The Tolling of the Bell
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
2,127
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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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 21 - A Ship I'd Like To Commandeer
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!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
4 CHAPTERS WERE ADDED ON 28TH SEPTEMBER. IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HERE SINCE THEN, YOU NEED TO READ CHAPTERS 17-20.
Chapter 21 - A Ship I'd Like To Commandeer
Three days now in total, three of the loneliest and most desperately boring days of her life. Oria shifted around on the battered bed and glanced across at Monifa. God, she wanted Jack there. Even if he was just blathering on about nothing it would have been better than this. Then again, anything would be better than this. The older woman was busy patching one of Lord Beckett’s shirts and they both knew that when he returned she would not get acknowledged never mind thanked. “Why do you do that?” Oria whispered to her.
“Because I do not want the punishment that will follow should I disobey.” The woman replied simply before she turned dark eyes on Oria and paused in her darning. “I would not be treated as kindly as you have been.” Oria shifted uncomfortably, the bruising still on her back complaining stiffly as the muscles tried to flex.
“No, I could imagine him all but destroying you.” Oria agreed and watched her silently for a few more seconds. The door lock clinked noisily, instantly Monifa dropped the shirt on the end of her small bed and bent her head to avoid his gaze. Oria sat up and waited for him to appear.
“We are coming in to port.” Lord Beckett announced to the room in general before scooping up the shirt and inspecting the woman’s handiwork. He left without another word, the shirt draped over one arm.
“What will happen to you now?” Oria asked the dark skinned female as the lock once again clicked. Monifa glanced at her with a faint smile.
“Nothing. I stay here, always ready for when the Lord takes his ship out.” Oria wrinkled her nose at the bleak prospect of staying aboard the ship for any longer than was absolutely necessary. This room was already beginning to draw on her sanity. She smiled at that thought, her… sane. Amusing, very amusing.
:/
Jack watched as the pleasure woman sidled into the seat next to him and brushed her thigh against his suggestively. She was bonny, petite and delicate. Just the kind of girl he would have jumped on without question before. Now nothing passed through his mind other than how Oria might have looked in that dress. The thought abruptly discarded with a wrinkled nose, it would have been too tacky for her. Nowhere near as fine as he would have had her in. The bottle met his lips once more and the burn trickled down his throat and into his belly. Desperately the rum fought the chill and longing that grew whenever Oria was not near him. It was fighting a losing battle. They both knew it; his dear rum was not going to solve this.
He jumped when a hand began to trail up his thigh. He had all but forgotten the pleasure girl. She tugged her skirt up showing a shapely leg and her fingers tickled up his thigh higher and higher. Before they reached his crotch Jack quickly pushed them away and stumbled from his seat. The girl, offended at the dismissal, scrambled up and chased him out of the tavern.
“Hey, you. You not want pleasure? I can promise a good night, low price, good bed and me.” She stopped abruptly as the pirate turned to regard her with a coldly assessing eye.
“You’re not my type love.” Jack informed her and strode on towards the Pearl, intent on nothing more than a rum induced slumber.
“Well, I can be many types. What you want me to be?” She shouted and began to trail him once more. Jack didn’t stop or even falter in his stride.
“Oria.” He whispered taking another swig of rum as the girls footsteps receded. That name was all too well known around the taverns and pleasure houses. Oria, Jacks latest obsession, only this time the local trades were beginning to suffer. More than one girl had cursed that name when the pirate proved disinterested in them.
:/
Beckett ducked out of her range once more and called for assistance. Instantly three of the bigger sailors came in and pinned Oria once more to the wall. “Really, this is quite unnecessary.” He drawled completely unfazed by her explosive behaviour.
“You’re trying to blindfold me. I think it is entirely necessary to protest you twit!” Oria shouted before the silken material was tightened about her eyes and she saw nothing but darkness. Furiously she kicked out at one of the men who grunted and stumbled slightly. She writhed against their hold when a second strip of silk began to wrap itself about her wrists.
Using as much energy as she could muster Oria pushed them off and tugged the silk from her eyes. Ducking one of their broad arms she rolled up to Beckett and landed a sound punch on his nose. The man fell back with a shout and Oria leapt past him closely followed by the burly sailors. Beckett screamed at them to restrain her as she streaked up to the cabin door and out onto deck.
