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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
1,968
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 24 - Trust?
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Twisted Views
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
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 or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 24 – Trust?
Jack paused as he realised there was someone already occupying his chair before smiling at the silhouette of Oria. She was bent over a piece of parchment scribbling something, he cleared his throat. Oria’s head snapped up and she smiled faintly, “Just plotting your little escapade into the Turkish prison.” Jack nodded and glanced over her shoulder at the map. She paused and glanced at him curiously as his hand rested on her back, Jack snapped his hand away sharply with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, force of habit.” Oria raised an eyebrow, well she wasn’t going to complain about the contact, slowly she focused back on the map. Jack cursed himself, he had to be careful now, he had suspicions as to why she was being so helpful. Unfortunately that meant minimising contact so that he could keep a clear head.
“Do you need the desk?” She whispered as her eyes and fingers traced over the sketch as if seeking to make it three dimensional.
“No, I came to ask you for the co-ordinates of the prison.” Oria paused with a frown and glanced up at him.
“Your compass?” Jack focused on the map.
“Can’t find it, must have put it somewhere too safe.” Her eyes trailed down to his hip where the compass was dangling from.
“Yes it does seem to be missing doesn’t it?” He scowled at her in a distinct ‘don’t say anything’ kind of way. She smirked, “So poor old Jack doesn’t know what he wants.” He glared at her use of words, she merely smirked again and turned back to her drawing. She sketched in another passage and paused before adding a side-alley and a door. He snapped the compass from his belt and held it out in front of her.
“Well if you know what you want you use it.” Oria glanced up at him and shook her head.
“I can’t.” Jack scowled and was about to question why when she scooped up the parchment, ink pot and quill and slipped out of the room faster than a gun shot. He shrugged and sank into his seat, Oria returned a few seconds later with a scrap of parchment and dropped it on the desk in front of him before beating another hasty retreat. He glanced down at it and smiled, she had hastily scribbled the co-ordinates down.
Oria shook her head slowly as she closed the door after her, one stupid apology and she was back where she had been before. She couldn’t go anywhere near the compass, she’d forgotten that complication, if she went too close she couldn’t guaranteed where it would rest. There were only two things it could rest on but either of those would be deadly.
:/
James snapped his spy glass closed and glanced at Groves, “We’re gaining on them. What’s they’re perceived course?” Groves questioned the cartographer before responding to Norrington.
“He believes they’re heading for the Turkish prison as you expected. What’s your course of action Commodore?” James contemplated his options, all the time that girl’s face hovering mockingly in front of his eyes.
“We blow their precious ship down to the depths, rescue any survivors and execute them.” Groves nodded and headed down to get the crew moving. James sighed heavily and focused on the swirling mists that he knew shielded the Pearl. He would have that girl hung, he couldn’t allow a demon to live now that he knew about it. Just thinking about her made him sick, just remembering that at one point he would have given anything to lie with her. To have spent just one night with her had once been all he had thought he would ever want.
Now the sweet lullaby that sung him to sleep was the thought that when she was gone no one would be caught up in her spell again. That he would be free from her enchantments.
:/
Oria glanced backwards and frowned through the swirling mists sure that her eyes weren’t deceiving her and that white sails were really flitting between the murky swirls and coils. Slowly she stood up and headed for Jack’s cabin the parchment clutched in one hand. She rapped smartly on the door and didn’t wait for an answer before slamming it open and tossing the parchment down on his desk, “Your map.”
Jack glanced up from his charts and spread the parchment to study the scrawl on it, “This will get me to and from the room containing the drawing safely?” Oria nodded.
“Aye, it’ll get you in and out of the prison safe enough. How you get to it from the Pearl and back is up to you. They change the external watches frequently meaning I really can’t advise you on it unfortunately.” Jack nodded slowly.
“Shouldn’t be too hard.” Oria glanced around the room quickly, she noted the absence of any full rum bottles.
“I’ll go to the hold, you seem to have a distinct lack of rum.” Jack snapped his gaze to her.
“Is this where you poison me?” She smirked slightly.
“Jack if I wanted to kill you I can assure you that poison is far too under-handed for me. Too discreet, people should know who is ending their lives. Besides, you haven’t given me a reason to want to kill you yet.” Jack nodded slowly and she turned to leave the room.
“I trust you.” Oria paused and glanced backwards at him, she nodded and left the room. Fool of a man trying to appeal to her sense of moral decency by entreating her with sentiments supposed to arouse compassion. The damned thing was… it did. After all, no one else dared trust her, she wasn’t entirely sure if Jack did any more either… at least perhaps not as much as before.
Crossing the deck swiftly she jogged down to the cargo hold and locked the door after her. Heading for the back of the hold she sat on a crate and drew a dagger and small phial of sea water from her pocket. Slashing her palm she let a few drops fall into the phial and waited.
