Taming A Dragon
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
1,867
Reviews:
13
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Chapter 25 - Good News Or Bad
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.
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 whatever’s good!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 25 - Good News Or Bad?
Oria glanced across at Jack; they were sat in a tavern with the rest of the crew picking out random people to approach. The smoke from the pipes and stench of ales, meads and rum coiled about the room like ghostly fingers. Oria turned her attention to the dagger she had been playing with for the past two hours. Footsteps came to the desk which Jack was leaning on bored beyond comprehension.
“Heard you’re looking for a crew.” Jack and Oria glanced up simultaneously at the gruff voice; in front of them was a motley bunch of mismatched sailors. Oria sat up sharply, she had a severe dislike of the man already, he was the typical pirate looker, wide brimmed hat with a feather, long grey jacket and a decidedly rough looking set of britches, boots and shirt, “I’ve got a complete crew ready and waiting for a ship and Captain.” Jack stared up at the face, not really registering anything; he shook himself when Oria stood up.
“A whole crew.” He butted in before Oria could speak, “We already have six, you’ve got ten or more?” The man nodded.
“Aye, group of twelve all served many years behind the mast. Loyal to the end.” Jack scowled at him.
“What’s your name?” The pirate leaned forward with a grin and placed grubby hands on the table.
“Barbossa, Hector Barbossa.” Jack nodded.
“Good, you’re hired then, report to the Black Pearl tomorrow noon.” Barbossa nodded and led the group of men away, several leering back at Oria, she was bristling and rounded on Jack.
“Why did you hire them?” Jack met her gaze, the previous activities taking their toll on his energy levels.
“They were a whole crew, we need to leave early tomorrow or risk Navy intervention. They’ll be here for a good few days, they’re on shore leave.” Oria glared at him.
“I don’t trust him, there’s something… Jack my instincts are rarely wrong.” Jack sighed and leaned back.
“They won’t do anything, they’re treasure hunters, just hitching along for the ride.” Oria laughed slightly.
“You’ve told haven’t you?” Jack avoided her gaze as it turned to murderous, “Exactly how many people know we’re going in search of the Isle De Muerta?” Jack cleared his throat and adopted a pleasant if worried smile.
“Only… well, look the point is that it got us a crew faster than usual.” Oria gritted her teeth for a few seconds before slumping into the chair next to him; Jack glanced across at her, “Look…” She waved a hand.
“Forget it, I might be wrong. If I’m not then we’ll cope, we always do, we’ve faced cannibals, pirates, Davy Jones. You name it we’ve overcome it.” Jack grinned and stood up.
“Come on, let’s get some rest in.” Oria nodded and followed him up the back steps into the taverns rooms.
:/
Tia Dalma glanced down at the crab claws, their path was changing, a new element had entered their lives. She picked up all but one of the claws and studied it, a grin breaking over her face. The bomb shell was about to be dropped, just like she had sensed all those weeks ago, those early stirrings all too clear to the claws.
:/
Oria stared at the plate of food and pushed it away, Jack frowned already busily tucking in to a slice of ham, “You didn’t eat anything last night either.” She leaned back in her chair, her fingers running over the bottom of the corset.
“I’m just not hungry.” Jack dropped the ham back onto his plate and headed for the door, “Where are you going, you’ve not finished?” Jack glanced back.
“I’m getting Bootstrap; he’s got a bit of medical expertise.” Oria chased after him.
“I’m not sick; I just… feel it, a bit.” Jack pushed her back into the room and into the chair.
“Just stay there.” She folded her arms in annoyance, he pointed a finger at her threateningly and she nodded.
“I won’t move, promise.” Jack disappeared out of the room and hunted around for Bootstrap. He returned five minutes later dragging him by the elbow, the other man though of a bigger build was following like a puppy too docile a man to really object to anything. Jack locked the door after them,
“Right, I want to know why she’s not eating.” Oria gritted her teeth.
“For gods’ sake Jack, I told you I’m just not hungry.” Bootstrap knelt in front of her; he already had an inkling of what was going on.
“Why aren’t you hungry?” Oria glared at him.
“Look, it’s just a bit of a stomach upset that’s all, I just don’t feel too great in the mornings. That’s it nothing more. Everyone gets it every now and again. Will you just tell him that please, he seems to have gone deaf in the ear that listens to me.” Bootstrap grinned and glanced back at Jack.
“Mind if I touch her?” Oria nearly leapt out of the chair in outrage as Jack nodded.
“Where does my say come in to this?” Bootstrap grasped her wrists to halt any further motion away from him.
“I won’t hurt you, just lie back, I only want to feel your stomach, that’s all I swear.” Slowly she calmed down and let him guide her over to the bed, tugging the corset loose till he could fit his hands underneath. He pressed gently a slight grin creeping over his features.
“Been busy with her?” Jack blushed slightly and avoided his gaze.
“Not that you need to know but… yes.” Bootstrap smiled, he remembered that feeling from his own wife, lifting his hands free he helped her realign the corset. She was looking distinctly unimpressed with the treatment and glared at them both as she slumped back into the chair.
