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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
1,963
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
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Chapter 20 - Questions and Unwanted Answers
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 20 – Questions and Unwanted Answers
Jack locked the door quickly and turned to face her, she hadn’t moved from where he had thrown her against the desk. The only alteration in her stance was her eyes, they did not bode well but then he was pretty sure his didn’t either. Perhaps this time he could meet fire with fire. He couldn’t remember having lost so much control or felt so much anger rippling through him, but then she had always sought to push him to his limits, “We are going to talk now and neither of us is leaving till I am satisfied.”
“Then we could be here for a while because I’m not talking while you’re drunk. Chances are you won’t even remember and I’m in no mood for repetition.” She hissed at him her fingers checking all her pistols and daggers were in place. Jack was on her in a second ripping the belt from her and tossing it out of the door before locking it again and attempting to regain some control. He knew how fast the situation would escalate if he didn’t keep control.
“Neither of us is going to be armed. We’re going to talk like civilised people and get a few things straight without bloodshed. You’ve been pulling the wool over my eyes for too long and now I want answers.” Oria bristled but didn’t move as he stood in front of her and folded his arms in a business like no nonsense manner, “Why are you here?”
“Because you defeated me in a fight and it’s part of the contract.” Oria watched as he studied her.
“What does your contract entail?” His tone and glare left no doubt that he was going to keep on pushing till he got the answers he wanted. Oria closed her mouth tightly and he strode forward angrily, “Oria tell me what the contract entails… NOW.”
“I am to serve you on your ship for the full term as defined by Davy Jones.” Jack nodded and gestured for her to continue with a sway of his hand knowing that there was more. After all every contract had its small print, “During that time I am to kill you unless you prove worthy of joining his crew. You have not proved worthy as you do not murder or rape or do anything that defines you as the kind of pirate that he desires. Therefore, I am to kill you.” Jack nodded and stepped up to her till they were almost touching.
“Fine, one last question… do you love me or is it all an act?” Oria met his gaze and steeled herself. The final showdown and the damn word wouldn’t come, that voice was screaming at her loudly, demanding the truth as much as Jack’s gaze was.
“Act.” She turned away from him and closed her eyes tightly to fight back the tears that threatened. It was necessary, it must be done she had gotten too deep and must now pay the price for that lack of professionalism.
“You’re nothing more than a child lost in a game.” The door slammed after Jack as he stormed off once more and she sank to the floor weakly. Tears didn’t fall, they couldn’t… she was too far gone, too lost but Jack was wrong. This was the most grown up she had ever been, she was taking responsibility and beginning to see just what life was about. How she prayed it would be worth it in the end, she had to succeed this time. It had to work, third time was always supposed to be the luckiest. For once in her life she needed luck if not a miracle.
Shaky fingers drew out the dagger and she raked several deep grooves into her other arm but she felt nothing. She was numb, beyond numb, nothing more than a body shutting down to spare itself the mental harm, after all what more could an immortal frame do. She pushed the dagger deeper praying to find something but nothing came up, no emotion at all. She watched the silent crimson rivers flow down to the planks and pool steadily. Nothing rose up from her heart, no emotion stirred at seeing the blood draining from her.
The wound closed slowly and she stumbled to her feet heading for the deck feeling more trapped than she had in her entire life. Oria paused and watched the stars for a few seconds before sliding onto the banister and tucking one leg underneath her. How she wanted to lose herself in those glittering orbs, be drawn off into the nothingness that encased them so prettily. How she wanted for once to just be… told everything was going to be alright, it wasn’t her against the world anymore.
