Taming A Dragon
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
1,863
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 21 - Storm
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Taming A Dragon
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine although that shouldn’t be much in this fan fiction.
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 whatever’s good!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 21 - Storm
Jacks’ hand grasped her wrist tightly and tugged her the rest of the way up onto the ship, Oria dodged out of the way before he could a better hold on her with a smirk. Bootstrap watched the exchange curiously; Oria backed off and went in search of her jacket which she had abandoned the previous night below decks. Jack leaned around Bootstraps’ frame and watched her till she disappeared below deck with a grin, Bootstrap stepped between the gaze.
“Captain, permit me to speak freely.” Jack snapped his attention back to Bootstrap.
“Of course Bootstrap, go right ahead.” He glanced back to make sure the female was no where around before continuing.
“I think it’s time you dropped her off at some port and left her. You’re getting obsessed, you’re hardly ever on deck and the crew are getting restless with chasing wayward dreams. They want to go looting and pillaging Captain, after all we are pirates.” Jack nodded slowly and rubbed his chin with his fingers.
“No to the first, yes to the second, how’s that? We are going on a treasure hunt my man; we are going in search of the Isle De Muerta.” Bootstrap stared as Jack strode past him and up to the helm, smartly he snapped open the compass and focused his thoughts on the island, the arrow pointed unfalteringly to starboard. Jack grinned and began to turn the wheel in the direction of the arrow; he scowled as it drifted to port then back to starboard. He shook it sharply and glanced down at the deck, Oria had just emerged from the hold, her jacket clutched in one hand as she headed for the cabin to stow it away, Jack glanced down at the arrow, sure enough it was following her progress loyally.
He sighed and snapped it closed, this was going to be more difficult than he thought, re-focusing his mind on the Isle de Muerta he let his imagination go haywire with it. Heaps, mountains of gold, silver, gems and jewels, all glittering waiting for him to claim, he snapped it back open, the compass was once again pointing straight ahead, he gave a happy sigh and settled into keeping the ship moving at a steady pace and direction. In the distance storm clouds began to brew angrily, thrashing the sea beneath it into a frenzy.
:/
For three days they sailed through it, every hand fighting to keep the ship afloat, each earning barely two hours of sleep a night before they were tossed from their resting place and back into frantic action. Oria jogged up the slippery steps carefully and skidded slightly on the slippery surface of the helms’ deck, stopping herself from falling only just by grabbing the banister.
Jack waved for her to stumble over to him as he held onto the helm with one hand grasping her hand with the other as the ship lurched beneath them, “Well this is fun isn’t it.” Oria glared at him as she grabbed hold of the wheel too.
“If you define fun as suicidal then yes, we should lay anchor and wait out the storm.” Jack shook his head.
“We’ve sailed through worse than this.” Oria brushed several wet strands of hair from her face as the wind whipped it about her crazily.
“At what cost?” The ship lurched again as it began to ascend the next wave, she stumbled slightly and almost slipped again, Jack grabbed her arm and tugged her back upright.
“Only the sails were a bit torn. She can last, trust me.” Oria met his gaze and nodded after several seconds.
“Alright. I trust you.” He smiled and watched as she slipped and slid back down to the deck helping the crew to keep the cannons from abandoning ship. A small lad stumbled and almost fell over the banister, stopped by her grasp on his wrist. He smiled gratefully and stumbled on his way to tie down a wayward cannon held down by several men as it swerved and bucked like a bronco.
Oria headed towards them seeing them begin to struggle as the ship began to roll as well as dip and rise with the swells. The cannon rolled backwards and twisted sending one man sprawling, a deep gash in his leg, Oria replaced him tugging at the ropes with the other men to get the cannon back in place and tied down. The ship lurched violently and the cannon slammed into the men sending them flying over the banister, Jack stepped forwards worriedly when no one stood back up.
“Bootstrap take the helm.” Bootstrap stepped up quickly equally worried as he watched the Captain jog down to the loose cannon, the ropes dangling over the sides, “Oria. Jacob.” He glanced over the side, two men were dangling from the ropes being drenched by wave after wave, Oria glanced up with a grin.
“Well are you going to pull us up or leave us here to drown?” Jack gave a sigh of relief and called a few more men over who helped pull up the two men and Oria; she stepped onto the deck looking slightly shaken but none the worse for wear. Jack crushed her to him, kissing every part of her face he could reach; she brushed him off gently, a slightly pleased grin on her lips.
“You have no idea how worried I was.” Oria laughed and stepped around him stumbling slightly as the ship rolled again.
“Take more than an ocean storm to kill me off.” He watched as she tied the now docile cannon down and helped the man up with a gash in his leg. Slowly his heart returned to normal, and he let out a shaky sigh of relief before heading up to the helm.
