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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
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1,958
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26
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Chapter 17 - Pain IS Good
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 17 – Pain IS Good
Will started as his shoulder was shaken vigorously, he rolled over on the plank and glared up at Oria. Three days in a boat sailing through rain had not been fun and definitely not inspiring. She smirked down at him as if knowing what was going through his mind, “Come on, we’re at Tortuga.” Blinking slightly in the dazzling sunlight he eased himself up and glared over the side at the smelly town, he could practically see the stench coming off it in waves. Port Royal might not have been exciting but at least it didn’t smell.
Oria dragged him up, “Come on lad, get some life into your bones. Dying is supposed to come when you’re dead!” Will clambered out of the boat at her insistence and fought to keep up with her ridiculously long stride. She paused and glanced at an old man before kneeling in front of him, “How’d you fancy that little boat old man? Say two pieces of gold and she’s all yours.” The man tossed two coins at her and charged towards the little boat at full tilt.
“I paid nearly five pieces for that!” Will spluttered indignantly, Oria merely rolled her eyes and tossed the coins at him.
“I got more than two coins.” She whispered as she lifted a small bag of gold from her sleeve with a sly grin. Will glared at her and jogged to catch up with her again.
“That’s stealing you know.” Oria laughed and glanced back at him before continuing to count out the gold in her palm.
“Really Will, would never have guessed.” He glared at her and kept her pace glancing out over the port curiously. A small grin broke on Oria’s face and she pointed towards the Black Pearl, “Well done, you’ve done a marvellous job of escorting me. Here have the coins and go buy yourself passage to Port Royal.” Will caught the tossed bag easily and kept following her.
“I’ll see if Jack won’t take me back. At least that’s free.” Oria chuckled and glanced back at him with a knowing grin.
“Pirate in your blood lad. Jack was right, you are obsessed with treasure.” She whispered mockingly knowing it would annoy him. He glared at her again and pushed past her on the boarding plank. Oria laughed and followed him up glancing about the deck not expecting to find anyone there. Heading for the cabin she paused as noises reached her. Will froze as well and glanced at her, she crept forwards and peered around the corner of the window suspiciously.
Her gaze hardened as she watched and drank in the scene unfolding through the swirled glass, it would help, she told herself, it doesn’t matter about the hurt, hurting is good. When she couldn’t take anymore she turned sharply on her heel and jogged back down to the dock and into Tortuga. Reminding herself with every step that the pain would help in the long run, it was necessary.
Will frowned at her swift departure and stepped forwards to look through the window, two bodies were on the bed one was clearly Jack from the red bandana. The other was a dark skinned person, he jumped backwards as Jack gave a shout, “Anna-Maria!” Will glanced back to where Oria had disappeared, he’d best go after her, no knowing what trouble she would get herself into.
:/
Oria drew her cutlass, the pimp hadn’t asked for it, he hadn’t been anywhere near her, but she was more than spoiling for a fight. There was too much going on in her head, she needed release badly. She watched as a group gathered and drew their cutlasses also, “Hope you don’t mind about the company lass.”
Oria shook her head, “The more the merrier.” The men chuckled and closed in as the leader and Oria began to circle. They exchanged a few parries before Oria launched into a vicious attack and killed the man within a second, he stumbled backwards blood pouring from his throat and chest. She glanced back at the men, “Well? Anyone else?” The men glanced at each other before one taller than the rest pushed a small rat like man forwards. He jumped forwards and slashed at her cheek, a dark red line appeared and poured crimson life down the soft flesh till it was lapped up by her shirt. The taller nodded to another man who approached Oria from behind, she was too distracted by the pitifully sobbing man at her feet as she sank her blade home in his spine to notice the approach of another.
The group watched with satisfaction as the hilt connected with her skull, she gave a cry and fell to her knees her balance gone awry although she didn’t fall unconscious as they had planned. She had regained enough strength to keep that. Her hands clamped over her ears as the ringing started and she could feel the blood pumping around her head unbearably loudly. She cursed loudly and stood up quickly even with her balance gone she could still wield a sword and wasn’t about to be taken down without a fight. After all she had brought this on herself so she would finish it, besides she still had far too much adrenaline in her system.