She rested her head on her knee and watched the waves silently as they broke against the ship. This was how it was supposed to be though, lonely… all alone… dead to the world. It was necessary, she needed Jack to believe she didn’t really care, she needed to trick both him and Davy Jones. She was so close now, so close to what she craved, to what she needed, to what she had been planning for, planning for far too long. There was no cost too high anymore, this was her last chance. *
:/
Jack watched as the whore rubbed herself against him suggestively her hand trailing lower and lower when he made no move to stop her. He was cold, frozen to the core. What a fool he had been, as if anyone like Oria would ever truly have loved him. He was just a joke to her, he’d been wrong, she wasn’t the child he was, she just looked like one whereas he acted like one. What had he been thinking all those times he had laid with other women, he should have known better than to risk it. The whores when Barbossa had taken his ship and Oria, then Anna-Maria when he had started to question what he wanted from life, from Oria, when he had started to question everything.
Slowly heat began to build his loins and he glanced at the whore with a suggestive grin, perhaps she would help him melt the ice that had settled. Even if she didn’t it would be enough of a distraction for a few hours at least. He leaned across and captured those plump lips the whore grinning against him and pushing her hips towards his eagerly. She didn’t quite believe her luck, Jack Sparrow hadn’t visited the whore houses ever since he’d gotten back with that pirate trollop. She was more than happy to break him back into the habit and hopefully gain a well paying and respectful regular.
:/
Footsteps heralded the approach of someone that Oria was sure wouldn’t be welcome, she recognised those footfalls. Her eyes lighted on the man as he stood as bold as brass at the top of the boarding plank his sword drawn.
“Now why would Jack Sparrow leave his little pet all alone on this ship? Is he getting forgetful or does he just no longer care?” Oria glared at the impetuousness of the man and stiffly shifted from her seat on the railing, she drew her cutlass without a second thought.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Stipje is 'Chapter 18, it is... =p' good or bad? Anxiously awaiting clarification!!
In answer to how much I have written in advance... I've finished this part, it ends in Chapter 24 and I have started Part 5, the title of which I am not disclosing just yet. The plan is fully revealed to readers but not Jack in Chapter 23, obviously the plan is... put into action... in the next part. That's probably be the best way to phrase it ;)
* - got inspiration for this paragraph/chapter/story from Bryan Adams song 'Sound the Bugle Now' featured on the animation film 'Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron' can be found on 'esnips.com' if you search under 'Bryan Adams sound bugle' if anyone's interested :)
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 20 – Questions and Unwanted Answers
Jack locked the door quickly and turned to face her, she hadn’t moved from where he had thrown her against the desk. The only alteration in her stance was her eyes, they did not bode well but then he was pretty sure his didn’t either. Perhaps this time he could meet fire with fire. He couldn’t remember having lost so much control or felt so much anger rippling through him, but then she had always sought to push him to his limits, “We are going to talk now and neither of us is leaving till I am satisfied.”
“Then we could be here for a while because I’m not talking while you’re drunk. Chances are you won’t even remember and I’m in no mood for repetition.” She hissed at him her fingers checking all her pistols and daggers were in place. Jack was on her in a second ripping the belt from her and tossing it out of the door before locking it again and attempting to regain some control. He knew how fast the situation would escalate if he didn’t keep control.
“Neither of us is going to be armed. We’re going to talk like civilised people and get a few things straight without bloodshed. You’ve been pulling the wool over my eyes for too long and now I want answers.” Oria bristled but didn’t move as he stood in front of her and folded his arms in a business like no nonsense manner, “Why are you here?”
“Because you defeated me in a fight and it’s part of the contract.” Oria watched as he studied her.
“What does your contract entail?” His tone and glare left no doubt that he was going to keep on pushing till he got the answers he wanted. Oria closed her mouth tightly and he strode forward angrily, “Oria tell me what the contract entails… NOW.”
“I am to serve you on your ship for the full term as defined by Davy Jones.” Jack nodded and gestured for her to continue with a sway of his hand knowing that there was more. After all every contract had its small print, “During that time I am to kill you unless you prove worthy of joining his crew. You have not proved worthy as you do not murder or rape or do anything that defines you as the kind of pirate that he desires. Therefore, I am to kill you.” Jack nodded and stepped up to her till they were almost touching.
“Fine, one last question… do you love me or is it all an act?” Oria met his gaze and steeled herself. The final showdown and the damn word wouldn’t come, that voice was screaming at her loudly, demanding the truth as much as Jack’s gaze was.