A few minutes later Maccus stepped out of the shadows a wide grin on his face, “You called?” Oria smiled evilly and motioned for him to sit opposite her.
“I’ve got a job for Davy Jones.” Maccus chuckled and sank down onto the crate opposite her.
“What is his payment?” Oria smiled wider.
“There’s a ship following us, I need him to create a hurricane and he can have everyone on board that vessel and the ship itself. BUT… and this is a big one so listen carefully, in return for all of these souls I’m so kindly informing him of I want him to leave one man alive. The Commodore, he and he alone must live, no one else.” Maccus nodded slowly.
“Why him?” Oria stood up slowly shrugging.
“He’s a good honest type of man, he won’t be able to handle the defeat and loss. He’ll fall into drink and insanity, a far worse fate than any Davy Jones could deal for him. A living death, too much honour and anger to remove his own life but too despairing to really want to live anymore.” Maccus chuckled and stood up facing her, he trailed a taloned finger down the side of her face.
“You haven’t changed at all since we first met all those years ago. You’re still cruelly heartless, I never thought you’d appeal to Sparrow, I thought you’d be too dark. But then… you were always good at changing your tactics to entreat anyone into love.” She batted his hand away sharply.
“Go and tell him now. He can spread the hurricane as far as he likes.” Maccus nodded curtly and stormed off. Oria grabbed a bottle of rum and headed back up to the deck, she spotted Gibbs and grasped his arm, “Lower the anchors and secure the ship.” He scowled at her.
“Jack said no delays.” Oria glared at him and pointed to the horizon where the beginnings of a storm were brewing.
“That enough of a reason to lay anchor? Or would you rather risk being swept off course?” Gibbs nodded and hurried about the deck shouting at the crew hastily as the storm closed in.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
SORRY FOR THE DELAY, COMPUTER DIED LAST NIGHT SO AM CURRENTLY BORROWING MY BEST MATE’S LAPTOP FOR TONIGHT AND GETTING A NEW COMPUTER TOMORROW! WOOHOO!
ANYWAY WHEN COMPUTER DIED IT DELETED THE TRAILER SO I’M NOT POSTING ONE, I WILL POST THE FIRST CHAPTER OF ‘HOPES, DREAMS AND RELAISATIONS’ TOMORROW DEFINITELY!! NO EXCUSES!!
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ AND REVIEWED ‘TWISTED VIEWS’ HOPE TO SEE YOU ALL BACK FOR ‘HOPES, DREAMS AND REALISATIONS’ TOMORROW!!
Title: Twisted Views
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
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 or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 24 – Trust?
Jack paused as he realised there was someone already occupying his chair before smiling at the silhouette of Oria. She was bent over a piece of parchment scribbling something, he cleared his throat. Oria’s head snapped up and she smiled faintly, “Just plotting your little escapade into the Turkish prison.” Jack nodded and glanced over her shoulder at the map. She paused and glanced at him curiously as his hand rested on her back, Jack snapped his hand away sharply with an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, force of habit.” Oria raised an eyebrow, well she wasn’t going to complain about the contact, slowly she focused back on the map. Jack cursed himself, he had to be careful now, he had suspicions as to why she was being so helpful. Unfortunately that meant minimising contact so that he could keep a clear head.
“Do you need the desk?” She whispered as her eyes and fingers traced over the sketch as if seeking to make it three dimensional.
“No, I came to ask you for the co-ordinates of the prison.” Oria paused with a frown and glanced up at him.
“Your compass?” Jack focused on the map.
“Can’t find it, must have put it somewhere too safe.” Her eyes trailed down to his hip where the compass was dangling from.
“Yes it does seem to be missing doesn’t it?” He scowled at her in a distinct ‘don’t say anything’ kind of way. She smirked, “So poor old Jack doesn’t know what he wants.” He glared at her use of words, she merely smirked again and turned back to her drawing. She sketched in another passage and paused before adding a side-alley and a door. He snapped the compass from his belt and held it out in front of her.
“Well if you know what you want you use it.” Oria glanced up at him and shook her head.
“I can’t.” Jack scowled and was about to question why when she scooped up the parchment, ink pot and quill and slipped out of the room faster than a gun shot. He shrugged and sank into his seat, Oria returned a few seconds later with a scrap of parchment and dropped it on the desk in front of him before beating another hasty retreat. He glanced down at it and smiled, she had hastily scribbled the co-ordinates down.
Oria shook her head slowly as she closed the door after her, one stupid apology and she was back where she had been before. She couldn’t go anywhere near the compass, she’d forgotten that complication, if she went too close she couldn’t guaranteed where it would rest. There were only two things it could rest on but either of those would be deadly.
:/
James snapped his spy glass closed and glanced at Groves, “We’re gaining on them. What’s they’re perceived course?” Groves questioned the cartographer before responding to Norrington.
“He believes they’re heading for the Turkish prison as you expected. What’s your course of action Commodore?” James contemplated his options, all the time that girl’s face hovering mockingly in front of his eyes.