The cool breeze of the port caressed her skin soothingly as she tore out of the cabin. Exhilarated by the fresh breath she moved quicker, her mind sharpening and focusing almost painfully on the details about her. Ducking a swing from another sailor, she jumped up onto a barrel as another leapt for her legs. Bouncing down she ran to the boarding plank and stumbled down it, scrambling for balance as she tripped half way.
Turning sharply Oria ran for the dock only for her eyes to be drawn to an imposing ebony ship. Its bulk casting a shadow over half of the ships docked. Now that was the kind of ship she wouldn’t mind commandeering. Her mind stopped working as her gaze hit the nameplate and shock reverberated through her entire system. With a surprised shout she fell over a barrel and was left sprawled and winded on the Caribbean warmed planks of the dock.
Oria closed her eyes and counted to ten before opening them once more. The sailors and her predicament with Beckett had been all but forgotten with the shock. It was nothing more than a trick of the light she assured herself as her eyes blinked open once more. They trailed up to the glittering silver nameplate, bold and bright against the ebony of the wood. “It’s not possible.” She whispered disbelievingly. Beckett knelt next to her and gazed up at the ship also.
“She is a rather spectacular vessel isn’t she? Cost a fortune to rebuild.” He whispered, his eyes following Oria’s trail over the smooth ship. Each board lovingly crafted by the best the world had to offer. His gaze returned to the young woman’s. She was still sprawled on the boards looking completely helpless as her mind attempted to make sense of what she was seeing.
“This is my price for your allegiance. The Tigress is yours once more if you swear to do my bidding.” Oria swallowed dumb-struck, her eyes still resting on the glittering name-plate. Steadily she sat up on her elbows and met his eyes, the bright intelligence once more in place and no longer stunned into submission.
“I’m yours.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
HOPE THIS STORY IS MEETING WITH EVERYONE'S EXPECTATIONS! SEND ME REVIEWS TO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IF YOU HAVE THE TIME! POOR Kimmie IS ALL ALONE!
NEXT UPDATE: 12TH OCTOBER
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!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
4 CHAPTERS WERE ADDED ON 28TH SEPTEMBER. IF YOU HAVEN'T BEEN HERE SINCE THEN, YOU NEED TO READ CHAPTERS 17-20.
Chapter 21 - A Ship I'd Like To Commandeer
Three days now in total, three of the loneliest and most desperately boring days of her life. Oria shifted around on the battered bed and glanced across at Monifa. God, she wanted Jack there. Even if he was just blathering on about nothing it would have been better than this. Then again, anything would be better than this. The older woman was busy patching one of Lord Beckett’s shirts and they both knew that when he returned she would not get acknowledged never mind thanked. “Why do you do that?” Oria whispered to her.
“Because I do not want the punishment that will follow should I disobey.” The woman replied simply before she turned dark eyes on Oria and paused in her darning. “I would not be treated as kindly as you have been.” Oria shifted uncomfortably, the bruising still on her back complaining stiffly as the muscles tried to flex.
“No, I could imagine him all but destroying you.” Oria agreed and watched her silently for a few more seconds. The door lock clinked noisily, instantly Monifa dropped the shirt on the end of her small bed and bent her head to avoid his gaze. Oria sat up and waited for him to appear.
“We are coming in to port.” Lord Beckett announced to the room in general before scooping up the shirt and inspecting the woman’s handiwork. He left without another word, the shirt draped over one arm.
“What will happen to you now?” Oria asked the dark skinned female as the lock once again clicked. Monifa glanced at her with a faint smile.
“Nothing. I stay here, always ready for when the Lord takes his ship out.” Oria wrinkled her nose at the bleak prospect of staying aboard the ship for any longer than was absolutely necessary. This room was already beginning to draw on her sanity. She smiled at that thought, her… sane. Amusing, very amusing.
