The Tolling of the Bell
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
2,124
Reviews:
22
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Chapter 18 - Decisions, Decisions
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 18 – Decisions, Decisions
Jack watched Oria curiously, his heart in his throat. “What is your decision?” Beckett repeated, all attention now resting solely on the young woman. Both men watched with baited breath as she balanced various plans and came to the same conclusion which was obviously unacceptable.
“I’ll come now, without any trouble, and you let the Pearl and everyone on it go.” Oria finalized as the muskets and flintlocks were lowered. Beckett smiled cruelly and held an arm out for her in a mockingly gentleman fashion. She stepped forward only to be tugged back by Jack, instantly every weapon was aimed at him.
“You were right, something did come up.” Oria snapped and tugged her arm free from his grasp. She began to turn away only for him to spin her back around and kiss her desperately before she pushed him aside once more. He watched desperately as she backed towards Beckett her eyes locked onto Jacks. She shook her head slightly as he stepped forwards to intercede.
Jack gritted his teeth and stood stationary as Oria left the Pearl and stepped onto the Endeavour. He was confused about that final look. There had been no malice in her eyes if anything she looked regretful, as if the episode with Elizabeth had never transpired. Jack stayed still watching silently as she was dragged into the Lord’s cabin and the Endeavour began to pull away. Departing from the Pearl and leaving her to sway quietly, dejected and alone on the ocean.
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Oria stumbled through the doorway and spun to face Beckett. “Well are you going to tell me what you want from me?” She snapped angrily. The man merely smiled and poured a drink for himself.
“All will become clear with time. I can assure you that you will not be disappointed with your choice to accompany me.” Beckett sipped at the drink and watched her curiously.
“It’s not like I had a choice though. Is it?” Oria accused folding her arms and tilting her chin. She didn’t like this man; she didn’t like his cocky attitude and self assured manner especially when he used it regarding her. What did he know that would give him this edge when she was present? He placed the glass on the desk and leaned back against the highly polished wood.
“No, I suppose you didn’t really.” He chuckled to himself and continued to watch her with an unnerving gaze. Oria shifted uncomfortably under the assessment and looked away casting her eyes around the room instead. “How is it that a little girl such as you can cause so much fear in the bravest of men’s hearts?” He whispered, her eyes snapped back to his as he stepped towards her. “You’re nothing but skin and bone. Perhaps it is only your name that is threatening. The De Monara’s, I know they were once powerful pirates. But what is so special about you to keep that legend so fresh in people’s minds and hearts?” Oria maintained her silence as he approached her. She waited and held his gaze.
The second he was within reach she drew a small dagger and pushed him back against a wall, pinning him with brute strength and the dagger to his throat. “I’m not special; I’m unique…” She frowned confused as he started to chuckle and a cold circle pressed to her stomach through the thin shirt. Oria glanced down between them; a slender pistol was pointed straight at her stomach. Slowly she lowered the dagger before taking a step away from him. Beckett stood straighter and corrected his cravat, clearing his throat and keeping her gaze.
“Your rooms are behind you; a side-room to my own to ensure that no-one interferes with you. You will be locked in there until we arrive in Port Royal. There is a maid to occupy you until we reach the Port and all is revealed. Only I have a key and I shall be visiting daily to ensure your continued presence. Jack Sparrow isn’t too far away for us to destroy him, his crew and his pathetic excuse for a ship so keep that in mind.” Beckett pointed behind her and Oria sighed before allowing herself to be pushed through the doorway. She gently placed the dagger on the edge of the broad desk as she passed.
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“That bloody man!” Jack swore and paced about the deck furiously while tugging at his beard. The crew watched him silently as he began to wear the planks away with his rapid pace. “I’ll kill him. If he lays even a finger on her…”
“Oh shut up. You’ve been whining on and on about it for the past hour.” Barbossa shouted and stepped into Jack’s pacing area. The pirate scowled at him for the interruption in his repetitive route.
“You shut up. I’m Captain and I’ll talk when I want to and say what I want to.” Jack quipped and stepped around him. Barbossa rolled his eyes and began to deliberately step into Jack’s path. The pirate scrabbled for his flintlock when Barbossa stood in his way for the fiftieth time.
“Jack, we should be getting to a port.” Will quickly interjected before shots could be fired and the pirate paused with the flintlock half cocked and aimed at Barbossa’s head. His eyes flickered between Will and Barbossa for several seconds.
“Aye, you’ll never get her back with this wrecked excuse of a boat.” Barbossa mocked casting a glance about the still waterlogged ship.
“Ship.” Jack corrected and sheathed the pistol. “Fine, get her ready to sail and we head for Tortuga.” He stormed up to the helm, squashing his still damp hat tighter onto his head and dutifully ignoring the drip that was insistently making its way down his nose.
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Oria stood in the doorway glancing about the room uncomfortably and rubbing one arm absently to soothe the nerves away. Her last means of defence or attack was sat on Beckett’s desk behind the locked door. “My name is Monifa.” The African woman whispered causing Oria’s attention to ricochet sharply towards her.
“Not so lucky for you huh?” The woman smiled faintly and folded her hands in her lap.
“You know the meaning of African names?” She queried, Oria nodded faintly her gaze once more assessing the room.
“A bit, I’m Oria.” She held a hand out to the woman who slowly took it and squeezed gently. Oria smiled faintly and headed over to the small window, crawling over the small bed to reach it. Scrambling onto her knees Oria pressed her palm against the latch and attempted to open it. The lock creaked and groaned in protest but didn’t give. “Let me guess, locked.”
“The door locks from the outside.” Monifa answered dejectedly. “Although I haven’t tried it recently,” Oria turned to face her.
“You gave up?” She queried. The woman turned her face away and stayed silent no matter what Oria asked, begged or demanded she would not open those lips to utter another word.
