The Tolling of the Bell
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
2,128
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
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 22 - Threats
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!
Chapter 22 - Threats
“Why you not visiting me girls anymore Sparrow? You always said mine was the best in town.” Jack glanced up groggily from his sprawled position on the table. Blinking twice before his eyes rested on the wide hipped Madam.
“Never said anything else, have I?” Jack croaked, each word pounding through his skull harder than an anvil. His spinning mind trying to make sense of exactly who was stood in front of him, what they were saying and what they wanted. The face came into sharp focus as the woman leaned forwards to within an inch of his nose.
“You said you’d never go to another pleasure house as long as mine stood. It’s still standing Sparrow but I don’t hear any of me girls coming back with good news of you. None of your coins are gracing their palms either. They’re all saying you refuse them.” The angered words were definitely registering in his rum filled brain; all he had to do was translate them into English. A task that was not so easy with the aftershocks of rum vibrating through his brain. Jack frowned and sat up straighter.
“I need rum.” He announced before stumbling out from behind the table and literally into the bar. With a groan Jack slid to the floor and held his pounding head which had somehow connected with the edge of the wooden counter. After a few pain filled seconds a bottle was pressed into his hand. Popping the cork free the pirate downed a good portion before once again attempting to see the woman who was so angrily addressing him.
“Ah, Madam Rebekah. I’ve not been to any other houses. Here or in any other port.” Jack assured while sucking at the bottle once more and feeling the rum fog begin to lift. The Madam huffed and tugged him to his feet. Jack swigged another dose of his elixir before following her to a table in a dark corner of the room.
“I know you haven’t. You’ve been going around with your own private little whore haven’t you? What’s her name…? Orah, Ario.” Jack raised a finger in warning and scowled as angrily as he could while nursing a hangover and banged head.
“Oria and she’s no whore. I’ll not be hearing anyone address her…” The Madam waved a hand to spare the details. Jack huffed at the dismissal of his explanation and downed another dose of rum.
“Whatever Sparrow. Point is that my girls ain’t happy about it. You’re one of the best paying and one of the few who don’t leave them all battered. This Oria girl best hadn’t be coming into port. There’s more than one owner and girl who would like to get their hands on her, me included. You bring her here Jack…” She made a slicing motion across her throat, Jack’s eyes trailing after it slowly.
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Stumbling to her feet Oria stared at the ship. There she was in all her glory, her beautiful ship, her Tigress. “I’d forgotten just how magnificent she was.” She whispered as her eyes raked over her, greedily drinking in every inch of her splendour.
“She’s mostly rebuilt. Larger than last time, broader and we were able to add a new deck. Truly amazing craftsmanship for the era she came from. Very easy to expand on with our technology. She’s the largest ship in our fleet. Also got rather impressive fire power, cannons on all above water decks, front and rear included.” Oria nodded and felt for the tiger tooth pendent. It almost purred against her fingertips as she drew it free and glanced down at the small drawing that had appeared in the Locker.
“It wasn’t lying.” Oria whispered. “She’s really here.” The ship drew her attention once more and eagerly, she let it.
“Come, you should get reacquainted with your ship. It would also be advisable for us to go through your contract as well.” Beckett announced before heading around the dock to the boarding plank.
“Wait. If it’s the largest why isn’t she yours?” Oria queried suspiciously her mind only just catching up with his speech. Beckett laughed in amusement.
“Because, at the end of the day she was born a feared and dreaded pirate ship and those legends are still known. It would not be fitting for me to be sailing her or claiming any sort of captaincy over her. However, for me to be commanding the last living De Monara and her heathen vessel… well, it gives me a lot more credit than sailing her myself.”
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“This is your cabin.” Beckett swung the door open grandly and motioned for Oria to precede him into the cabin. It could barely be called a cabin, the entire room screamed of luxury. It looked more as if it had been extricated from a Lord’s manor than a ship. Polished planks warm under foot, an elegantly carved desk sat in front of a wall of glass doors that opened onto a balcony at the rear of the ship. Thick curtains and rugs, an alcove to the right where a broad double bed reclined, draped in silks and velvets. Cupboards and wardrobes built into the walls, thousands of secrets all awaiting discovery.