Jack watched as the pleasure woman sidled into the seat next to him and brushed her thigh against his suggestively. She was bonny, petite and delicate. Just the kind of girl he would have jumped on without question before. Now nothing passed through his mind other than how Oria might have looked in that dress. The thought abruptly discarded with a wrinkled nose, it would have been too tacky for her. Nowhere near as fine as he would have had her in. The bottle met his lips once more and the burn trickled down his throat and into his belly. Desperately the rum fought the chill and longing that grew whenever Oria was not near him. It was fighting a losing battle. They both knew it; his dear rum was not going to solve this.
He jumped when a hand began to trail up his thigh. He had all but forgotten the pleasure girl. She tugged her skirt up showing a shapely leg and her fingers tickled up his thigh higher and higher. Before they reached his crotch Jack quickly pushed them away and stumbled from his seat. The girl, offended at the dismissal, scrambled up and chased him out of the tavern.
“Hey, you. You not want pleasure? I can promise a good night, low price, good bed and me.” She stopped abruptly as the pirate turned to regard her with a coldly assessing eye.
“You’re not my type love.” Jack informed her and strode on towards the Pearl, intent on nothing more than a rum induced slumber.
“Well, I can be many types. What you want me to be?” She shouted and began to trail him once more. Jack didn’t stop or even falter in his stride.
“Oria.” He whispered taking another swig of rum as the girls footsteps receded. That name was all too well known around the taverns and pleasure houses. Oria, Jacks latest obsession, only this time the local trades were beginning to suffer. More than one girl had cursed that name when the pirate proved disinterested in them.
Beckett ducked out of her range once more and called for assistance. Instantly three of the bigger sailors came in and pinned Oria once more to the wall. “Really, this is quite unnecessary.” He drawled completely unfazed by her explosive behaviour.
“You’re trying to blindfold me. I think it is entirely necessary to protest you twit!” Oria shouted before the silken material was tightened about her eyes and she saw nothing but darkness. Furiously she kicked out at one of the men who grunted and stumbled slightly. She writhed against their hold when a second strip of silk began to wrap itself about her wrists.
Using as much energy as she could muster Oria pushed them off and tugged the silk from her eyes. Ducking one of their broad arms she rolled up to Beckett and landed a sound punch on his nose. The man fell back with a shout and Oria leapt past him closely followed by the burly sailors. Beckett screamed at them to restrain her as she streaked up to the cabin door and out onto deck.
The cool breeze of the port caressed her skin soothingly as she tore out of the cabin. Exhilarated by the fresh breath she moved quicker, her mind sharpening and focusing almost painfully on the details about her. Ducking a swing from another sailor, she jumped up onto a barrel as another leapt for her legs. Bouncing down she ran to the boarding plank and stumbled down it, scrambling for balance as she tripped half way.
Turning sharply Oria ran for the dock only for her eyes to be drawn to an imposing ebony ship. Its bulk casting a shadow over half of the ships docked. Now that was the kind of ship she wouldn’t mind commandeering. Her mind stopped working as her gaze hit the nameplate and shock reverberated through her entire system. With a surprised shout she fell over a barrel and was left sprawled and winded on the Caribbean warmed planks of the dock.
Oria closed her eyes and counted to ten before opening them once more. The sailors and her predicament with Beckett had been all but forgotten with the shock. It was nothing more than a trick of the light she assured herself as her eyes blinked open once more. They trailed up to the glittering silver nameplate, bold and bright against the ebony of the wood. “It’s not possible.” She whispered disbelievingly. Beckett knelt next to her and gazed up at the ship also.
“She is a rather spectacular vessel isn’t she? Cost a fortune to rebuild.” He whispered, his eyes following Oria’s trail over the smooth ship. Each board lovingly crafted by the best the world had to offer. His gaze returned to the young woman’s. She was still sprawled on the boards looking completely helpless as her mind attempted to make sense of what she was seeing.
“This is my price for your allegiance. The Tigress is yours once more if you swear to do my bidding.” Oria swallowed dumb-struck, her eyes still resting on the glittering name-plate. Steadily she sat up on her elbows and met his eyes, the bright intelligence once more in place and no longer stunned into submission.
“I’m yours.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
HOPE THIS STORY IS MEETING WITH EVERYONE'S EXPECTATIONS! SEND ME REVIEWS TO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IF YOU HAVE THE TIME! POOR Kimmie IS ALL ALONE!
NEXT UPDATE: 12TH OCTOBER