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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
1,960
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 19 - Coping
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.
WARNINGS: SELF-HARMING
Chapter 19 - Coping
“You really want me to tell you? You actually need it explaining?” Her voice was a deadly whisper as she stood facing him.
“Humour me.” Jack stated folding his arms beginning to feel uncomfortable with just how angry she was, he was still well aware that she was capable of killing him at the slightest whim. Oria glared at him angrily.
“I have the knowledge that I can not die, that I must watch people I know, like, love fade away either from the wastes of time or disease. Knowing I can never join them, knowing I am damned to watch civilisations themselves grow, mature and die. Knowing that if I have children I will have to watch them grow old and die and I will still be in perfect health.” She glared at him as he headed for the door no longer able to face her, “I will have to waste away time on my own because that is the path that I alone am resigned to. No one else walks it.”
“That shouldn’t bother you. You only betray people anyway even those who love and care for you. You can’t love or care for anyone, I was wrong… you’re lost to your own world. There’s no room in it for me or for us.” He turned away and slammed the door open before storming out.
Oria let her eyes slip closed and consoled herself that it was for the best, she needed him to hate her so she could hate him. She needed to hate him to do what she had to do and there was no question about whether or not she should do it.
She couldn’t bring herself to leave to the now silent cabin, couldn’t bring herself to take down the hammock and tie it up in the crew’s quarters. She would do it tonight; Jack wouldn’t be back for at least a day so she had all the time she needed to gather herself… it would not be enough… it would never be enough, “The pain is good, it means your doing what you must, pull yourself together. You’ve done this before just pull yourself together, the only difference this time will be the outcome.” She whispered under her breath before steeling herself and leaving the cabin, she had to finish this plan or the whole argument would be pointless.
:/
As midnight fell Oria sank down in the sand and gazed out over the ocean, the plan was set all ready for motion, the final bread crumb in place and waiting for Jack to pick it up. A rum bottle rested in her hand, she was ready to try and get drunk again. She needed something, anything to remove this pain, this torture that she was putting herself through and the knowledge of the torture she must inflict on Jack. Although at this precise moment in time she was eased slightly with the guilt of that by his little fling with Anna-Maria.
Studying the bottle she knew it would do her no good, it would provide no relief, she was drowning in herself, drowning in her own plans and that could not be drowned in real liquid. Pulling the cork out she watched the rum ripple down into the sand and curdle with it making a lumpy paste.
Slowly she drew a dagger out and studied its edge, how many lives had been ended by this, by her. She didn’t care to think about it, all those souls she had tricked and betrayed and she’d enjoyed doing it, she didn’t deserve relief from this torture, didn’t deserve redemption. Twisting the blade around in her fingers she pressed it to her arm and watched as the skin parted beneath the pressure. Rivulets of crimson poured over her arm and dripped into the sand. She watched it in silence as drops slowed and eventually finished, she drew it across again and watched the same rivers run down in different patterns.
After several more minutes she felt not better but eased in her turbulence, she had control over that at least even if the rest of her world was well out of her control. Her eyes trailed down to the now red sand and she ran her fingers through it wistfully before her eyes rested on her arm. There were deep red grooves where the knife had parted her skin and they were clearly visible. She couldn’t let anyone know and she quickly tugged her sleeve down fastening the links at her wrist quickly. Slowly she made her way back to the Pearl.
:/
Jack glanced down at the rum swirling it slowly in the bottom of the bottle before taking another hearty swig. He regretted what he had said but he knew deep down he did think that. He knew it would have come out eventually and he knew that she would leave him for a younger man when he could no longer keep her pace. After all she had never declared love for him, never said any endearments along those lines. For all he knew she was just playing along with his mind.
He slammed the bottle down and cursed as it shattered in his hand scratching deep grooves in his palm. He glanced down at the blood, he needed answers, he needed the truth and she would give it to him… she owed him that much at least. He wouldn’t be played with any more, it wasn’t fair. Dragging his jacket about his shoulders he headed for the Pearl.
:/
Oria glanced back as the door slammed open and finished folding her hammock before speaking, “Didn’t think you’d be back till tomorrow nightfall or dawn.” Jack grasped her arms tightly and spun her round to face him pinning her to the wall with all of his strength. She winced as his grasp tightened painfully, “Let go.”
“No, not till you answer a few questions.” Oria pushed him gently but he wouldn’t relent.
“You’re drunk this is not the time to talk.” His grip tightened and he turned around pushing her back further into the room violently. She stumbled against the desk banging the backs of her thighs against it harshly as she scrabbled for a grasp to stop herself from sliding to the floor. Oria stared at him from the desk, she had not believed him to be violent even when drunk but this was definitely the dark side of the Sparrow and he was very, very annoyed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
SAID IT WAS GOING TO GET DARK LOL
TO Michelle YOU BROUGHT A VERY, VERY BIG SMILE TO MY FACE, I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING IT! AND YEAH ORIA'S PURE EVIL BUT BY THE GOD'S I ADORE HER AS WELL!