Oria merely stood and gaped as if she was a fish out of water. Every inch of the ship was pristine. Nothing had been spared the opulence and dedication that was shown most prominently in this room. For what felt like the first time in her life Oria was completely lost for words. Nothing ran through her mind and nothing rested on her tongue ready to be sniped with deadly accuracy.
”I trust everything is as it should be.” Beckett queried already knowing her response. She laughed sharply before clamping a hand over her mouth. Fighting back the hysterics Oria turned to Beckett creating a carefully crafted mask of emotionless perfection on her face.
“It’s acceptable.” She affirmed. Beckett smiled faintly at her restrained praise and headed for the desk. She followed him around and watched as he placed a small collection of papers on the smooth desk top. He rifled through them and pulled one free handing it to her absently. Oria took it and trailed her gaze over the smooth parchment.
“That is just ascertaining your new rank in the East India Trading Company. No contracts or anything like that. It is just a certificate recognising you as Captain Oria De Monara of the Tigress. You need to sign it.” Beckett informed her, the next batch of papers ready in his fingertips. Oria nodded and placed the parchment on the desk, Beckett offered her a feathered quill. After a moments hesitation she took it and adorned the parchment with her flourished signature before handing them both back.
“This is your contract. The rules, regulations and general outlines are all on here as well as the forfeits and punishments should they be broken or bent in any way.” Beckett held out another collection of parchments and awaited her to finish reading.
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Jack laughed at the Madam’s statement. “That’s highly unlikely Madam. Oria isn’t the sort to be taken out by a couple of pleasure women.” He chuckled at the thought, even mortal she was a formidable force. The woman leant back and folded her arms.
“Oh. We won’t be going after her. We’ve got money Sparrow and there are many men on this island willing to do anything for a bit of spare change or free pleasure.” Jack watched the woman quietly for a few seconds, taking an evaluative swig of rum before responding.
“You threaten her again, in jest or otherwise and you’ll find it very bad for business. Thanks for the rum.” Jack slammed the empty bottle down and strode out of the tavern without a backwards glance.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
LOL, GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING IT Kimmie I THOUGHT IT WAS A PRETTY GOOD TWIST AND I AIN'T GOT A CLUE WHERE THIS IS GOING SO HOLD ON FOR THE RIDE!
NEXT UPDATE: 19th 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!
Chapter 22 - Threats
“Why you not visiting me girls anymore Sparrow? You always said mine was the best in town.” Jack glanced up groggily from his sprawled position on the table. Blinking twice before his eyes rested on the wide hipped Madam.
“Never said anything else, have I?” Jack croaked, each word pounding through his skull harder than an anvil. His spinning mind trying to make sense of exactly who was stood in front of him, what they were saying and what they wanted. The face came into sharp focus as the woman leaned forwards to within an inch of his nose.
“You said you’d never go to another pleasure house as long as mine stood. It’s still standing Sparrow but I don’t hear any of me girls coming back with good news of you. None of your coins are gracing their palms either. They’re all saying you refuse them.” The angered words were definitely registering in his rum filled brain; all he had to do was translate them into English. A task that was not so easy with the aftershocks of rum vibrating through his brain. Jack frowned and sat up straighter.
“I need rum.” He announced before stumbling out from behind the table and literally into the bar. With a groan Jack slid to the floor and held his pounding head which had somehow connected with the edge of the wooden counter. After a few pain filled seconds a bottle was pressed into his hand. Popping the cork free the pirate downed a good portion before once again attempting to see the woman who was so angrily addressing him.
“Ah, Madam Rebekah. I’ve not been to any other houses. Here or in any other port.” Jack assured while sucking at the bottle once more and feeling the rum fog begin to lift. The Madam huffed and tugged him to his feet. Jack swigged another dose of his elixir before following her to a table in a dark corner of the room.
“I know you haven’t. You’ve been going around with your own private little whore haven’t you? What’s her name…? Orah, Ario.” Jack raised a finger in warning and scowled as angrily as he could while nursing a hangover and banged head.
“Oria and she’s no whore. I’ll not be hearing anyone address her…” The Madam waved a hand to spare the details. Jack huffed at the dismissal of his explanation and downed another dose of rum.
“Whatever Sparrow. Point is that my girls ain’t happy about it. You’re one of the best paying and one of the few who don’t leave them all battered. This Oria girl best hadn’t be coming into port. There’s more than one owner and girl who would like to get their hands on her, me included. You bring her here Jack…” She made a slicing motion across her throat, Jack’s eyes trailing after it slowly.