“We blow their precious ship down to the depths, rescue any survivors and execute them.” Groves nodded and headed down to get the crew moving. James sighed heavily and focused on the swirling mists that he knew shielded the Pearl. He would have that girl hung, he couldn’t allow a demon to live now that he knew about it. Just thinking about her made him sick, just remembering that at one point he would have given anything to lie with her. To have spent just one night with her had once been all he had thought he would ever want.
Now the sweet lullaby that sung him to sleep was the thought that when she was gone no one would be caught up in her spell again. That he would be free from her enchantments.
:/
Oria glanced backwards and frowned through the swirling mists sure that her eyes weren’t deceiving her and that white sails were really flitting between the murky swirls and coils. Slowly she stood up and headed for Jack’s cabin the parchment clutched in one hand. She rapped smartly on the door and didn’t wait for an answer before slamming it open and tossing the parchment down on his desk, “Your map.”
Jack glanced up from his charts and spread the parchment to study the scrawl on it, “This will get me to and from the room containing the drawing safely?” Oria nodded.
“Aye, it’ll get you in and out of the prison safe enough. How you get to it from the Pearl and back is up to you. They change the external watches frequently meaning I really can’t advise you on it unfortunately.” Jack nodded slowly.
“Shouldn’t be too hard.” Oria glanced around the room quickly, she noted the absence of any full rum bottles.
“I’ll go to the hold, you seem to have a distinct lack of rum.” Jack snapped his gaze to her.
“Is this where you poison me?” She smirked slightly.
“Jack if I wanted to kill you I can assure you that poison is far too under-handed for me. Too discreet, people should know who is ending their lives. Besides, you haven’t given me a reason to want to kill you yet.” Jack nodded slowly and she turned to leave the room.
“I trust you.” Oria paused and glanced backwards at him, she nodded and left the room. Fool of a man trying to appeal to her sense of moral decency by entreating her with sentiments supposed to arouse compassion. The damned thing was… it did. After all, no one else dared trust her, she wasn’t entirely sure if Jack did any more either… at least perhaps not as much as before.
Crossing the deck swiftly she jogged down to the cargo hold and locked the door after her. Heading for the back of the hold she sat on a crate and drew a dagger and small phial of sea water from her pocket. Slashing her palm she let a few drops fall into the phial and waited.
A few minutes later Maccus stepped out of the shadows a wide grin on his face, “You called?” Oria smiled evilly and motioned for him to sit opposite her.
“I’ve got a job for Davy Jones.” Maccus chuckled and sank down onto the crate opposite her.
“What is his payment?” Oria smiled wider.
“There’s a ship following us, I need him to create a hurricane and he can have everyone on board that vessel and the ship itself. BUT… and this is a big one so listen carefully, in return for all of these souls I’m so kindly informing him of I want him to leave one man alive. The Commodore, he and he alone must live, no one else.” Maccus nodded slowly.
“Why him?” Oria stood up slowly shrugging.
“He’s a good honest type of man, he won’t be able to handle the defeat and loss. He’ll fall into drink and insanity, a far worse fate than any Davy Jones could deal for him. A living death, too much honour and anger to remove his own life but too despairing to really want to live anymore.” Maccus chuckled and stood up facing her, he trailed a taloned finger down the side of her face.
“You haven’t changed at all since we first met all those years ago. You’re still cruelly heartless, I never thought you’d appeal to Sparrow, I thought you’d be too dark. But then… you were always good at changing your tactics to entreat anyone into love.” She batted his hand away sharply.
“Go and tell him now. He can spread the hurricane as far as he likes.” Maccus nodded curtly and stormed off. Oria grabbed a bottle of rum and headed back up to the deck, she spotted Gibbs and grasped his arm, “Lower the anchors and secure the ship.” He scowled at her.
“Jack said no delays.” Oria glared at him and pointed to the horizon where the beginnings of a storm were brewing.
“That enough of a reason to lay anchor? Or would you rather risk being swept off course?” Gibbs nodded and hurried about the deck shouting at the crew hastily as the storm closed in.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
SORRY FOR THE DELAY, COMPUTER DIED LAST NIGHT SO AM CURRENTLY BORROWING MY BEST MATE’S LAPTOP FOR TONIGHT AND GETTING A NEW COMPUTER TOMORROW! WOOHOO!
ANYWAY WHEN COMPUTER DIED IT DELETED THE TRAILER SO I’M NOT POSTING ONE, I WILL POST THE FIRST CHAPTER OF ‘HOPES, DREAMS AND RELAISATIONS’ TOMORROW DEFINITELY!! NO EXCUSES!!
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ AND REVIEWED ‘TWISTED VIEWS’ HOPE TO SEE YOU ALL BACK FOR ‘HOPES, DREAMS AND REALISATIONS’ TOMORROW!!