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.
WARNINGS: SELF-HARMING
Chapter 19 - Coping
“You really want me to tell you? You actually need it explaining?” Her voice was a deadly whisper as she stood facing him.
“Humour me.” Jack stated folding his arms beginning to feel uncomfortable with just how angry she was, he was still well aware that she was capable of killing him at the slightest whim. Oria glared at him angrily.
“I have the knowledge that I can not die, that I must watch people I know, like, love fade away either from the wastes of time or disease. Knowing I can never join them, knowing I am damned to watch civilisations themselves grow, mature and die. Knowing that if I have children I will have to watch them grow old and die and I will still be in perfect health.” She glared at him as he headed for the door no longer able to face her, “I will have to waste away time on my own because that is the path that I alone am resigned to. No one else walks it.”
“That shouldn’t bother you. You only betray people anyway even those who love and care for you. You can’t love or care for anyone, I was wrong… you’re lost to your own world. There’s no room in it for me or for us.” He turned away and slammed the door open before storming out.
Oria let her eyes slip closed and consoled herself that it was for the best, she needed him to hate her so she could hate him. She needed to hate him to do what she had to do and there was no question about whether or not she should do it.
She couldn’t bring herself to leave to the now silent cabin, couldn’t bring herself to take down the hammock and tie it up in the crew’s quarters. She would do it tonight; Jack wouldn’t be back for at least a day so she had all the time she needed to gather herself… it would not be enough… it would never be enough, “The pain is good, it means your doing what you must, pull yourself together. You’ve done this before just pull yourself together, the only difference this time will be the outcome.” She whispered under her breath before steeling herself and leaving the cabin, she had to finish this plan or the whole argument would be pointless.
:/
As midnight fell Oria sank down in the sand and gazed out over the ocean, the plan was set all ready for motion, the final bread crumb in place and waiting for Jack to pick it up. A rum bottle rested in her hand, she was ready to try and get drunk again. She needed something, anything to remove this pain, this torture that she was putting herself through and the knowledge of the torture she must inflict on Jack. Although at this precise moment in time she was eased slightly with the guilt of that by his little fling with Anna-Maria.
Studying the bottle she knew it would do her no good, it would provide no relief, she was drowning in herself, drowning in her own plans and that could not be drowned in real liquid. Pulling the cork out she watched the rum ripple down into the sand and curdle with it making a lumpy paste.
Slowly she drew a dagger out and studied its edge, how many lives had been ended by this, by her. She didn’t care to think about it, all those souls she had tricked and betrayed and she’d enjoyed doing it, she didn’t deserve relief from this torture, didn’t deserve redemption. Twisting the blade around in her fingers she pressed it to her arm and watched as the skin parted beneath the pressure. Rivulets of crimson poured over her arm and dripped into the sand. She watched it in silence as drops slowed and eventually finished, she drew it across again and watched the same rivers run down in different patterns.
After several more minutes she felt not better but eased in her turbulence, she had control over that at least even if the rest of her world was well out of her control. Her eyes trailed down to the now red sand and she ran her fingers through it wistfully before her eyes rested on her arm. There were deep red grooves where the knife had parted her skin and they were clearly visible. She couldn’t let anyone know and she quickly tugged her sleeve down fastening the links at her wrist quickly. Slowly she made her way back to the Pearl.
:/
Jack glanced down at the rum swirling it slowly in the bottom of the bottle before taking another hearty swig. He regretted what he had said but he knew deep down he did think that. He knew it would have come out eventually and he knew that she would leave him for a younger man when he could no longer keep her pace. After all she had never declared love for him, never said any endearments along those lines. For all he knew she was just playing along with his mind.
He slammed the bottle down and cursed as it shattered in his hand scratching deep grooves in his palm. He glanced down at the blood, he needed answers, he needed the truth and she would give it to him… she owed him that much at least. He wouldn’t be played with any more, it wasn’t fair. Dragging his jacket about his shoulders he headed for the Pearl.
:/
Oria glanced back as the door slammed open and finished folding her hammock before speaking, “Didn’t think you’d be back till tomorrow nightfall or dawn.” Jack grasped her arms tightly and spun her round to face him pinning her to the wall with all of his strength. She winced as his grasp tightened painfully, “Let go.”
“No, not till you answer a few questions.” Oria pushed him gently but he wouldn’t relent.
“You’re drunk this is not the time to talk.” His grip tightened and he turned around pushing her back further into the room violently. She stumbled against the desk banging the backs of her thighs against it harshly as she scrabbled for a grasp to stop herself from sliding to the floor. Oria stared at him from the desk, she had not believed him to be violent even when drunk but this was definitely the dark side of the Sparrow and he was very, very annoyed.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
SAID IT WAS GOING TO GET DARK LOL
TO Michelle YOU BROUGHT A VERY, VERY BIG SMILE TO MY FACE, I'M SO GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING IT! AND YEAH ORIA'S PURE EVIL BUT BY THE GOD'S I ADORE HER AS WELL!