Jack broke through the restraining hands and leaped next to her. Oria didn’t even notice him too intent on drawing blood. She swung her sword blindly and felt it come into contact with something soft. A man gave a pained cry and she smiled satisfied as her sword came loose and the shifting shapes and multiple colours dashed away. She frowned as her balance finally gave in and fell backwards to sit in the mud with a groan, the sword dropped from her fingers and her hands fled to her head. Squeezing her eyes tightly closed to try and stop the whirling yet somehow this only managed to make it worse, “Oria?”
Slowly she opened her eyes and leapt backwards at how close Jack was leaning towards her. Her head banged against a wooden support a few centimetres behind where she landed and she grunted in pain as the dull throb turned back into sharp stabbing pains. Jack winced imagining the pain all too well as being something akin to his first rum hangover. At least Will had alerted him in time for them to get there before she had dug herself a hole.
Jack motioned for Will to get her other side as he slipped one arm under her shoulder and dragged her up. She swayed slightly and tried to brush them away feeling patronised and none too willing to accept help from Jack. Jack loosened his grip and let her take a few steps alone. She motioned for him to come back and he caught her just before she fell back to the floor, “Alright, so I need some help with the whole balance issue, not the first time and it won’t be the last.” Will stepped up and took her other arm about his shoulder. The second they were in the inn Jack pointed to a bench at the back and led the trio over to it, Oria sat on it quickly her hands holding her head above her lap.
“Gods, you have no idea how much this hurts.” Oria whispered as she ran her fingers soothingly over her temples. Jack smiled still unaware Oria had seen him with Anna-Maria and that the hurting wasn’t strictly aimed at her physical wounds.
“Best get some rum lad.” He tossed a coin to Will, who glanced down at it.
“Won’t that make it worse?” Jack didn’t even glance at him.
“It’ll kill the pain.” He shrugged and walked off to the bar as Jack knelt in front of her and watched, his face slightly lower than hers as he looked up. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly, she didn’t want to look at him yet. Will reappeared with the rum, Jack glanced about for a rag but there were none. Oria leant back swiftly and tore her shirt already knowing what had to be done and held it out to him, he smiled with an ‘ah!’ at the appearance of the rag. Will watched as he bathed it in rum and then sat alongside her on the bench.
“This is going to hurt, pet. It’s a bad wound.” Her eyes met his with a glimmer of ‘duh!’ written in them, she grasped the rag and slammed it to her cheek with a hiss of pain. Jack winced too in sympathy, “I could have been more gentle than that.” He whispered gently, she glared at him as she ran the cloth over her cheek.
“Aye, you’d have taken all bloody night.” The wound steadily stopped bleeding, Jack held out the bottle of rum, she took it and took a small swig of the brown liquid before passing it back with a wrinkled nose. She couldn’t lose herself in the liquor so what was the point in drinking it? Her eyes slid sideways to where Anna-Maria was lounging looking down into her mug as if it contained the whole world in its murky depths. She glanced across at Jack, he was already half way through the bottle and there was a crowd gathering around him ready for another rousing tale.
Easing herself away from him she slipped out of the inn and glanced about the street before heading towards the doctors. The plan was already formulating in her mind, it was already purring satisfied that it would remove the woman from the equation. She was a complication, an annoyance so she must be removed from the equation with as little fuss as possible. Oria rapped smartly on the door to the surgery, “Come in. Ah, Oria.”
:/
Sliding back in through the door she cast a quick glance around the room her eyes resting on Jack briefly, he was immersed in tales. Oria glanced towards the table where Anna-Maria was still lost in the clouds of her mind’s eye. Slowly she sidled over and smiled at a more than drunk man, he stumbled onto his feet and headed towards her. He tripped over the unlevelled floorings and brushed against her. Feigning a more drastic collision Oria slipped against Anna-Maria’s table knocking her drink to the ground with a clatter.
Looking around appalled Oria quickly pulled a few coins out of her pocket, “I’ll buy you a new one, I’m so sorry. Really I am.” Anna-Maria shook her head despondently.
