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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
1,965
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 21 - Silly Little Boys
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.
Chapter 21 – Silly Little Boys
“He no longer cares friend and I’m not his ‘pet’.” She spoke coldly in response as the man nodded and circled her slowly as she returned the favour. He admired her poise, her movements, fluid and precise, no over-exaggeration, no flamboyant flicks just deadly precision. Her tactics had changed, this was something different to when they had clashed before, this was above her usual arrogance, this was something new or perhaps something old. He wasn’t intimidated he hadn’t gotten where he was by being a poor swordsman. He was sure this woman would be no match for him.
“Very clever getting the assistance of Mr Turner for your escape. Of course we have released him in exchange for information about your whereabouts.” Oria smiled faintly at the man’s posh accent and the over-confident under-current. He had underestimated her once more.
“Can we please stop with the talk Commodore, I do so tire of it.” She pouted sarcastically, Norrington chuckled slightly and lunged for her she grasped his wrist without warning and flung him over her shoulder swiftly. He gave a yelp and stood up swiftly, “I don’t want to dance either Commodore so pick up your game or face defeat. It’s your choice.”
James stared at her, he had expected her to be quick but not that strong, she lunged for him and shifted half way through the movement to bring an elbow up into his nose. He jumped backwards just in time and slashed at her arm but she was no longer there and he got the distinct feeling she was just playing with him. Oria slashed at his gut from the side, he dodged swiftly and rolled out of her range.
Oria watched him with a mocking smirk, he wasn’t pushing her ability at all but then so few people did nowadays. They depended too much on pistols not the delicate art of sword play. They had forgotten the old ways which gave her the advantage. She smacked the flat of her blade against his stomach and kneed him sharply in the gut before he could register the first blow. Her fingers wrapped in his hair and she tugged his head back sharply bearing his throat.
“Fool, did you honestly think you could take me?” She hissed, he chuckled slightly as her blade scratched at his Adam’s apple.
“Not alone, I knew I couldn’t take you on alone.” The kiss of a pistol pressed against the back of her skull and she paused as the reverberation of a hammer being primed trembled down her spine, “Release me.” Slowly Oria withdrew her blade and fingers and watched as the Commodore stood up and turned to face her. Oria let him take her blade and watched as he unbuckled her belt also and tossed it aside. She watched him steadily as he approached with manacles, “One pirate hung is better than none.”
The pistol was removed from her neck as the Commodore motioned for her to be turned around. She struck out immediately slamming her knee into James’ groin she spun and reached to grab the pistol from the other man’s hands. It went off and she felt a searing pain in her stomach but she ignored it, it would heal and tore the pistol from his hands firing the second shot into his chest without pause. She knelt down and grasped the Commodore’s chin tightly, “You Commodore are a very silly little boy and are very, very far out of your depth.” He was staring at her stomach, all that was left of the bullet wound was a small red patch where the skin had already healed. The only evidence of a fresh wound was the slight glistening of blood around the edges of the hole in her shirt.
“What are you?” He was beginning to feel afraid, perhaps she really was a devil worshipper, how else could she have healed so fast. She dragged him to his feet sharply and met him eye-to-eye.
“I’m complicated” Oria stated sharply before frog-marching him down to the beach and placing the manacles about his own wrists. He stared down in disbelief, she had fastened him to a tree, the manacles wrapped about the trunk holding his wrists tightly in place.
“I hope you brought more than one little friend Commodore, or you could be in trouble. I’ve heard the locals in this particular area don’t go for women, and a man in such a… vulnerable position would be an easy target. Don’t you think?” She whispered against his ear, placing a tender kiss on his throat against his pulse which was racing.
“Oria, don’t leave me here.” He choked out as she turned and stalked away without a backwards glance, “I’ll see you all hang!” He shouted after her retreating frame, Oria laughed and turned to face him. Even from this distance he could see that instability the sailors talked about whenever they came across a De Monara pirate. They claimed it was the devil staring out from the depths of the their soul and for once he believed it for there was nothing human in that gaze.