:/
After four days the storm finally died, leaving the crew of the Black Pearl to wearily look over the damage. The deck was sodden and the sails torn and tattered having snapped free of their holdings, one of the main mast yards had snapped on one side and was dangling limply held up only by a contraption of ruined ropes and tattered strings of sail.
Oria blew several strips of hair out of her eyes as she surveyed the damage, Jack checking over the decks and cannons, the rest of the crew sweeping any excess water off and untying all the cannons. Jack stepped up alongside her and groaned at the sight of the mast and sails, “It’s going to take us a good few days to find suitable land, then another number of days to fix that yard and more to patch the sails. We could be stranded for a fortnight at least.” Jack folded his arms over his chest.
“Just what we needed. A little side-trip.” Oria smiled slightly and glanced about the deck.
“What about the crew and rest of the ship?” Jack gave a lop-sided grin.
“Wonderful news, four lost, two dead and five injured. The rest of the ship is fairly sound, bit of patching on the hull and starboard side but other than that.” Oria sank onto a barrel.
“Make that three weeks, half a crew? We can sail on it but it’ll be hard work.” Jack nodded and glanced about the ship wearily, he was tired beyond belief, four days of fighting with a storm had taken its’ toll on everyone. Bootstrap limped up to them.
“What’s your plan of action Captain?” Oria raised her head and glanced between the pair, Jack studied the man intently, he looked nervous.
“Lower the anchor, tell everyone to get some rest. We’ll sail at noon.” Bootstrap nodded and headed off to lower the anchors, Jack looked down at Oria, she gave a half-laugh.
“Let’s just sleep here.” He grinned and offered both his hands; she grasped them and let him drag her upright, Oria followed him into the cabin and dropped onto the bed tugging her boots off limply. Jack locked the door and dropped onto the bed next to her tugging his own boots off. Oria watched him as he flopped backwards his arm grasping around her waist dragging her down too, she didn’t resist, she had no energy left. Jack shuffled around till he was led the right way around in the bed and wrapped both arms about her dragging her up flush against himself.
“Well it’s been an interesting four days. We’ve spent how long together? Three seconds?” Oria grinned.
“Maximum. Sleep please, talk can wait.” He chuckled as she yawned and hugged him tighter to her, his fingers brushed random patterns through the shirt onto her back as they both drifted off.
Title: Taming A Dragon
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine although that shouldn’t be much in this fan fiction.
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 whatever’s good!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 21 - Storm
Jacks’ hand grasped her wrist tightly and tugged her the rest of the way up onto the ship, Oria dodged out of the way before he could a better hold on her with a smirk. Bootstrap watched the exchange curiously; Oria backed off and went in search of her jacket which she had abandoned the previous night below decks. Jack leaned around Bootstraps’ frame and watched her till she disappeared below deck with a grin, Bootstrap stepped between the gaze.
“Captain, permit me to speak freely.” Jack snapped his attention back to Bootstrap.
“Of course Bootstrap, go right ahead.” He glanced back to make sure the female was no where around before continuing.
“I think it’s time you dropped her off at some port and left her. You’re getting obsessed, you’re hardly ever on deck and the crew are getting restless with chasing wayward dreams. They want to go looting and pillaging Captain, after all we are pirates.” Jack nodded slowly and rubbed his chin with his fingers.
“No to the first, yes to the second, how’s that? We are going on a treasure hunt my man; we are going in search of the Isle De Muerta.” Bootstrap stared as Jack strode past him and up to the helm, smartly he snapped open the compass and focused his thoughts on the island, the arrow pointed unfalteringly to starboard. Jack grinned and began to turn the wheel in the direction of the arrow; he scowled as it drifted to port then back to starboard. He shook it sharply and glanced down at the deck, Oria had just emerged from the hold, her jacket clutched in one hand as she headed for the cabin to stow it away, Jack glanced down at the arrow, sure enough it was following her progress loyally.
He sighed and snapped it closed, this was going to be more difficult than he thought, re-focusing his mind on the Isle de Muerta he let his imagination go haywire with it. Heaps, mountains of gold, silver, gems and jewels, all glittering waiting for him to claim, he snapped it back open, the compass was once again pointing straight ahead, he gave a happy sigh and settled into keeping the ship moving at a steady pace and direction. In the distance storm clouds began to brew angrily, thrashing the sea beneath it into a frenzy.
:/
For three days they sailed through it, every hand fighting to keep the ship afloat, each earning barely two hours of sleep a night before they were tossed from their resting place and back into frantic action. Oria jogged up the slippery steps carefully and skidded slightly on the slippery surface of the helms’ deck, stopping herself from falling only just by grabbing the banister.