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 18 – Decisions, Decisions
Jack watched Oria curiously, his heart in his throat. “What is your decision?” Beckett repeated, all attention now resting solely on the young woman. Both men watched with baited breath as she balanced various plans and came to the same conclusion which was obviously unacceptable.
“I’ll come now, without any trouble, and you let the Pearl and everyone on it go.” Oria finalized as the muskets and flintlocks were lowered. Beckett smiled cruelly and held an arm out for her in a mockingly gentleman fashion. She stepped forward only to be tugged back by Jack, instantly every weapon was aimed at him.
“You were right, something did come up.” Oria snapped and tugged her arm free from his grasp. She began to turn away only for him to spin her back around and kiss her desperately before she pushed him aside once more. He watched desperately as she backed towards Beckett her eyes locked onto Jacks. She shook her head slightly as he stepped forwards to intercede.
Jack gritted his teeth and stood stationary as Oria left the Pearl and stepped onto the Endeavour. He was confused about that final look. There had been no malice in her eyes if anything she looked regretful, as if the episode with Elizabeth had never transpired. Jack stayed still watching silently as she was dragged into the Lord’s cabin and the Endeavour began to pull away. Departing from the Pearl and leaving her to sway quietly, dejected and alone on the ocean.
Oria stumbled through the doorway and spun to face Beckett. “Well are you going to tell me what you want from me?” She snapped angrily. The man merely smiled and poured a drink for himself.
“All will become clear with time. I can assure you that you will not be disappointed with your choice to accompany me.” Beckett sipped at the drink and watched her curiously.
“It’s not like I had a choice though. Is it?” Oria accused folding her arms and tilting her chin. She didn’t like this man; she didn’t like his cocky attitude and self assured manner especially when he used it regarding her. What did he know that would give him this edge when she was present? He placed the glass on the desk and leaned back against the highly polished wood.
“No, I suppose you didn’t really.” He chuckled to himself and continued to watch her with an unnerving gaze. Oria shifted uncomfortably under the assessment and looked away casting her eyes around the room instead. “How is it that a little girl such as you can cause so much fear in the bravest of men’s hearts?” He whispered, her eyes snapped back to his as he stepped towards her. “You’re nothing but skin and bone. Perhaps it is only your name that is threatening. The De Monara’s, I know they were once powerful pirates. But what is so special about you to keep that legend so fresh in people’s minds and hearts?” Oria maintained her silence as he approached her. She waited and held his gaze.
The second he was within reach she drew a small dagger and pushed him back against a wall, pinning him with brute strength and the dagger to his throat. “I’m not special; I’m unique…” She frowned confused as he started to chuckle and a cold circle pressed to her stomach through the thin shirt. Oria glanced down between them; a slender pistol was pointed straight at her stomach. Slowly she lowered the dagger before taking a step away from him. Beckett stood straighter and corrected his cravat, clearing his throat and keeping her gaze.
“Your rooms are behind you; a side-room to my own to ensure that no-one interferes with you. You will be locked in there until we arrive in Port Royal. There is a maid to occupy you until we reach the Port and all is revealed. Only I have a key and I shall be visiting daily to ensure your continued presence. Jack Sparrow isn’t too far away for us to destroy him, his crew and his pathetic excuse for a ship so keep that in mind.” Beckett pointed behind her and Oria sighed before allowing herself to be pushed through the doorway. She gently placed the dagger on the edge of the broad desk as she passed.
“That bloody man!” Jack swore and paced about the deck furiously while tugging at his beard. The crew watched him silently as he began to wear the planks away with his rapid pace. “I’ll kill him. If he lays even a finger on her…”
“Oh shut up. You’ve been whining on and on about it for the past hour.” Barbossa shouted and stepped into Jack’s pacing area. The pirate scowled at him for the interruption in his repetitive route.
“You shut up. I’m Captain and I’ll talk when I want to and say what I want to.” Jack quipped and stepped around him. Barbossa rolled his eyes and began to deliberately step into Jack’s path. The pirate scrabbled for his flintlock when Barbossa stood in his way for the fiftieth time.
“Jack, we should be getting to a port.” Will quickly interjected before shots could be fired and the pirate paused with the flintlock half cocked and aimed at Barbossa’s head. His eyes flickered between Will and Barbossa for several seconds.
“Aye, you’ll never get her back with this wrecked excuse of a boat.” Barbossa mocked casting a glance about the still waterlogged ship.
“Ship.” Jack corrected and sheathed the pistol. “Fine, get her ready to sail and we head for Tortuga.” He stormed up to the helm, squashing his still damp hat tighter onto his head and dutifully ignoring the drip that was insistently making its way down his nose.
Oria stood in the doorway glancing about the room uncomfortably and rubbing one arm absently to soothe the nerves away. Her last means of defence or attack was sat on Beckett’s desk behind the locked door. “My name is Monifa.” The African woman whispered causing Oria’s attention to ricochet sharply towards her.
“Not so lucky for you huh?” The woman smiled faintly and folded her hands in her lap.
“You know the meaning of African names?” She queried, Oria nodded faintly her gaze once more assessing the room.
“A bit, I’m Oria.” She held a hand out to the woman who slowly took it and squeezed gently. Oria smiled faintly and headed over to the small window, crawling over the small bed to reach it. Scrambling onto her knees Oria pressed her palm against the latch and attempted to open it. The lock creaked and groaned in protest but didn’t give. “Let me guess, locked.”
“The door locks from the outside.” Monifa answered dejectedly. “Although I haven’t tried it recently,” Oria turned to face her.
“You gave up?” She queried. The woman turned her face away and stayed silent no matter what Oria asked, begged or demanded she would not open those lips to utter another word.