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Adult ++
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29
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Chapter 17 - Twist Of Events
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.
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!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 17 - Twist Of Events
Jacks’ passion was impossible to restrain as he pushed her backwards insistently, he had been waiting for so long for this moment and now it was here so many ideas were whirling through his mind. The heat her brief touches left were intoxicating, the slightest brush of his cheek, a graze over his arms still firmly clamped about her to ensure she didn’t try to escape again, the brush of her leg against his, even through material it burned like the brush of a devil fresh from hell.
Thrilling and terrifying at the same instant, he felt the loss of control, she was dominating him subtly, keeping him under control, he wasn’t going to have that. His hands left her waist and ran down her arms grasping the wrists firmly he pushed her back into the wall breaking the kiss they had been fighting for dominance over. Her eyes met his and a fire burned in them setting his soul alight, he fought back for control over himself.
“You are not going to dominate this, I want you but I want you my way.” Oria smirked and tugged her wrists slightly, his grip held firm. That look, this was going to be one hell of a battle for dominance, a battle he would come out the victor of, he was determined. Jack attacked her throat as he had the previous morning on the deck, she swallowed nervously, she wasn’t ready to submit but she had given away a slight weakness on her part.
Oria could feel his smile of success against her collarbone as he nipped playfully at it, it over-ran all but one of her senses and her eyes shot open. She tugged more insistently against his grasp.
“Jack… Jack!” He ignored her sure it was another trick, “Jack, I can hear cannons.” He paused and listened carefully, the ship rocked suddenly, they stumbled, Oria falling into him as the ship rolled violently. One arm automatically wrapped itself about her waist, keeping her upright before she stumbled past him while the other grasped a hook on the wall, to stop them both from ending up sprawled on the floor. The echo of splintering wood echoed up.
“Oh for Christ’s sake!” Oria dodged out of his grasp and fastened her belt about her hips tossing his own to him. He caught it with a glare, “This is getting ridiculous, every spare second, something bloody well happens.” She grinned over her shoulder and tossed the door open; men were shouting on the deck and preparing the cannons. Jack stepped out of the cabin with a distinctly displeased look on his face, “Who the bloody hell is attacking us?” Bootstrap pointed into the distance from the helm.
“HMS ship, looks like a scout ship, not quite sure why it’s attacking us, it’s no match.” Oria jogged up to the helm and froze.
“But that is.” Jack ran up behind her and his jaw dropped, two Man ‘O’ Wars and a transport were floating up quietly behind them.
“Oh bugger. Get us out of range, retreat!” Oria grasped his arm before he could run down the steps.
“Club haul on the starboard side, we rake their front without them even realizing we can aim.” Bootstrap shook his head.
“Would leave us an open target, we’d have no choice but to fight, the Pearl’s good, but she ain’t that good.” Oria glanced at Jack; he was contemplating the idea.
“If we don’t do something they’ll be after us till the ends of the earth. Drop the starboard anchor and prepare all cannons to fire, full sweep.” Oria smiled, Jack winked at her and ran down the steps to chivvy the crew along.
“Get lively you fools, don’t have time to be dill-dallying, I gave an order!” They jumped into action and began to prepare all of the cannons, “Drop the anchor now!” A crew man released the lock and the chain rattled down into the ocean, the weight of the anchor locking onto an underwater obstacle. The ship reared out of the waves and flipped around in a wide arc.
“FIRE!!” Every single cannon on the Pearl went off simultaneously and were re-filled instantly with a second load, Oria watched as five out of the eight cannons found their marks in the hulls of the attacking HMS convoy. Bootstrap stared as one began to plunge beneath the waves, its’ hull breached dramatically in the centre plank, the crew began to cheer as they watched the red coats dive overboard and attempt to swim away.
The transport began to tilt to the port side, as it began to take on water, the third continued, its’ own hull having only been grazed by a pair of cannon balls. Jack stared in disbelief, “Well I didn’t expect it to be that successful. Glad we’ve got you onboard Oria.”
She smirked down at him proudly, by the time the third HMS ship had turned to rake their port side the Pearl was ready to reply with her own. Slowly the two ships brushed against each other and boarding ropes and planks were tossed over the breach, pirates and red coats clashed violently on the decks of both. Oria drew one of her cutlasses and headed into the fray, desperate to wear off the excess energy the previous encounter with Jack had left in her system.
Her blade collided with the fleshy arm of a large man, he growled angrily and slammed the back of his hand against her jaw, she rolled under his arm feeling the sting of an open gash from one of his rings on her cheekbone. The man followed her with his eyes as she slowly circled him; somehow they managed to get themselves separated from the pack of fighters.
Oria ducked, rolled under his lunge and brought her blade up to slice his under-arm; he howled in pain and dropped the sword with a cry. Rising smoothly behind him she sliced across his throat, he fell gargling to the deck. The cold kiss of a double barrel graced her neck, she glanced sideways, the man narrowed his eyes and primed the hammers, a cutlass slashed through his wrist and the pistol fell to the deck. Jack stepped between them and kicked the man backwards into the ocean, he grinned triumphantly at her.