“Just another rum.” Oria smirked as she turned away and paid for a second bottle, tugging the small sachet out of her pocket she tipped the contents down the throat of the bottle. Slowly the powdered herbs blended into the liquid and Oria handed it over with a faint apologetic smile, Anna-Maria didn’t even notice as she took an almost violent swig of the liquid.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY, MANY THANKS TO stipje YOUR REVIEW IS VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!! :D
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 17 – Pain IS Good
Will started as his shoulder was shaken vigorously, he rolled over on the plank and glared up at Oria. Three days in a boat sailing through rain had not been fun and definitely not inspiring. She smirked down at him as if knowing what was going through his mind, “Come on, we’re at Tortuga.” Blinking slightly in the dazzling sunlight he eased himself up and glared over the side at the smelly town, he could practically see the stench coming off it in waves. Port Royal might not have been exciting but at least it didn’t smell.
Oria dragged him up, “Come on lad, get some life into your bones. Dying is supposed to come when you’re dead!” Will clambered out of the boat at her insistence and fought to keep up with her ridiculously long stride. She paused and glanced at an old man before kneeling in front of him, “How’d you fancy that little boat old man? Say two pieces of gold and she’s all yours.” The man tossed two coins at her and charged towards the little boat at full tilt.
“I paid nearly five pieces for that!” Will spluttered indignantly, Oria merely rolled her eyes and tossed the coins at him.
“I got more than two coins.” She whispered as she lifted a small bag of gold from her sleeve with a sly grin. Will glared at her and jogged to catch up with her again.
“That’s stealing you know.” Oria laughed and glanced back at him before continuing to count out the gold in her palm.
“Really Will, would never have guessed.” He glared at her and kept her pace glancing out over the port curiously. A small grin broke on Oria’s face and she pointed towards the Black Pearl, “Well done, you’ve done a marvellous job of escorting me. Here have the coins and go buy yourself passage to Port Royal.” Will caught the tossed bag easily and kept following her.
“I’ll see if Jack won’t take me back. At least that’s free.” Oria chuckled and glanced back at him with a knowing grin.
“Pirate in your blood lad. Jack was right, you are obsessed with treasure.” She whispered mockingly knowing it would annoy him. He glared at her again and pushed past her on the boarding plank. Oria laughed and followed him up glancing about the deck not expecting to find anyone there. Heading for the cabin she paused as noises reached her. Will froze as well and glanced at her, she crept forwards and peered around the corner of the window suspiciously.
Her gaze hardened as she watched and drank in the scene unfolding through the swirled glass, it would help, she told herself, it doesn’t matter about the hurt, hurting is good. When she couldn’t take anymore she turned sharply on her heel and jogged back down to the dock and into Tortuga. Reminding herself with every step that the pain would help in the long run, it was necessary.
Will frowned at her swift departure and stepped forwards to look through the window, two bodies were on the bed one was clearly Jack from the red bandana. The other was a dark skinned person, he jumped backwards as Jack gave a shout, “Anna-Maria!” Will glanced back to where Oria had disappeared, he’d best go after her, no knowing what trouble she would get herself into.
:/
Oria drew her cutlass, the pimp hadn’t asked for it, he hadn’t been anywhere near her, but she was more than spoiling for a fight. There was too much going on in her head, she needed release badly. She watched as a group gathered and drew their cutlasses also, “Hope you don’t mind about the company lass.”
Oria shook her head, “The more the merrier.” The men chuckled and closed in as the leader and Oria began to circle. They exchanged a few parries before Oria launched into a vicious attack and killed the man within a second, he stumbled backwards blood pouring from his throat and chest. She glanced back at the men, “Well? Anyone else?” The men glanced at each other before one taller than the rest pushed a small rat like man forwards. He jumped forwards and slashed at her cheek, a dark red line appeared and poured crimson life down the soft flesh till it was lapped up by her shirt. The taller nodded to another man who approached Oria from behind, she was too distracted by the pitifully sobbing man at her feet as she sank her blade home in his spine to notice the approach of another.
The group watched with satisfaction as the hilt connected with her skull, she gave a cry and fell to her knees her balance gone awry although she didn’t fall unconscious as they had planned. She had regained enough strength to keep that. Her hands clamped over her ears as the ringing started and she could feel the blood pumping around her head unbearably loudly. She cursed loudly and stood up quickly even with her balance gone she could still wield a sword and wasn’t about to be taken down without a fight. After all she had brought this on herself so she would finish it, besides she still had far too much adrenaline in her system.
