The Tolling of the Bell
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
2,129
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 23 - Hanging Choice
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 23 – Hanging Choice
Oria laughed as she finished reading the contract and tossed it down onto the desk dismissively. “You want me to capture pirates? Bring them back here to you?”
“There’s only one place for you to go if you don’t take this opportunity.” Oria stepped up to him threateningly.
“What are you going to do? Send me to the stocks?”
“Hang you. Now. There’s a noose in the courtyard. After we’ve hung you then the entire fleet will target the Black Pearl. One order only, kill and destroy. Can you really chance it? Could you live with the fact that the Tigress would be under another’s command? That Jack, his ship and his crew, your only friends died because of you?” He circled her, a predator intimidating its prey, showing its full hand and knowing that it was going to win either way.
Oria glanced down at the desk to where the parchment rested. Mocking her predicament and giggling away hysterically at her choice, either way she would come out a traitor. Beckett prised her hand open and placed the quill there. “Do it.”
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For the first time in a week Jack was smiling. A big, broad grin that shone as bright if not brighter than the Caribbean sun itself. The Black Pearl was beneath him, carrying him over the waves and laughing merrily as the currents tickled her belly. He could feel her jubilation at being on the open sea once more and with a mission in her beautiful mind as she cut through the waves.
A heavy knocking shocked him awake. Rolling over Jack glared at the offending doorway. “What’d’ya want? I’m sleeping.” He shouted and pulled the blanket over his head to block out any further noise.
“Jack we’ve got important news.” Will’s voice vibrated through the doorway. Jack plugged the blanket into his ears. It was too early, or late, either way there was too much of a hangover to even contemplate leaving his bed. Snuggling up tighter under the blanket Jack placed his pillow over his head to block out the continued voice of the lad.
A few moments of silence passed as he began to drift back into sleep. With a shriek he tossed the pillow and blanket aside and sat upright to glare at the offending prodder. “Don’t you know to let sleeping dogs lie? Besides it’s rude to poke a man in his side sleeping or otherwise.” Jack grumbled and glared at Will his eyes trailing past him to the second figure in the room. Elizabeth blushed crimson and looked away tucking a stray hair behind her ear as Jack pulled the discarded blanket back up over his disgruntled and naked form.
“Well what’s this all important news that qualifies pokings?” Jack quipped as he scrabbled to his feet clasping the blanket about his hips tightly and casting an eye suspiciously at Elizabeth. He wouldn’t put it past her to take a sneaky-peek should the mood take her.
“Jack it’s all over town.” Will began, watching with a cocked eyebrow as Jack began to tug his pants back on. He was vainly attempting to maintain some dignity with the blanket shielding him, which involved much hopping and shuffling.
“Well, spit it out.” Jack snapped as he grappled his belt into submission and let the blanket drop.
“There’s word that…” Will stumbled off course. “I mean it just sounds like some silly legend. Probably a drunken tale…” Elizabeth shook her head at his pathetic attempt at explaining.
“Jack, there’s word that the Tigress is abroad. A pirate crew claims to have seen her in dock at Port Royal.” Jack’s fingers stopped working on the un-cooperating belt as his mind reeled with the information. Could it possibly be true? Could Beckett have raised the Tigress? What chance did he stand of getting Oria back if that was his price? He stumbled to his desk and sank into the chair pulling a rum bottle free and slurping down a good dose.
“What do we do if she is?” Will queried into the silence. Jack turned black eyes onto him assessing the lad for something that neither truly knew.
“What do we do if Oria is in command of her?” Elizabeth murmured drawing everyone’s attention to that possibility.
“Pray.” Jack whispered in response seeking more solace in the bottle and finding nothing but the usual fire.
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Oria flicked through the papers till she reached the last page. Swallowing nervously she signed the page and handed it to Beckett without meeting his gaze. She could see the smile spreading across his face. They both knew he had her in a box with no escape.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Beckett folded the page and placed it in his inner coat pocket. “Now we already have a fine crew of sailors which are coming aboard now. You sail at the afternoon tide and until then you shall be accompanied around the town to buy some more respectable clothing, accessories and the such.” He cast an eye over her torn shirt and the bare expanse of flesh beneath. “All of your travels shall be overseen by Admiral Norrington. He shall be in the First Mate’s cabin and with you in the town and on this ship. Ensuring your unfaltering loyalty,” Oria gritted her teeth.
“Your little pet,” She snapped, hating her new status instantly. He grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. He loved this control, knowing that she wouldn’t dare lay a finger on him in case he followed through with his threat of the Pearl and Jack.
“Precisely. Now be a good little bitch and await Admiral Norrington.” Beckett smiled cruelly and stepped out of the cabin, locking the door after him. Oria clenched her fists and jaw furiously wishing there was something she could have thrown at his retreating back. She would have screamed her frustration but knew that would only have pleased the infuriating little man.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
LOL, VERY GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING THE STORY Kimmie HAVE TO SAY IT'S GREAT FUN TO WRITE IT AS WELL! HOPE EVERYONE ELSE IS FINDING IT INTERESTING AS WELL!