”Only in your dreams my little friend, only in your dreams.” He stared at the devilish grin she sent him before stalking off back to the Pearl. Gillette appeared from the undergrowth and headed towards him looking apologetic, he reached out to release the manacles and froze with a choked gasp. James stared in disbelief as the man fell down lifeless a dagger in his back straight through his spine and heart.
“Didn’t think I’d actually let you be rescued did you?” He glanced towards Oria; she was stood at least twenty foot away and tossing a second dagger lazily in her hand a cocky smirk on her face.
:/
Oria paused at the flurry of activity around the Pearl noting all the cargo that was being piled into the hold, she grabbed Gibb’s quickly, “What’s going on?” Gibbs turned to look at her his face flushed with exertion from the pace the Captain had set to get the ship ready.
“The Captain knows the location of something highly valuable. We’re setting sail right now.” Oria fought back the grin, so her little whore had done her job. When she returned to Tortuga she would give the woman her payment.
“Where for?” Gibbs looked slightly deflated.
“Some Turkish prison in the middle of the ocean.” Oria smiled this time and patted the man on his shoulder. Gibbs watched her lift a crate and carry it onto the ship without a pause. He shook his head, god only knew what went through that woman’s head he thought to himself.
Oria paused at the top as Jack spotted her, he turned away sharply and she ignored the stab of pain in her heart. It was necessary she reminded herself and dropped the crate down into the hold. A small lad she recognised stepped up to her swallowing nervously, “Captain says to escort you off the ship. You’re dismissed from your duties.” Oria stared down at him in disbelief then up at Jack, he didn’t meet her gaze.
Gibbs paused at the silence that ensued all over the ship, all eyes glanced between the pair curiously. For several minutes no one moved and no one spoke. Oria nodded curtly as the lad tugged at her arm as bravely as he dared and she went back down the boarding plank without a word. She leant back against one of the wooden supports and waited knowing Jack would come down to her when he was ready.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
LOVING THE REVIEWS PEOPLE!! MANY, MANY THANKS TO mar 1966, stipje and Michelle. REALLY APPRECIATE THEM, THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO POST THEM! :D
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.
Chapter 21 – Silly Little Boys
“He no longer cares friend and I’m not his ‘pet’.” She spoke coldly in response as the man nodded and circled her slowly as she returned the favour. He admired her poise, her movements, fluid and precise, no over-exaggeration, no flamboyant flicks just deadly precision. Her tactics had changed, this was something different to when they had clashed before, this was above her usual arrogance, this was something new or perhaps something old. He wasn’t intimidated he hadn’t gotten where he was by being a poor swordsman. He was sure this woman would be no match for him.
“Very clever getting the assistance of Mr Turner for your escape. Of course we have released him in exchange for information about your whereabouts.” Oria smiled faintly at the man’s posh accent and the over-confident under-current. He had underestimated her once more.
“Can we please stop with the talk Commodore, I do so tire of it.” She pouted sarcastically, Norrington chuckled slightly and lunged for her she grasped his wrist without warning and flung him over her shoulder swiftly. He gave a yelp and stood up swiftly, “I don’t want to dance either Commodore so pick up your game or face defeat. It’s your choice.”
James stared at her, he had expected her to be quick but not that strong, she lunged for him and shifted half way through the movement to bring an elbow up into his nose. He jumped backwards just in time and slashed at her arm but she was no longer there and he got the distinct feeling she was just playing with him. Oria slashed at his gut from the side, he dodged swiftly and rolled out of her range.
Oria watched him with a mocking smirk, he wasn’t pushing her ability at all but then so few people did nowadays. They depended too much on pistols not the delicate art of sword play. They had forgotten the old ways which gave her the advantage. She smacked the flat of her blade against his stomach and kneed him sharply in the gut before he could register the first blow. Her fingers wrapped in his hair and she tugged his head back sharply bearing his throat.
“Fool, did you honestly think you could take me?” She hissed, he chuckled slightly as her blade scratched at his Adam’s apple.
