Taming A Dragon

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.
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Chapter 22 - Bloody Cannibals!

A fortnight later and they had managed to find land with a small inlet just deep enough for the Pearl to rest in comfortably. Jack jolted awake at the sound of footsteps in his cabin, he glanced down with one eye, Oria was still in his arms fast asleep so it obviously wasn’t her creeping around. He blinked his eyes wider and extricated himself from her arms sitting up slowly and gazing around the dark room. A shadow shifted and the adrenaline kicked in to Jacks’ system, it was not a friendly presence judging by the sharp tip of part of the shadow.

Easing himself quietly out of the bed he headed for his belt, hung over the back of his chair lazily. The thing was creeping around the chest at the bottom of the bed giving Jack enough space to pass by unnoticed; slowly he drew the cutlass from his belt and stalked back towards the thing. It turned suddenly and screamed at him before lunging its’ pike coming within millimetres of his throat as it leapt onto him and knocked him to the floor. Jack scrabbled at it furiously abandoning his cutlass in favour of stopping the thing from strangling him. A shot went off and it fell over limply, a hole through its’ temple.

Jack rubbed his throat tenderly and glanced up at Oria she looked down pointedly at his cutlass, “Forget about it did we?” Jack pointed to his throat as she offered him a hand and dragged him to his feet.

“It was strangling me in case you hadn’t noticed.” Oria bent and picked up the cutlass, she turned it over in her hands before handing it to him.

“You can’t afford to forget about this. Hands will not help you against brute strength. You should have skewered it when you had the chance.” She toed the dead body gently, it rolled onto its’ back, Jack glanced down at it.

“Looks like you’re kind of island, think the men are as vicious?” Oria glared at him briefly before kneeling next to the dead woman curiously and studying her.

“Small and compact, great amounts of strength in the upper body. Not sprinters, look at her tattoos.” Oria leaned over gazing at the puckered skin in wonderment, Jack wrinkled his nose.

“Revolting.” Oria ran her finger over the roughened strip over the woman’s right cheekbone.

“Fascinating and not unlike my own. Tell me Jack, are they revolting as well?” Jack scowled at her.

“They are entirely different.” Oria stood up slowly and shook her head.

“Exactly the same actually, her scars are for achievements and status, what do you think mine are for? Fun?” She brushed past him tugging her shirt off and tossed it to a chair before pulling a fresh one out of a second smaller chest. Fleeting fingers brushed down the side of her spine following the three scars adorning her right waist, shivers ran involuntarily up her spine, down to her fingers and toes, she stepped away sharply and tugged her shirt over her head. Jack was grinning from ear to ear.

“You know you want me to continue.” Oria danced back away from his reach with a matching grin.

“And you know that we have to go and check on the crew, if they got through the lock the likelihood is that they’ll have got into the crews quarters and hold.” She turned to open the door, Jacks’ hand pressed it closed, the other wrapping about her waist and pulling her back into his body.

“They’re all big strong men, they’ll cope. Besides, there’s been no noise coming from them, the likelihood is that they’re all still fast asleep and completely unaware. We’ve not had five minutes alone since the storm began, I for one am very keen to resume previous… activities.” He nipped at her ear and down the side of her throat, she pushed her hips back into his and he groaned, his grip tightening on her hip pulling her tighter to him.

Oria turned in his grip and wrapped her arms about his shoulders dragging him into a frantic kiss which he quite happily complied with. Jack pushed her back against the door his fingers fleeing under her shirt tickling over heated bronze skin, the muscles tensing under his brief touches. The door bounced behind them as someone tried to enter and found it clamped shut by the weight of two bodies pressed against it, Jack groaned pitifully and rested his head on her shoulder.

“Just a few minutes, just a few minutes.” Oria smiled and eased them both away from the door her body very against the idea of moving away from Jacks’. With a sigh she stepped away from him and opened the door after quickly straightening her shirt, Bootstrap gazed in worriedly.

“Captain Jack.” Jack folded his arms and glared at the man responsible for the intrusion.

“Yes crew man.” Bootstrap stepped into the room, his eyes widened at the sight of the dead woman on the Captains’ floor.

“Three crew men are missing Captain. Course, looks like you’re already on to the reasons behind that.” Jack glanced back at the prone form and nodded.

“Let’s pick up construction work and head for the nearest port; we’re not going to make it to the Isle De Muerta with only one third of a working crew. Get everyone else up; I want guards out every night till we leave. We work from sunrise to sunset, every day till this ship can sail again.” Bootstrap nodded and headed back up deck to shout out orders, Oria picked up her belt and buckled it about her waist as Jack did the same.

“Looks like it’ll be a few more days yet till we’ll have the time and energy spare.” Jack nodded sullenly, he felt like a child on Christmas Eve, allowed to look at the presents but not touch them and Christmas day was not approaching at any reasonable pace. Oria grinned, “At least this will teach you a bit more patience.” He smiled.

“Excellent, couldn’t imagine a better way at all to spend the time, honestly, I really can’t. Than building up patience.” She chuckled and headed out of the door closely followed by Jack.

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Jack wiped the sweat from his brow as the sun began to set; Oria struggled up the ramp supporting a large log with two other men. Jack waved at them, “Leave it at that, we’ll carve it up tomorrow. That’s the last one we’ll need so we’ll get everyone on that.” For three days they had been slaving non stop to get the ship sea-worthy again, everyone working at full tilt except for two who slept most of the day and kept look out at night. So far no more visitors had appeared on the ship and no one had left to join their ghostly ranks.

Oria stumbled over the top of the plank and almost dropped the log catching it just in time. Slowly they lowered it onto the deck, the men panting with the strain and sitting on it fanning themselves with hands and hats. Oria bent over double, this was definitely more strenuous than sword play practice, she wiped the droplets from her brow and stood straighter to stretch the muscles in her back. Jack finished putting the last touches onto a make-shift crane for the yard and climbed back down the rigging wearily.

“Alright everyone, go and get some rest and food.” He stepped alongside Oria, she smiled faintly.

“At least you can’t say life’s boring. Look at all the different rings in the wood!” Jack chuckled and wrapped an arm about her waist pulling her to him.

“Aye, all those rings, fascinating love.” Her arm draped about his waist and they headed for his cabin, Oria ignored the food they had set out that morning knowing they would be too tired to fetch any later. Jack slumped at his desk.

“You’d better eat something or you won’t be able to stand tomorrow.” She waved a hand absently.

“I’m really not hungry; I’ll eat something tomorrow morning.” Jack nodded; he didn’t have the energy to get involved in an argument even a mild one. She sat back up with a groan and kicked her boots off before curling up under the covers.

“You have no idea how glad I am at not having to carry up anymore logs. I think I’ve shrunk about five inches.” Jack chuckled and bit into a hunk of bread before collapsing alongside her on the bed and chewing thoughtfully.

“Well you always were too tall for your own good.” She laughed and rolled over to face him.

“You love it that I’m the same height as you.” He grinned.

“How right you are. Prevents an awful lot of back ache at having to bend down for the smaller varieties.” Oria sat up suddenly her eyes fixed on the door, Jack glanced back, the handle was turning slowly. He slipped off the bed and tossed Oria’s belt at her.

“Just in case.” She slid off the bed and unsheathed one of her cutlasses warily adrenaline removing any feeling of exhaustion. The handle stopped turning and the door cracked open slowly, a face peered in curiously…