“No one threatens my…” He ducked as he recognized the look in Oria’s eyes as she drew her pistol and fired over his bent frame, he glanced sideways, a red coat fell backwards, his cutlass still raised.
“Likewise.” He stared dumb-founded as she jogged away back into the melee without a backwards glance. Ten minutes later the remaining red coats were bound to the mast of their own ship, a triumphant pirate crew surrounding them and jeering loudly. Jack stepped forwards.
“Now then, since you’re tied up there and have no real choice but to stand and listen I suggest you do just that. I will spare your lives so that you can go and tell of your miserable defeat at the hands of the crew of the Black Pearl.” The pirates cheered and clanked together several mugs of rum which they had ‘rescued’ from the confines of the HMS barrels, Jack grinned, “We however, are going to sail away scot-free and with all your rum, weapons and basically anything worth anything.”
The crew chuckled and crooned at the trapped men and began to drift back over to the Pearl. Oria stood still staring at one man, slowly she turned away, without warning she drew a dagger and threw it into his heart, “Go tell him, I’m doing just fine.” Jack watched as the man exploded into fish guts, the rest of the crew descended into panic at the sight of one of their own exploding. She strode back over to the Pearl and began to help the crew remove the binding ropes; Jack stared for a few more seconds before shrugging and walking serenely back over. He paused next to Oria.
“How did you know?” She met his gaze quietly.
“You get a sixth sense when you’ve been on his ship for so long. Besides, how many men do you know with seaweed in their hair? Which reminds me, we need to update your look again, they weren’t nearly impressed enough.” Her palm opened revealing several buttons and beads which she had snatched from their jackets and pockets, “Oh, and this.” She turned around and looked behind a barrel before pulling out a reasonably new brown leather hat, Jack took it from her and turned it over, on closer inspection it was new, just a bit battered, “No Captain should be without a tri-corner.” He grinned and placed it on his head, it fitted well. Oria adjusted it, before her eyes slipped to his, her lips brushed his gently, fleetingly, “Let’s see how good your patience is.” He glared at her.
“Can you not just take my word for it?” She shook her head slowly.
“I want proof.” Oria turned away and jogged up to the helm, Jack groaned, she was going to be his death, he was sure of it, if she didn’t kill him with her blade or pistol he would die of longing and lust.
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.
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!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 17 - Twist Of Events
Jacks’ passion was impossible to restrain as he pushed her backwards insistently, he had been waiting for so long for this moment and now it was here so many ideas were whirling through his mind. The heat her brief touches left were intoxicating, the slightest brush of his cheek, a graze over his arms still firmly clamped about her to ensure she didn’t try to escape again, the brush of her leg against his, even through material it burned like the brush of a devil fresh from hell.
Thrilling and terrifying at the same instant, he felt the loss of control, she was dominating him subtly, keeping him under control, he wasn’t going to have that. His hands left her waist and ran down her arms grasping the wrists firmly he pushed her back into the wall breaking the kiss they had been fighting for dominance over. Her eyes met his and a fire burned in them setting his soul alight, he fought back for control over himself.
“You are not going to dominate this, I want you but I want you my way.” Oria smirked and tugged her wrists slightly, his grip held firm. That look, this was going to be one hell of a battle for dominance, a battle he would come out the victor of, he was determined. Jack attacked her throat as he had the previous morning on the deck, she swallowed nervously, she wasn’t ready to submit but she had given away a slight weakness on her part.
Oria could feel his smile of success against her collarbone as he nipped playfully at it, it over-ran all but one of her senses and her eyes shot open. She tugged more insistently against his grasp.
“Jack… Jack!” He ignored her sure it was another trick, “Jack, I can hear cannons.” He paused and listened carefully, the ship rocked suddenly, they stumbled, Oria falling into him as the ship rolled violently. One arm automatically wrapped itself about her waist, keeping her upright before she stumbled past him while the other grasped a hook on the wall, to stop them both from ending up sprawled on the floor. The echo of splintering wood echoed up.
“Oh for Christ’s sake!” Oria dodged out of his grasp and fastened her belt about her hips tossing his own to him. He caught it with a glare, “This is getting ridiculous, every spare second, something bloody well happens.” She grinned over her shoulder and tossed the door open; men were shouting on the deck and preparing the cannons. Jack stepped out of the cabin with a distinctly displeased look on his face, “Who the bloody hell is attacking us?” Bootstrap pointed into the distance from the helm.
“HMS ship, looks like a scout ship, not quite sure why it’s attacking us, it’s no match.” Oria jogged up to the helm and froze.
“But that is.” Jack ran up behind her and his jaw dropped, two Man ‘O’ Wars and a transport were floating up quietly behind them.
