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 23 - Onslaught

Jack gave a sigh of relief, as Jacobs stepped into the room warily, a quirked grin on his handsome face, “Sorry Captain, didn’t know what you might be up to and didn’t want to interrupt… anything.” He glanced at Oria who slowly lowered her cutlass, Jack didn’t like the way he was grazing his eyes over her.

“What is it Jacob?” The man glanced at Jack.

“We’ve spotted a group of them, the ramps up but they’re not backing off, what do you want us to do?” Jack glanced at Oria.

“Get us out of the bay, wake up the crew, get us into the sea, we’ll lay anchor there. There’s only a bit more work that needs to be done.” The door flew open suddenly and Jacobs gave a scream as a spear went through his heart, Oria leapt backwards in shock as the male stalked in glaring at them. Jack stood staring in disbelief as the male tugged his spear free and growled at them both, Oria reacted first dragging her cutlass out of its’ sheath she slashed at the man, he leapt backwards sharply and hissed at her, swinging his pike roughly.

She leapt backwards, the tip just slashing through her shirt and scratching her belly faintly. Without faltering in her stride she drew her second cutlass and attacked again swinging for both his belly and throat simultaneously, he blocked with the pike, Jack leapt in quickly behind the male and sank his cutlass into the male’s spine sharply, he crowed in pain and slumped down. Oria stared at the stain of blood on her shirt.

“Why? Why me, what the hell have I done?” Jack glanced out of the door, the rest of the crew were fending off a small hunting group of tattooed men and women combined, each armed with the vicious pikes.

“No time love come on.” He leapt into the fray Oria on his heels; Jack leapt over one of the pikes swoops at his belly and slashed it, watching with some satisfaction as the sharpened tip dangled limply from it. The blunt end flicked around and smacked him over the head; Jack stumbled backwards as a kaleidoscope of colours burst in front of his eyes. His feet connected with a rope and he fell onto his backside, arms flailing in vain attempts to right himself.

Pushing the bandana off his eyes he stared up as the man with the damaged pike charged him, a shot went off and the man stumbled, the hole through his heart enough to stop him from skewering Jack. Jack shuffled away from the fallen body that lay next to him. He glanced across the deck searching for his saviour and gave a shout as Oria lowered the pistol; she turned at the last minute and ducked the pike heading for her spine.

Rolling over on the deck she crossed both cutlasses as the pike threatened her once more. Catching it neatly between the two swords, she sat up slightly and kicked it aside with one foot before standing smoothly and slicing the mans throat neatly. He gurgled and fell backwards; Jack heaved a sigh of relief and stumbled to his feet finding himself back in the action fending off a pair of pikes that harboured a particular like for his neck.

He snapped one in half with a violent swing and ducked the other slashing at the woman’s legs. She gave an angry cry and glanced down at the blood, she turned sharply on her heel and shouted something in a rough guttural language, the rest of the cannibals turned at her voice and began to back off towards the edge of the ship. One by one they jumped back into the ocean and swam for the beach. Oria stumbled over wearily to stand next Jack.

“I think you found their leader.” He grinned slightly, “Nice bruise.” He scowled and glanced down at himself.

“Where?” She stepped up to him and kissed him lightly on the side of his neck.

“There.” She smirked slightly at the grin on his face, he shook himself slightly.

“Right…” his voice came out several octaves higher than usual; he cleared his throat quickly before continuing, “Better get this ship out into the sea then before they return with reinforcements.” Oria watched him walk away to the helm.

“Jack?” He turned with a smile.

“Aye?” Oria pointed in the opposite direction.

“The helm’s that way.” Jack glanced up at the prow and back over his shoulder with a sheepish grin.

“I knew that, I was just testing you to make sure you knew your way around a ship.” He jogged back in the other direction and up the steps to the helm, Oria watched him go biting her lip to stop from laughing. Bootstrap stepped away from the helm when Jack eventually made it to the wheel.

“Don’t say a word.” Bootstrap grinned.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about Captain.” Jack shook his head.

