the various scrawls. Giving up once more the pirate tucked the map into his belt tightly and strode over to where Oria was stood. She was watching the sun beginning to set, cascading golden rays and crimson streaks into the darkening blue of the sky. Dutifully she was ignoring the pounding of her heart as it threatened to break free from her chest. With sun set came Jones and with Jones came an unknown scenario. Oria refused to think of what consequence the Captain would conjure upon finding Jack here and with her aboard.
Jack leaned on the banister next to her, distracted momentarily by the myriad of colours. In this half-light it was hard to tell where the sea ended and the sky began. They blended so beautifully into one another, a kimono silk with watercolour perfection. Jack frowned pulling the map back out of his belt and spreading it on the banister. His eyes trailed over the centre image and it snapped into clarity as he turned it slowly. “We need to turn the ship over.” He whispered to himself.
“What?” Oria questioned momentarily distracted from her thoughts by Jacks soft voice. Glancing down at the map as Jack turned the centre dial once more to show her what he meant. “By the Gods Jack, I think you might be right.” Oria announced in disbelief watching as he continued to twist the ship around on the map. “Only problem is how do we convince the crew that you want the ship upside down to be the right way up. Then how do we get the ship upside down.” She pondered over the new angle of the puzzle as Jack folded the map back up and stuffed it into his belt once more.
“That’s the simple part love.” He jovially proclaimed and leaned over the banister enthusiastically. “What is that!” He shouted loudly, drawing the crew’s attention. “I’m not sure Jack. Hmmm, it certainly is interesting.” Jack continued regardless of the now worried stares he was attracting. Gibbs and a couple of the crew dawdled over curiously. The second they were alongside him Jack turned on his heel and with a cry ran over to the other side of the ship.
“Look! There it is again!” He shouted with worrying enthusiasm as he began to get into the role. “What could it be?” More of the crew jogged towards him and the second they stepped alongside him Jack charged back over to the other side.
“You’re insane.” Oria announced as he stumbled up to her with a grin.
“Ah but insanity will take us back home to the land of the supposedly sane.” He whispered to her conspiratorially. “Look!” He shouted once again as more of the crew joined him in traipsing from one side of the ship to the other. The ship began to list as Jack led the crew on a jig from one railing to the other. Barbossa watched silently as the crew followed their Captain as meekly as lambs. His eyes were drawn to a cannon ball that began to also travel with them as the listing of the ship became more drastic.
“He’s trying to rock the ship?” Barbossa whispered in confusion pausing for a few seconds before he remembered the three words Tia had whispered to him. “Up is down. Heathen gods alive he’s solved it.” Barbossa strode down to the main deck and began to un-strap the cannons shouting at the rest of the crew to do so also. With the weight of the cannons it didn’t take long for the ship to rock itself into a watery grave. The crew desperately grasping hold of anything that would survive the submersion, the majority holding on to the banister as the ship rolled over.
Jack grasped Oria and pinned her against him. He hadn’t come all this way and submerged his ship twice to have to do it all over again. Icy water encased them sharply as the ship floated belly up on the ocean. Silently they stayed there, dangling from the banisters as if they were nothing more than enlarged seaweed swaying with the currents. What felt like hours passed slowly as the water sluggishly caressed them. Jack glanced down as a distant rushing erupted in his ears. His eyes widened as the water rushed towards them in a way that water shouldn’t. Releasing one hand’s grip he wrapped it about Oria tightly feeling her own arm grip about his shoulders.
Seconds later spray and white horses leapt about them in frightful waves as the ship righted itself into the ocean of the true world. Everyone releasing their grip simultaneously to stop from being swept over the side as the waters tugged at them. Steadily the ocean drained off the deck and back into the sea where it belonged. Jack spluttered upright tugging his bandana up and out of his eyes allowing him to glance about the ship worriedly. Oria was led next to him half-laughing with relief as she gasped for breath.
“You know, it might have been simpler and a lot less messy if I’d come back with Davy Jones.” She announced, brushing the salty water from her eyes and lips. Jack grinned at her as she sat up and squeezed the water from her hair.
“Aye, there’d be a lot less water on both accounts.” Jack joked wringing several rivers from his own dreadlocks and glancing around the ship. If the Pearl hadn’t been a mess before it most definitely was now. Ropes straggled down from various points about the ship in thousands of knots and tangles. The sails dripped miserably, the wind spraying droplets from the edges as it attempted to lift the sodden material. Jack gave a weary sigh already imagining the time and money it was going to cost to get his beloved ship back into condition.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY THANKS TO 'Kimmie' FOR REVIEWING AND ALL I CAN DO IS APOLOGISE FOR WHAT IS TO COME...
MANY THANKS TO MY BETA 'Grace'
NEXT UPDATE: 14th 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 15 – I’ll Show You Bad Luck
“All right, that is it! If you two cannot decide on who is Captain then I’ll be taking control of this ship.” Oria shouted growing increasingly annoyed at the lack of co-operation. Time was not in their favour. They needed to get out of this hell hole. Jack and Barbossa stared at her dumbly having forgotten her presence.
“Captain, it’s frightful…” Gibbs began to address Jack only to be cut off by Oria rounding on him.
“If you are even thinking of entertaining the idea of claiming that it is bad luck to have a woman captain a ship then I can assure that it WILL be bad luck for you.” Oria snapped as Gibbs quickly silenced himself knowing that she would definitely follow through with her threat if he finished the sentence. “Thank you,” She turned back to the two Captains. “Now, have you two decided who is going to be Captain or do I have to decide for you?”
“No. Let Captain Jack Sparrow continue his hapless reign.” Barbossa announced with a broad smile. Jack grinned briefly and pointed to the map.