Jack waved for her to stumble over to him as he held onto the helm with one hand grasping her hand with the other as the ship lurched beneath them, “Well this is fun isn’t it.” Oria glared at him as she grabbed hold of the wheel too.
“If you define fun as suicidal then yes, we should lay anchor and wait out the storm.” Jack shook his head.
“We’ve sailed through worse than this.” Oria brushed several wet strands of hair from her face as the wind whipped it about her crazily.
“At what cost?” The ship lurched again as it began to ascend the next wave, she stumbled slightly and almost slipped again, Jack grabbed her arm and tugged her back upright.
“Only the sails were a bit torn. She can last, trust me.” Oria met his gaze and nodded after several seconds.
“Alright. I trust you.” He smiled and watched as she slipped and slid back down to the deck helping the crew to keep the cannons from abandoning ship. A small lad stumbled and almost fell over the banister, stopped by her grasp on his wrist. He smiled gratefully and stumbled on his way to tie down a wayward cannon held down by several men as it swerved and bucked like a bronco.
Oria headed towards them seeing them begin to struggle as the ship began to roll as well as dip and rise with the swells. The cannon rolled backwards and twisted sending one man sprawling, a deep gash in his leg, Oria replaced him tugging at the ropes with the other men to get the cannon back in place and tied down. The ship lurched violently and the cannon slammed into the men sending them flying over the banister, Jack stepped forwards worriedly when no one stood back up.
“Bootstrap take the helm.” Bootstrap stepped up quickly equally worried as he watched the Captain jog down to the loose cannon, the ropes dangling over the sides, “Oria. Jacob.” He glanced over the side, two men were dangling from the ropes being drenched by wave after wave, Oria glanced up with a grin.
“Well are you going to pull us up or leave us here to drown?” Jack gave a sigh of relief and called a few more men over who helped pull up the two men and Oria; she stepped onto the deck looking slightly shaken but none the worse for wear. Jack crushed her to him, kissing every part of her face he could reach; she brushed him off gently, a slightly pleased grin on her lips.
“You have no idea how worried I was.” Oria laughed and stepped around him stumbling slightly as the ship rolled again.
“Take more than an ocean storm to kill me off.” He watched as she tied the now docile cannon down and helped the man up with a gash in his leg. Slowly his heart returned to normal, and he let out a shaky sigh of relief before heading up to the helm.
:/
After four days the storm finally died, leaving the crew of the Black Pearl to wearily look over the damage. The deck was sodden and the sails torn and tattered having snapped free of their holdings, one of the main mast yards had snapped on one side and was dangling limply held up only by a contraption of ruined ropes and tattered strings of sail.
Oria blew several strips of hair out of her eyes as she surveyed the damage, Jack checking over the decks and cannons, the rest of the crew sweeping any excess water off and untying all the cannons. Jack stepped up alongside her and groaned at the sight of the mast and sails, “It’s going to take us a good few days to find suitable land, then another number of days to fix that yard and more to patch the sails. We could be stranded for a fortnight at least.” Jack folded his arms over his chest.
“Just what we needed. A little side-trip.” Oria smiled slightly and glanced about the deck.
“What about the crew and rest of the ship?” Jack gave a lop-sided grin.
“Wonderful news, four lost, two dead and five injured. The rest of the ship is fairly sound, bit of patching on the hull and starboard side but other than that.” Oria sank onto a barrel.
“Make that three weeks, half a crew? We can sail on it but it’ll be hard work.” Jack nodded and glanced about the ship wearily, he was tired beyond belief, four days of fighting with a storm had taken its’ toll on everyone. Bootstrap limped up to them.
“What’s your plan of action Captain?” Oria raised her head and glanced between the pair, Jack studied the man intently, he looked nervous.
“Lower the anchor, tell everyone to get some rest. We’ll sail at noon.” Bootstrap nodded and headed off to lower the anchors, Jack looked down at Oria, she gave a half-laugh.
“Let’s just sleep here.” He grinned and offered both his hands; she grasped them and let him drag her upright, Oria followed him into the cabin and dropped onto the bed tugging her boots off limply. Jack locked the door and dropped onto the bed next to her tugging his own boots off. Oria watched him as he flopped backwards his arm grasping around her waist dragging her down too, she didn’t resist, she had no energy left. Jack shuffled around till he was led the right way around in the bed and wrapped both arms about her dragging her up flush against himself.
“Well it’s been an interesting four days. We’ve spent how long together? Three seconds?” Oria grinned.
“Maximum. Sleep please, talk can wait.” He chuckled as she yawned and hugged him tighter to her, his fingers brushed random patterns through the shirt onto her back as they both drifted off.