“Come on you lazy dogs, the sooner we get her into open ocean the sooner we can get some sleep.” The crew gave a few cheers and went about the ship getting her into a fit state to sail the few metres to the ocean.

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Oria woke to the gentle rocking of the ocean; Jack had already left choosing not to wake her. Easing herself up she glanced about the cabin, sure enough there was a note and small plate of food, she glanced down at it, only two words adorned the scrap of parchment, ‘Eat it’. She glanced at the plate, scraps of salted meat and a chunk of bread, it turned her stomach. Glancing back at the parchment she shrugged, she knew better than to starve and picked up the bread before heading out of the cabin and into the scorching heat of the morning Caribbean sun.

She glanced up at the yard; the majority of the remaining crew were helping to fix it. Jack grinned down at her and watched as she made her way up the rigging, “How’s it coming along?” Jack stared in silence; the rising sun was framing her outline in gold and glinting red off her hair. He shook his head when he heard the siren whisper his name, “Jack?”

“Sorry, day dreaming. We’ll be right to sail tomorrow morning, possibly later today if we really pick our feet up.” Oria nodded.

“What needs doing?” Jack glanced about before resting on the torn sail on the deck; a couple of men were attempting working on one end.

“How about fixing the sail at this end?” She glared at him and he waved a hand already knowing what she was going to say, “It’s not because you’re a woman, we’ve only got two men free and there’s a hell of a lot of tears. Swear on my life, when everything else’s sorted I’ll be helping too. Honestly.” Oria sighed and scrambled back down pulling up a barrel and taking the proffered whale bone needle and sinew.

The men began to chant various sea shanties, chortling between themselves at the crude lyrics as their needles dipped in and out of the thick material in synchrony an occasional glance at Oria just to make sure she wasn’t going to kill them. Everyone looked up when a primal rhythm echoed out of the jungle beat on drums, Oria stood up and gazed out towards the beach, the tribe had started up a massive bonfire and were putting the tips of their spears into it. Jack frowned at them.

“What are they doing?” Oria stared in disbelief.

“Shit, get us out of range now!” The spears flew through the air towards the ship, none hit but already the tribe was preparing a second volley. Jack practically fell down the rigging followed by the crew as they hurried to get the ship as far away as possible from the island. Not an easy feat with the main mast out of use, Oria watched the tribe as they threw the last volley before more appeared dragging canoes. Oria jogged up to the helm and gazed out back, they were moving fast, “Jack they’re going to catch up. We need to be faster.” Jack shook his head.

“There’s nothing more we can get out of her without the main mast. Brace for boarding.” The crew stopped whatever they were doing and stood in suspension, waiting for the inevitable brush of the canoes and scrambling feet. As sure as the wind blows the sound of wood brushing wood echoed out over the silent deck, the pirates shifted uncomfortably as silence floated about them eerily, screaming in their ears. Several drew pistols and aimed at the holes in the railings, one man began to lose his nerve and edged forwards, Oria moved towards him.

“No stay where you are!” Too late she shouted the warning, they watched as a pike was thrust upwards straight through his chest. He screamed as he was tossed down into the canoe, Oria stepped backwards and drew both of her pistols aiming them at the hole warily.

Everyone’s attention shifted to it and they waited for the tribes’ man to appear, several hammers clicked into place in preparation. A scream came from behind them and the pirates turned as one as a second man was tossed into the canoe below, a large dark skinned man bared his teeth as a few more clambered up behind him. Oria fired at the leader watching as the shot bit into his chest deeply, something slammed into her temple sending her flying into the steps both pistols spinning from her grasp.

The men cried out in despair as they realised there were tribes’ men on both sides of them. Oria shook herself and tried to stand up only to find a body pressed over hers, its’ hands constricting about her throat tightly. She scrabbled for her cutlass or another pistol, but they were trapped beneath her, her hands grasped the mans’ tightly and tried to tug them away. The man growled at her and tightened his grasp more.