“Captain should keep that safe as well don’t you think?” Jack persuaded while holding his hand out for it. Barbossa paused thoughtfully, his eyes trailing from the map to Jack before resting on Tia. The female gave a faint nod and Barbossa held it out to Jack. The Captain attempted to pull it into his grasp only to find it still stuck to Barbossa’s palm.
“You can look after it for me in exchange for my safe passage. Do we have an accord?” Barbossa queried with a cruel smirk.
Jack began to formulate an angered response only to catch Oria’s warning glare. The retort died instantly on his lips and he nodded with a faint smile. “We have an accord.” Jack stumbled back a step as Barbossa let go of the other end of the map with a beaming leer.
With a frustrated sigh Jack folded the bamboo sheet up once more before reopening it a second later and pouring desperately over the turning rings. His fingers tickling over them, realigning line with ebony line as he attempted to decipher a message from the various scrawls. Giving up once more the pirate tucked the map into his belt tightly and strode over to where Oria was stood. She was watching the sun beginning to set, cascading golden rays and crimson streaks into the darkening blue of the sky. Dutifully she was ignoring the pounding of her heart as it threatened to break free from her chest. With sun set came Jones and with Jones came an unknown scenario. Oria refused to think of what consequence the Captain would conjure upon finding Jack here and with her aboard.
Jack leaned on the banister next to her, distracted momentarily by the myriad of colours. In this half-light it was hard to tell where the sea ended and the sky began. They blended so beautifully into one another, a kimono silk with watercolour perfection. Jack frowned pulling the map back out of his belt and spreading it on the banister. His eyes trailed over the centre image and it snapped into clarity as he turned it slowly. “We need to turn the ship over.” He whispered to himself.
“What?” Oria questioned momentarily distracted from her thoughts by Jacks soft voice. Glancing down at the map as Jack turned the centre dial once more to show her what he meant. “By the Gods Jack, I think you might be right.” Oria announced in disbelief watching as he continued to twist the ship around on the map. “Only problem is how do we convince the crew that you want the ship upside down to be the right way up. Then how do we get the ship upside down.” She pondered over the new angle of the puzzle as Jack folded the map back up and stuffed it into his belt once more.
“That’s the simple part love.” He jovially proclaimed and leaned over the banister enthusiastically. “What is that!” He shouted loudly, drawing the crew’s attention. “I’m not sure Jack. Hmmm, it certainly is interesting.” Jack continued regardless of the now worried stares he was attracting. Gibbs and a couple of the crew dawdled over curiously. The second they were alongside him Jack turned on his heel and with a cry ran over to the other side of the ship.
“Look! There it is again!” He shouted with worrying enthusiasm as he began to get into the role. “What could it be?” More of the crew jogged towards him and the second they stepped alongside him Jack charged back over to the other side.
“You’re insane.” Oria announced as he stumbled up to her with a grin.
“Ah but insanity will take us back home to the land of the supposedly sane.” He whispered to her conspiratorially. “Look!” He shouted once again as more of the crew joined him in traipsing from one side of the ship to the other. The ship began to list as Jack led the crew on a jig from one railing to the other. Barbossa watched silently as the crew followed their Captain as meekly as lambs. His eyes were drawn to a cannon ball that began to also travel with them as the listing of the ship became more drastic.
“He’s trying to rock the ship?” Barbossa whispered in confusion pausing for a few seconds before he remembered the three words Tia had whispered to him. “Up is down. Heathen gods alive he’s solved it.” Barbossa strode down to the main deck and began to un-strap the cannons shouting at the rest of the crew to do so also. With the weight of the cannons it didn’t take long for the ship to rock itself into a watery grave. The crew desperately grasping hold of anything that would survive the submersion, the majority holding on to the banister as the ship rolled over.
Jack grasped Oria and pinned her against him. He hadn’t come all this way and submerged his ship twice to have to do it all over again. Icy water encased them sharply as the ship floated belly up on the ocean. Silently they stayed there, dangling from the banisters as if they were nothing more than enlarged seaweed swaying with the currents. What felt like hours passed slowly as the water sluggishly caressed them. Jack glanced down as a distant rushing erupted in his ears. His eyes widened as the water rushed towards them in a way that water shouldn’t. Releasing one hand’s grip he wrapped it about Oria tightly feeling her own arm grip about his shoulders.
Seconds later spray and white horses leapt about them in frightful waves as the ship righted itself into the ocean of the true world. Everyone releasing their grip simultaneously to stop from being swept over the side as the waters tugged at them. Steadily the ocean drained off the deck and back into the sea where it belonged. Jack spluttered upright tugging his bandana up and out of his eyes allowing him to glance about the ship worriedly. Oria was led next to him half-laughing with relief as she gasped for breath.
“You know, it might have been simpler and a lot less messy if I’d come back with Davy Jones.” She announced, brushing the salty water from her eyes and lips. Jack grinned at her as she sat up and squeezed the water from her hair.
“Aye, there’d be a lot less water on both accounts.” Jack joked wringing several rivers from his own dreadlocks and glancing around the ship. If the Pearl hadn’t been a mess before it most definitely was now. Ropes straggled down from various points about the ship in thousands of knots and tangles. The sails dripped miserably, the wind spraying droplets from the edges as it attempted to lift the sodden material. Jack gave a weary sigh already imagining the time and money it was going to cost to get his beloved ship back into condition.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY THANKS TO 'Kimmie' FOR REVIEWING AND ALL I CAN DO IS APOLOGISE FOR WHAT IS TO COME...
MANY THANKS TO MY BETA 'Grace'
NEXT UPDATE: 14th SEPTEMBER