Jack broke through the restraining hands and leaped next to her. Oria didn’t even notice him too intent on drawing blood. She swung her sword blindly and felt it come into contact with something soft. A man gave a pained cry and she smiled satisfied as her sword came loose and the shifting shapes and multiple colours dashed away. She frowned as her balance finally gave in and fell backwards to sit in the mud with a groan, the sword dropped from her fingers and her hands fled to her head. Squeezing her eyes tightly closed to try and stop the whirling yet somehow this only managed to make it worse, “Oria?”
Slowly she opened her eyes and leapt backwards at how close Jack was leaning towards her. Her head banged against a wooden support a few centimetres behind where she landed and she grunted in pain as the dull throb turned back into sharp stabbing pains. Jack winced imagining the pain all too well as being something akin to his first rum hangover. At least Will had alerted him in time for them to get there before she had dug herself a hole.
Jack motioned for Will to get her other side as he slipped one arm under her shoulder and dragged her up. She swayed slightly and tried to brush them away feeling patronised and none too willing to accept help from Jack. Jack loosened his grip and let her take a few steps alone. She motioned for him to come back and he caught her just before she fell back to the floor, “Alright, so I need some help with the whole balance issue, not the first time and it won’t be the last.” Will stepped up and took her other arm about his shoulder. The second they were in the inn Jack pointed to a bench at the back and led the trio over to it, Oria sat on it quickly her hands holding her head above her lap.
“Gods, you have no idea how much this hurts.” Oria whispered as she ran her fingers soothingly over her temples. Jack smiled still unaware Oria had seen him with Anna-Maria and that the hurting wasn’t strictly aimed at her physical wounds.
“Best get some rum lad.” He tossed a coin to Will, who glanced down at it.
“Won’t that make it worse?” Jack didn’t even glance at him.
“It’ll kill the pain.” He shrugged and walked off to the bar as Jack knelt in front of her and watched, his face slightly lower than hers as he looked up. Her eyes were squeezed shut tightly, she didn’t want to look at him yet. Will reappeared with the rum, Jack glanced about for a rag but there were none. Oria leant back swiftly and tore her shirt already knowing what had to be done and held it out to him, he smiled with an ‘ah!’ at the appearance of the rag. Will watched as he bathed it in rum and then sat alongside her on the bench.
“This is going to hurt, pet. It’s a bad wound.” Her eyes met his with a glimmer of ‘duh!’ written in them, she grasped the rag and slammed it to her cheek with a hiss of pain. Jack winced too in sympathy, “I could have been more gentle than that.” He whispered gently, she glared at him as she ran the cloth over her cheek.
“Aye, you’d have taken all bloody night.” The wound steadily stopped bleeding, Jack held out the bottle of rum, she took it and took a small swig of the brown liquid before passing it back with a wrinkled nose. She couldn’t lose herself in the liquor so what was the point in drinking it? Her eyes slid sideways to where Anna-Maria was lounging looking down into her mug as if it contained the whole world in its murky depths. She glanced across at Jack, he was already half way through the bottle and there was a crowd gathering around him ready for another rousing tale.
Easing herself away from him she slipped out of the inn and glanced about the street before heading towards the doctors. The plan was already formulating in her mind, it was already purring satisfied that it would remove the woman from the equation. She was a complication, an annoyance so she must be removed from the equation with as little fuss as possible. Oria rapped smartly on the door to the surgery, “Come in. Ah, Oria.”
:/
Sliding back in through the door she cast a quick glance around the room her eyes resting on Jack briefly, he was immersed in tales. Oria glanced towards the table where Anna-Maria was still lost in the clouds of her mind’s eye. Slowly she sidled over and smiled at a more than drunk man, he stumbled onto his feet and headed towards her. He tripped over the unlevelled floorings and brushed against her. Feigning a more drastic collision Oria slipped against Anna-Maria’s table knocking her drink to the ground with a clatter.
Looking around appalled Oria quickly pulled a few coins out of her pocket, “I’ll buy you a new one, I’m so sorry. Really I am.” Anna-Maria shook her head despondently.
“Just another rum.” Oria smirked as she turned away and paid for a second bottle, tugging the small sachet out of her pocket she tipped the contents down the throat of the bottle. Slowly the powdered herbs blended into the liquid and Oria handed it over with a faint apologetic smile, Anna-Maria didn’t even notice as she took an almost violent swig of the liquid.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY, MANY THANKS TO stipje YOUR REVIEW IS VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH APPRECIATED!! :D