NEXT UPDATE: 26TH 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 23 – Hanging Choice
Oria laughed as she finished reading the contract and tossed it down onto the desk dismissively. “You want me to capture pirates? Bring them back here to you?”
“There’s only one place for you to go if you don’t take this opportunity.” Oria stepped up to him threateningly.
“What are you going to do? Send me to the stocks?”
“Hang you. Now. There’s a noose in the courtyard. After we’ve hung you then the entire fleet will target the Black Pearl. One order only, kill and destroy. Can you really chance it? Could you live with the fact that the Tigress would be under another’s command? That Jack, his ship and his crew, your only friends died because of you?” He circled her, a predator intimidating its prey, showing its full hand and knowing that it was going to win either way.
Oria glanced down at the desk to where the parchment rested. Mocking her predicament and giggling away hysterically at her choice, either way she would come out a traitor. Beckett prised her hand open and placed the quill there. “Do it.”
For the first time in a week Jack was smiling. A big, broad grin that shone as bright if not brighter than the Caribbean sun itself. The Black Pearl was beneath him, carrying him over the waves and laughing merrily as the currents tickled her belly. He could feel her jubilation at being on the open sea once more and with a mission in her beautiful mind as she cut through the waves.
A heavy knocking shocked him awake. Rolling over Jack glared at the offending doorway. “What’d’ya want? I’m sleeping.” He shouted and pulled the blanket over his head to block out any further noise.
“Jack we’ve got important news.” Will’s voice vibrated through the doorway. Jack plugged the blanket into his ears. It was too early, or late, either way there was too much of a hangover to even contemplate leaving his bed. Snuggling up tighter under the blanket Jack placed his pillow over his head to block out the continued voice of the lad.
A few moments of silence passed as he began to drift back into sleep. With a shriek he tossed the pillow and blanket aside and sat upright to glare at the offending prodder. “Don’t you know to let sleeping dogs lie? Besides it’s rude to poke a man in his side sleeping or otherwise.” Jack grumbled and glared at Will his eyes trailing past him to the second figure in the room. Elizabeth blushed crimson and looked away tucking a stray hair behind her ear as Jack pulled the discarded blanket back up over his disgruntled and naked form.
“Well what’s this all important news that qualifies pokings?” Jack quipped as he scrabbled to his feet clasping the blanket about his hips tightly and casting an eye suspiciously at Elizabeth. He wouldn’t put it past her to take a sneaky-peek should the mood take her.
“Jack it’s all over town.” Will began, watching with a cocked eyebrow as Jack began to tug his pants back on. He was vainly attempting to maintain some dignity with the blanket shielding him, which involved much hopping and shuffling.
“Well, spit it out.” Jack snapped as he grappled his belt into submission and let the blanket drop.
“There’s word that…” Will stumbled off course. “I mean it just sounds like some silly legend. Probably a drunken tale…” Elizabeth shook her head at his pathetic attempt at explaining.
“Jack, there’s word that the Tigress is abroad. A pirate crew claims to have seen her in dock at Port Royal.” Jack’s fingers stopped working on the un-cooperating belt as his mind reeled with the information. Could it possibly be true? Could Beckett have raised the Tigress? What chance did he stand of getting Oria back if that was his price? He stumbled to his desk and sank into the chair pulling a rum bottle free and slurping down a good dose.
“What do we do if she is?” Will queried into the silence. Jack turned black eyes onto him assessing the lad for something that neither truly knew.
“What do we do if Oria is in command of her?” Elizabeth murmured drawing everyone’s attention to that possibility.
“Pray.” Jack whispered in response seeking more solace in the bottle and finding nothing but the usual fire.
Oria flicked through the papers till she reached the last page. Swallowing nervously she signed the page and handed it to Beckett without meeting his gaze. She could see the smile spreading across his face. They both knew he had her in a box with no escape.
“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Beckett folded the page and placed it in his inner coat pocket. “Now we already have a fine crew of sailors which are coming aboard now. You sail at the afternoon tide and until then you shall be accompanied around the town to buy some more respectable clothing, accessories and the such.” He cast an eye over her torn shirt and the bare expanse of flesh beneath. “All of your travels shall be overseen by Admiral Norrington. He shall be in the First Mate’s cabin and with you in the town and on this ship. Ensuring your unfaltering loyalty,” Oria gritted her teeth.
“Your little pet,” She snapped, hating her new status instantly. He grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. He loved this control, knowing that she wouldn’t dare lay a finger on him in case he followed through with his threat of the Pearl and Jack.
“Precisely. Now be a good little bitch and await Admiral Norrington.” Beckett smiled cruelly and stepped out of the cabin, locking the door after him. Oria clenched her fists and jaw furiously wishing there was something she could have thrown at his retreating back. She would have screamed her frustration but knew that would only have pleased the infuriating little man.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
LOL, VERY GLAD YOU'RE ENJOYING THE STORY Kimmie HAVE TO SAY IT'S GREAT FUN TO WRITE IT AS WELL! HOPE EVERYONE ELSE IS FINDING IT INTERESTING AS WELL!
NEXT UPDATE: 26TH OCTOBER