“Not alone, I knew I couldn’t take you on alone.” The kiss of a pistol pressed against the back of her skull and she paused as the reverberation of a hammer being primed trembled down her spine, “Release me.” Slowly Oria withdrew her blade and fingers and watched as the Commodore stood up and turned to face her. Oria let him take her blade and watched as he unbuckled her belt also and tossed it aside. She watched him steadily as he approached with manacles, “One pirate hung is better than none.”
The pistol was removed from her neck as the Commodore motioned for her to be turned around. She struck out immediately slamming her knee into James’ groin she spun and reached to grab the pistol from the other man’s hands. It went off and she felt a searing pain in her stomach but she ignored it, it would heal and tore the pistol from his hands firing the second shot into his chest without pause. She knelt down and grasped the Commodore’s chin tightly, “You Commodore are a very silly little boy and are very, very far out of your depth.” He was staring at her stomach, all that was left of the bullet wound was a small red patch where the skin had already healed. The only evidence of a fresh wound was the slight glistening of blood around the edges of the hole in her shirt.
“What are you?” He was beginning to feel afraid, perhaps she really was a devil worshipper, how else could she have healed so fast. She dragged him to his feet sharply and met him eye-to-eye.
“I’m complicated” Oria stated sharply before frog-marching him down to the beach and placing the manacles about his own wrists. He stared down in disbelief, she had fastened him to a tree, the manacles wrapped about the trunk holding his wrists tightly in place.
“I hope you brought more than one little friend Commodore, or you could be in trouble. I’ve heard the locals in this particular area don’t go for women, and a man in such a… vulnerable position would be an easy target. Don’t you think?” She whispered against his ear, placing a tender kiss on his throat against his pulse which was racing.
“Oria, don’t leave me here.” He choked out as she turned and stalked away without a backwards glance, “I’ll see you all hang!” He shouted after her retreating frame, Oria laughed and turned to face him. Even from this distance he could see that instability the sailors talked about whenever they came across a De Monara pirate. They claimed it was the devil staring out from the depths of the their soul and for once he believed it for there was nothing human in that gaze.
”Only in your dreams my little friend, only in your dreams.” He stared at the devilish grin she sent him before stalking off back to the Pearl. Gillette appeared from the undergrowth and headed towards him looking apologetic, he reached out to release the manacles and froze with a choked gasp. James stared in disbelief as the man fell down lifeless a dagger in his back straight through his spine and heart.
“Didn’t think I’d actually let you be rescued did you?” He glanced towards Oria; she was stood at least twenty foot away and tossing a second dagger lazily in her hand a cocky smirk on her face.
:/
Oria paused at the flurry of activity around the Pearl noting all the cargo that was being piled into the hold, she grabbed Gibb’s quickly, “What’s going on?” Gibbs turned to look at her his face flushed with exertion from the pace the Captain had set to get the ship ready.
“The Captain knows the location of something highly valuable. We’re setting sail right now.” Oria fought back the grin, so her little whore had done her job. When she returned to Tortuga she would give the woman her payment.
“Where for?” Gibbs looked slightly deflated.
“Some Turkish prison in the middle of the ocean.” Oria smiled this time and patted the man on his shoulder. Gibbs watched her lift a crate and carry it onto the ship without a pause. He shook his head, god only knew what went through that woman’s head he thought to himself.
Oria paused at the top as Jack spotted her, he turned away sharply and she ignored the stab of pain in her heart. It was necessary she reminded herself and dropped the crate down into the hold. A small lad she recognised stepped up to her swallowing nervously, “Captain says to escort you off the ship. You’re dismissed from your duties.” Oria stared down at him in disbelief then up at Jack, he didn’t meet her gaze.
Gibbs paused at the silence that ensued all over the ship, all eyes glanced between the pair curiously. For several minutes no one moved and no one spoke. Oria nodded curtly as the lad tugged at her arm as bravely as he dared and she went back down the boarding plank without a word. She leant back against one of the wooden supports and waited knowing Jack would come down to her when he was ready.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
LOVING THE REVIEWS PEOPLE!! MANY, MANY THANKS TO mar 1966, stipje and Michelle. REALLY APPRECIATE THEM, THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO POST THEM! :D