The Tolling of the Bell
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
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2,125
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22
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Chapter 19 - All Your Fault
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 19 – All Your Fault
Elizabeth tucked a stray curl of hair behind her ear and hugged her leg tighter as she gazed out over the darkened ocean. The slightest breeze was tickling across her skin, enticing her hair to fall free from its bounds and to dance with it. “It was my fault wasn’t it. That she went.”
Jack stepped from behind her so that he could see her face. “She would have gone whether we had… or not. Oria’s like that, won’t risk harm to others on account of her misbehaviour or whatever.” Elizabeth’s gaze trailed to his as he avoided the forbidden ‘kiss’ word with a flutter of his fingers.
“You haven’t asked me why I did it.” Elizabeth whispered. Jack glanced at her and leaned back on the railing.
“Is there ever a reason for anything?” He studied his nails, lazily running the pad of his thumb over each before once more gracing her with that heated look.
“There was for me.” Elizabeth returned her eyes to the ocean uncomfortable with his dark eyes studying hers. She watched the line of the horizon glow golden as the sun finally sank into its watery bed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” She whispered and swallowed nervously. “I needed to know why.” Jack straightened slightly with a frown.
“So your whole stopping me from speaking and providing any possible explanation was to crush my lips.” Jack quipped pointedly. Elizabeth glared at him.
“What explanation could you have offered? That I was infatuated with you? Hardly, that would just have been your inflated self-esteem.” Elizabeth snapped and bounced down from her seat on the railing only for Jack to step up to her. His eyes holding her captive as he leaned closer and she backed up to the railing. Her fingers gripped the warm wood once more, a fearful sigh fluttering from her lips as he stepped threateningly closer.
“You are infatuated. Just not with me. You, Miss Elizabeth, are infatuated with freedom. All those constraints, to do something rash and unlike a Lady is what you crave. To do that with a pirate, well… you knew I wouldn’t refuse. Not above my scruples after all. Safest bet in the world in your case and for more than one reason. I’m just the scallywag who sleeps around and cares nothing for no one but me ship and onesie. What danger is there in it for you?” Jack stepped closer still till his face was millimetres from hers. His breath whispering over her skin like the waves had only hours before. Elizabeth gripped the wooden railing behind her tighter, momentarily afraid that he was going to do something. “If anyone asks why you just say because I wanted to and forced you, no dishonour in that is there. After all, being the Governor’s daughter who wouldn’t believe you over a pirate?” Jack turned and stormed away heading for his cabin.
“So what if it was? It still doesn’t mean anything to you.” Elizabeth shouted annoyed at his abrupt dismissal of her. Jack froze, spun on his heel and swayed back towards her with a dangerous glint to his normally quiet eyes.
“Oh on the contrary Miss Swann. It now means a lot to me.” He stopped in front of her, trailing his gaze over her once before meeting her eyes again. “See no matter what you believe this is your fault. If you hadn’t acted as a sweet little child then I would have had no fear of refusing you that one sordid little pleasure that you sought with which to comfort yourself. If you hadn’t been careless enough to do it where a certain someone could see, hear or whatever then we would never have spent several minutes floating and bouncing in and out of the ocean. If you hadn’t made it so that all attention was on us and our location in the ocean then the lad in the Crow’s Nest would not have been staring at your soaking and heaving bosom but on the horizon where it should have been. If you had not had a soaking and heaving bosom and the lad had been looking at the horizon then we would have had a lot longer to evade the bloody ship. The ship that right now is sailing away with the one thing that I want more than this very ship that you seem to think matters more to me than life itself.” Jack finished, his voice rising angrily till the end when he was all but shouting at her. His jaw gritted as he regarded her. “No matter how innocent you think yourself Miss Elizabeth you are wholly guilty for this entire bloody disaster.”
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Oria watched as the mirror shattered at her feet, the delicate frame snapping into several chunks. Monifa cringing in the corner and watching silently as the room was completely destroyed, not one millimetre of the furniture spared the pirates wrath. The door swung open and a heavily built man barged his way into the room grasping Oria’s arm before she even realised the door had opened. He tossed her against the wall like a doll before he pinned her to it. She gasped at the painful angle her elbow and shoulder were forced into as the man pushed the bones to breaking point against her back. Beckett stepped in and calmly surveyed the wreckage as if it was an exquisite portrait of himself.
“If this is supposed to intimidate me then I am afraid you are sorely mistaken.” He whispered into the silence. Only her harsh breath ripped into it as she winced at the pain shooting through her arm.
“I was bored.” Oria hissed glaring at him, her cheek crushed against the wall.
“Then I shall give you something to think about.” Beckett replied smoothly. “Take her up to the deck and tie her to the mast. Facing it obviously and don’t feel the need to do it gently.” The sailor pinning her nodded and dragged her through the doorway and up to the deck as Beckett glanced around the room once more. He smirked slightly, who’d have known the damage a lone woman could have caused in such a short space of time.
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“My fault? You call this mess my fault.” Elizabeth shouted as her anger and outrage rose to meet the pirates’.
“Yes Miss Swann, this is your fault.” Jack screamed back in equal annoyance. There was no one else on deck to intercede leaving the pair the freedom of the world in which to argue. “As I said before this is entirely your mess that I now have to clean up.”
“What about Will?” She lowered her voice slightly as it shook.
“Well you should have thought about that before shouldn’t ya?” Jack sniped back cruelly. Elizabeth stormed away and jogged down into the hold without a backwards glance. Jack watched her retreat silently, his eyes boring into her back.