“Act.” She turned away from him and closed her eyes tightly to fight back the tears that threatened. It was necessary, it must be done she had gotten too deep and must now pay the price for that lack of professionalism.
“You’re nothing more than a child lost in a game.” The door slammed after Jack as he stormed off once more and she sank to the floor weakly. Tears didn’t fall, they couldn’t… she was too far gone, too lost but Jack was wrong. This was the most grown up she had ever been, she was taking responsibility and beginning to see just what life was about. How she prayed it would be worth it in the end, she had to succeed this time. It had to work, third time was always supposed to be the luckiest. For once in her life she needed luck if not a miracle.
Shaky fingers drew out the dagger and she raked several deep grooves into her other arm but she felt nothing. She was numb, beyond numb, nothing more than a body shutting down to spare itself the mental harm, after all what more could an immortal frame do. She pushed the dagger deeper praying to find something but nothing came up, no emotion at all. She watched the silent crimson rivers flow down to the planks and pool steadily. Nothing rose up from her heart, no emotion stirred at seeing the blood draining from her.
The wound closed slowly and she stumbled to her feet heading for the deck feeling more trapped than she had in her entire life. Oria paused and watched the stars for a few seconds before sliding onto the banister and tucking one leg underneath her. How she wanted to lose herself in those glittering orbs, be drawn off into the nothingness that encased them so prettily. How she wanted for once to just be… told everything was going to be alright, it wasn’t her against the world anymore.
She rested her head on her knee and watched the waves silently as they broke against the ship. This was how it was supposed to be though, lonely… all alone… dead to the world. It was necessary, she needed Jack to believe she didn’t really care, she needed to trick both him and Davy Jones. She was so close now, so close to what she craved, to what she needed, to what she had been planning for, planning for far too long. There was no cost too high anymore, this was her last chance. *
:/
Jack watched as the whore rubbed herself against him suggestively her hand trailing lower and lower when he made no move to stop her. He was cold, frozen to the core. What a fool he had been, as if anyone like Oria would ever truly have loved him. He was just a joke to her, he’d been wrong, she wasn’t the child he was, she just looked like one whereas he acted like one. What had he been thinking all those times he had laid with other women, he should have known better than to risk it. The whores when Barbossa had taken his ship and Oria, then Anna-Maria when he had started to question what he wanted from life, from Oria, when he had started to question everything.
Slowly heat began to build his loins and he glanced at the whore with a suggestive grin, perhaps she would help him melt the ice that had settled. Even if she didn’t it would be enough of a distraction for a few hours at least. He leaned across and captured those plump lips the whore grinning against him and pushing her hips towards his eagerly. She didn’t quite believe her luck, Jack Sparrow hadn’t visited the whore houses ever since he’d gotten back with that pirate trollop. She was more than happy to break him back into the habit and hopefully gain a well paying and respectful regular.
:/
Footsteps heralded the approach of someone that Oria was sure wouldn’t be welcome, she recognised those footfalls. Her eyes lighted on the man as he stood as bold as brass at the top of the boarding plank his sword drawn.
“Now why would Jack Sparrow leave his little pet all alone on this ship? Is he getting forgetful or does he just no longer care?” Oria glared at the impetuousness of the man and stiffly shifted from her seat on the railing, she drew her cutlass without a second thought.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Stipje is 'Chapter 18, it is... =p' good or bad? Anxiously awaiting clarification!!
In answer to how much I have written in advance... I've finished this part, it ends in Chapter 24 and I have started Part 5, the title of which I am not disclosing just yet. The plan is fully revealed to readers but not Jack in Chapter 23, obviously the plan is... put into action... in the next part. That's probably be the best way to phrase it ;)
* - got inspiration for this paragraph/chapter/story from Bryan Adams song 'Sound the Bugle Now' featured on the animation film 'Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron' can be found on 'esnips.com' if you search under 'Bryan Adams sound bugle' if anyone's interested :)