Stumbling to her feet Oria stared at the ship. There she was in all her glory, her beautiful ship, her Tigress. “I’d forgotten just how magnificent she was.” She whispered as her eyes raked over her, greedily drinking in every inch of her splendour.
“She’s mostly rebuilt. Larger than last time, broader and we were able to add a new deck. Truly amazing craftsmanship for the era she came from. Very easy to expand on with our technology. She’s the largest ship in our fleet. Also got rather impressive fire power, cannons on all above water decks, front and rear included.” Oria nodded and felt for the tiger tooth pendent. It almost purred against her fingertips as she drew it free and glanced down at the small drawing that had appeared in the Locker.
“It wasn’t lying.” Oria whispered. “She’s really here.” The ship drew her attention once more and eagerly, she let it.
“Come, you should get reacquainted with your ship. It would also be advisable for us to go through your contract as well.” Beckett announced before heading around the dock to the boarding plank.
“Wait. If it’s the largest why isn’t she yours?” Oria queried suspiciously her mind only just catching up with his speech. Beckett laughed in amusement.
“Because, at the end of the day she was born a feared and dreaded pirate ship and those legends are still known. It would not be fitting for me to be sailing her or claiming any sort of captaincy over her. However, for me to be commanding the last living De Monara and her heathen vessel… well, it gives me a lot more credit than sailing her myself.”
“This is your cabin.” Beckett swung the door open grandly and motioned for Oria to precede him into the cabin. It could barely be called a cabin, the entire room screamed of luxury. It looked more as if it had been extricated from a Lord’s manor than a ship. Polished planks warm under foot, an elegantly carved desk sat in front of a wall of glass doors that opened onto a balcony at the rear of the ship. Thick curtains and rugs, an alcove to the right where a broad double bed reclined, draped in silks and velvets. Cupboards and wardrobes built into the walls, thousands of secrets all awaiting discovery.
Oria merely stood and gaped as if she was a fish out of water. Every inch of the ship was pristine. Nothing had been spared the opulence and dedication that was shown most prominently in this room. For what felt like the first time in her life Oria was completely lost for words. Nothing ran through her mind and nothing rested on her tongue ready to be sniped with deadly accuracy.
”I trust everything is as it should be.” Beckett queried already knowing her response. She laughed sharply before clamping a hand over her mouth. Fighting back the hysterics Oria turned to Beckett creating a carefully crafted mask of emotionless perfection on her face.
“It’s acceptable.” She affirmed. Beckett smiled faintly at her restrained praise and headed for the desk. She followed him around and watched as he placed a small collection of papers on the smooth desk top. He rifled through them and pulled one free handing it to her absently. Oria took it and trailed her gaze over the smooth parchment.
“That is just ascertaining your new rank in the East India Trading Company. No contracts or anything like that. It is just a certificate recognising you as Captain Oria De Monara of the Tigress. You need to sign it.” Beckett informed her, the next batch of papers ready in his fingertips. Oria nodded and placed the parchment on the desk, Beckett offered her a feathered quill. After a moments hesitation she took it and adorned the parchment with her flourished signature before handing them both back.
“This is your contract. The rules, regulations and general outlines are all on here as well as the forfeits and punishments should they be broken or bent in any way.” Beckett held out another collection of parchments and awaited her to finish reading.
Jack laughed at the Madam’s statement. “That’s highly unlikely Madam. Oria isn’t the sort to be taken out by a couple of pleasure women.” He chuckled at the thought, even mortal she was a formidable force. The woman leant back and folded her arms.
“Oh. We won’t be going after her. We’ve got money Sparrow and there are many men on this island willing to do anything for a bit of spare change or free pleasure.” Jack watched the woman quietly for a few seconds, taking an evaluative swig of rum before responding.
“You threaten her again, in jest or otherwise and you’ll find it very bad for business. Thanks for the rum.” Jack slammed the empty bottle down and strode out of the tavern without a backwards glance.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
LOL, GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING IT Kimmie I THOUGHT IT WAS A PRETTY GOOD TWIST AND I AIN'T GOT A CLUE WHERE THIS IS GOING SO HOLD ON FOR THE RIDE!
NEXT UPDATE: 19th OCTOBER