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 19 – All Your Fault
Elizabeth tucked a stray curl of hair behind her ear and hugged her leg tighter as she gazed out over the darkened ocean. The slightest breeze was tickling across her skin, enticing her hair to fall free from its bounds and to dance with it. “It was my fault wasn’t it. That she went.”
Jack stepped from behind her so that he could see her face. “She would have gone whether we had… or not. Oria’s like that, won’t risk harm to others on account of her misbehaviour or whatever.” Elizabeth’s gaze trailed to his as he avoided the forbidden ‘kiss’ word with a flutter of his fingers.
“You haven’t asked me why I did it.” Elizabeth whispered. Jack glanced at her and leaned back on the railing.
“Is there ever a reason for anything?” He studied his nails, lazily running the pad of his thumb over each before once more gracing her with that heated look.
“There was for me.” Elizabeth returned her eyes to the ocean uncomfortable with his dark eyes studying hers. She watched the line of the horizon glow golden as the sun finally sank into its watery bed. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” She whispered and swallowed nervously. “I needed to know why.” Jack straightened slightly with a frown.
“So your whole stopping me from speaking and providing any possible explanation was to crush my lips.” Jack quipped pointedly. Elizabeth glared at him.
“What explanation could you have offered? That I was infatuated with you? Hardly, that would just have been your inflated self-esteem.” Elizabeth snapped and bounced down from her seat on the railing only for Jack to step up to her. His eyes holding her captive as he leaned closer and she backed up to the railing. Her fingers gripped the warm wood once more, a fearful sigh fluttering from her lips as he stepped threateningly closer.
“You are infatuated. Just not with me. You, Miss Elizabeth, are infatuated with freedom. All those constraints, to do something rash and unlike a Lady is what you crave. To do that with a pirate, well… you knew I wouldn’t refuse. Not above my scruples after all. Safest bet in the world in your case and for more than one reason. I’m just the scallywag who sleeps around and cares nothing for no one but me ship and onesie. What danger is there in it for you?” Jack stepped closer still till his face was millimetres from hers. His breath whispering over her skin like the waves had only hours before. Elizabeth gripped the wooden railing behind her tighter, momentarily afraid that he was going to do something. “If anyone asks why you just say because I wanted to and forced you, no dishonour in that is there. After all, being the Governor’s daughter who wouldn’t believe you over a pirate?” Jack turned and stormed away heading for his cabin.
“So what if it was? It still doesn’t mean anything to you.” Elizabeth shouted annoyed at his abrupt dismissal of her. Jack froze, spun on his heel and swayed back towards her with a dangerous glint to his normally quiet eyes.
“Oh on the contrary Miss Swann. It now means a lot to me.” He stopped in front of her, trailing his gaze over her once before meeting her eyes again. “See no matter what you believe this is your fault. If you hadn’t acted as a sweet little child then I would have had no fear of refusing you that one sordid little pleasure that you sought with which to comfort yourself. If you hadn’t been careless enough to do it where a certain someone could see, hear or whatever then we would never have spent several minutes floating and bouncing in and out of the ocean. If you hadn’t made it so that all attention was on us and our location in the ocean then the lad in the Crow’s Nest would not have been staring at your soaking and heaving bosom but on the horizon where it should have been. If you had not had a soaking and heaving bosom and the lad had been looking at the horizon then we would have had a lot longer to evade the bloody ship. The ship that right now is sailing away with the one thing that I want more than this very ship that you seem to think matters more to me than life itself.” Jack finished, his voice rising angrily till the end when he was all but shouting at her. His jaw gritted as he regarded her. “No matter how innocent you think yourself Miss Elizabeth you are wholly guilty for this entire bloody disaster.”
Oria watched as the mirror shattered at her feet, the delicate frame snapping into several chunks. Monifa cringing in the corner and watching silently as the room was completely destroyed, not one millimetre of the furniture spared the pirates wrath. The door swung open and a heavily built man barged his way into the room grasping Oria’s arm before she even realised the door had opened. He tossed her against the wall like a doll before he pinned her to it. She gasped at the painful angle her elbow and shoulder were forced into as the man pushed the bones to breaking point against her back. Beckett stepped in and calmly surveyed the wreckage as if it was an exquisite portrait of himself.
“If this is supposed to intimidate me then I am afraid you are sorely mistaken.” He whispered into the silence. Only her harsh breath ripped into it as she winced at the pain shooting through her arm.
“I was bored.” Oria hissed glaring at him, her cheek crushed against the wall.
“Then I shall give you something to think about.” Beckett replied smoothly. “Take her up to the deck and tie her to the mast. Facing it obviously and don’t feel the need to do it gently.” The sailor pinning her nodded and dragged her through the doorway and up to the deck as Beckett glanced around the room once more. He smirked slightly, who’d have known the damage a lone woman could have caused in such a short space of time.
“My fault? You call this mess my fault.” Elizabeth shouted as her anger and outrage rose to meet the pirates’.
“Yes Miss Swann, this is your fault.” Jack screamed back in equal annoyance. There was no one else on deck to intercede leaving the pair the freedom of the world in which to argue. “As I said before this is entirely your mess that I now have to clean up.”
“What about Will?” She lowered her voice slightly as it shook.
“Well you should have thought about that before shouldn’t ya?” Jack sniped back cruelly. Elizabeth stormed away and jogged down into the hold without a backwards glance. Jack watched her retreat silently, his eyes boring into her back.