“Oh bugger. Get us out of range, retreat!” Oria grasped his arm before he could run down the steps.
“Club haul on the starboard side, we rake their front without them even realizing we can aim.” Bootstrap shook his head.
“Would leave us an open target, we’d have no choice but to fight, the Pearl’s good, but she ain’t that good.” Oria glanced at Jack; he was contemplating the idea.
“If we don’t do something they’ll be after us till the ends of the earth. Drop the starboard anchor and prepare all cannons to fire, full sweep.” Oria smiled, Jack winked at her and ran down the steps to chivvy the crew along.
“Get lively you fools, don’t have time to be dill-dallying, I gave an order!” They jumped into action and began to prepare all of the cannons, “Drop the anchor now!” A crew man released the lock and the chain rattled down into the ocean, the weight of the anchor locking onto an underwater obstacle. The ship reared out of the waves and flipped around in a wide arc.
“FIRE!!” Every single cannon on the Pearl went off simultaneously and were re-filled instantly with a second load, Oria watched as five out of the eight cannons found their marks in the hulls of the attacking HMS convoy. Bootstrap stared as one began to plunge beneath the waves, its’ hull breached dramatically in the centre plank, the crew began to cheer as they watched the red coats dive overboard and attempt to swim away.
The transport began to tilt to the port side, as it began to take on water, the third continued, its’ own hull having only been grazed by a pair of cannon balls. Jack stared in disbelief, “Well I didn’t expect it to be that successful. Glad we’ve got you onboard Oria.”
She smirked down at him proudly, by the time the third HMS ship had turned to rake their port side the Pearl was ready to reply with her own. Slowly the two ships brushed against each other and boarding ropes and planks were tossed over the breach, pirates and red coats clashed violently on the decks of both. Oria drew one of her cutlasses and headed into the fray, desperate to wear off the excess energy the previous encounter with Jack had left in her system.
Her blade collided with the fleshy arm of a large man, he growled angrily and slammed the back of his hand against her jaw, she rolled under his arm feeling the sting of an open gash from one of his rings on her cheekbone. The man followed her with his eyes as she slowly circled him; somehow they managed to get themselves separated from the pack of fighters.
Oria ducked, rolled under his lunge and brought her blade up to slice his under-arm; he howled in pain and dropped the sword with a cry. Rising smoothly behind him she sliced across his throat, he fell gargling to the deck. The cold kiss of a double barrel graced her neck, she glanced sideways, the man narrowed his eyes and primed the hammers, a cutlass slashed through his wrist and the pistol fell to the deck. Jack stepped between them and kicked the man backwards into the ocean, he grinned triumphantly at her.
“No one threatens my…” He ducked as he recognized the look in Oria’s eyes as she drew her pistol and fired over his bent frame, he glanced sideways, a red coat fell backwards, his cutlass still raised.
“Likewise.” He stared dumb-founded as she jogged away back into the melee without a backwards glance. Ten minutes later the remaining red coats were bound to the mast of their own ship, a triumphant pirate crew surrounding them and jeering loudly. Jack stepped forwards.
“Now then, since you’re tied up there and have no real choice but to stand and listen I suggest you do just that. I will spare your lives so that you can go and tell of your miserable defeat at the hands of the crew of the Black Pearl.” The pirates cheered and clanked together several mugs of rum which they had ‘rescued’ from the confines of the HMS barrels, Jack grinned, “We however, are going to sail away scot-free and with all your rum, weapons and basically anything worth anything.”
The crew chuckled and crooned at the trapped men and began to drift back over to the Pearl. Oria stood still staring at one man, slowly she turned away, without warning she drew a dagger and threw it into his heart, “Go tell him, I’m doing just fine.” Jack watched as the man exploded into fish guts, the rest of the crew descended into panic at the sight of one of their own exploding. She strode back over to the Pearl and began to help the crew remove the binding ropes; Jack stared for a few more seconds before shrugging and walking serenely back over. He paused next to Oria.
“How did you know?” She met his gaze quietly.
“You get a sixth sense when you’ve been on his ship for so long. Besides, how many men do you know with seaweed in their hair? Which reminds me, we need to update your look again, they weren’t nearly impressed enough.” Her palm opened revealing several buttons and beads which she had snatched from their jackets and pockets, “Oh, and this.” She turned around and looked behind a barrel before pulling out a reasonably new brown leather hat, Jack took it from her and turned it over, on closer inspection it was new, just a bit battered, “No Captain should be without a tri-corner.” He grinned and placed it on his head, it fitted well. Oria adjusted it, before her eyes slipped to his, her lips brushed his gently, fleetingly, “Let’s see how good your patience is.” He glared at her.
“Can you not just take my word for it?” She shook her head slowly.
“I want proof.” Oria turned away and jogged up to the helm, Jack groaned, she was going to be his death, he was sure of it, if she didn’t kill him with her blade or pistol he would die of longing and lust.