“It’s totally normal that she doesn’t want to eat in a morning. She’s pregnant.” Jacks’ jaw dropped.
“What?” Bootstrap grinned; Jack glanced between the two of them.
“You’re joking right?” Bootstrap shook his head, the grin still firmly in place, Oria stood up swiftly and headed for the door, Jack blocked her, “Where are you going?”
“To a doctor.”
“I am right; I remember the feeling when my wife was pregnant with our William.” Oria turned to look at him.
“I’m not going to get it confirmed; I’m going to get rid of it.” Jack froze, granted he was unsure about the whole kid thing but he couldn’t make a decision like that on the spot. Bootstrap looked equally surprised.
“I really think you should think this through first. You’re not thinking straight yet, the news won’t have sunk in properly yet. At least leave it a day.” Jack tightened his grip as she tried to get around him again.
“Just one day, please. He’s right; we need to think about this.” Oria glared at him, “You were raised on a ship so you can’t argue against that, it would just take some adaptation.” Bootstrap stood up quietly.
“I’ll leave you to talk.” Oria watched him leave, her jaw still gritted as tight as Jacks’ hold on her. He watched her for a few seconds.
“Just one day please, it’s too much to take in now. We can delay the trip to the Isle one day; I’ll send Bootstrap to the docks, that way we’ll have the time to think this through.” She knew she wouldn’t get past him so nodded and retreated back into the room, watching as he shouted down the corridor at Bootstrap. Her fingers ran through her hair shakily as she heard the door lock and Jack walk over to where she was sat in the chair by the fire.
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.
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 whatever’s good!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 25 - Good News Or Bad?
Oria glanced across at Jack; they were sat in a tavern with the rest of the crew picking out random people to approach. The smoke from the pipes and stench of ales, meads and rum coiled about the room like ghostly fingers. Oria turned her attention to the dagger she had been playing with for the past two hours. Footsteps came to the desk which Jack was leaning on bored beyond comprehension.
“Heard you’re looking for a crew.” Jack and Oria glanced up simultaneously at the gruff voice; in front of them was a motley bunch of mismatched sailors. Oria sat up sharply, she had a severe dislike of the man already, he was the typical pirate looker, wide brimmed hat with a feather, long grey jacket and a decidedly rough looking set of britches, boots and shirt, “I’ve got a complete crew ready and waiting for a ship and Captain.” Jack stared up at the face, not really registering anything; he shook himself when Oria stood up.
“A whole crew.” He butted in before Oria could speak, “We already have six, you’ve got ten or more?” The man nodded.
“Aye, group of twelve all served many years behind the mast. Loyal to the end.” Jack scowled at him.
“What’s your name?” The pirate leaned forward with a grin and placed grubby hands on the table.
“Barbossa, Hector Barbossa.” Jack nodded.
“Good, you’re hired then, report to the Black Pearl tomorrow noon.” Barbossa nodded and led the group of men away, several leering back at Oria, she was bristling and rounded on Jack.
“Why did you hire them?” Jack met her gaze, the previous activities taking their toll on his energy levels.
“They were a whole crew, we need to leave early tomorrow or risk Navy intervention. They’ll be here for a good few days, they’re on shore leave.” Oria glared at him.
“I don’t trust him, there’s something… Jack my instincts are rarely wrong.” Jack sighed and leaned back.
“They won’t do anything, they’re treasure hunters, just hitching along for the ride.” Oria laughed slightly.
“You’ve told haven’t you?” Jack avoided her gaze as it turned to murderous, “Exactly how many people know we’re going in search of the Isle De Muerta?” Jack cleared his throat and adopted a pleasant if worried smile.
“Only… well, look the point is that it got us a crew faster than usual.” Oria gritted her teeth for a few seconds before slumping into the chair next to him; Jack glanced across at her, “Look…” She waved a hand.
“Forget it, I might be wrong. If I’m not then we’ll cope, we always do, we’ve faced cannibals, pirates, Davy Jones. You name it we’ve overcome it.” Jack grinned and stood up.
“Come on, let’s get some rest in.” Oria nodded and followed him up the back steps into the taverns rooms.
:/
Tia Dalma glanced down at the crab claws, their path was changing, a new element had entered their lives. She picked up all but one of the claws and studied it, a grin breaking over her face. The bomb shell was about to be dropped, just like she had sensed all those weeks ago, those early stirrings all too clear to the claws.
:/
Oria stared at the plate of food and pushed it away, Jack frowned already busily tucking in to a slice of ham, “You didn’t eat anything last night either.” She leaned back in her chair, her fingers running over the bottom of the corset.
“I’m just not hungry.” Jack dropped the ham back onto his plate and headed for the door, “Where are you going, you’ve not finished?” Jack glanced back.
“I’m getting Bootstrap; he’s got a bit of medical expertise.” Oria chased after him.
“I’m not sick; I just… feel it, a bit.” Jack pushed her back into the room and into the chair.
“Just stay there.” She folded her arms in annoyance, he pointed a finger at her threateningly and she nodded.
“I won’t move, promise.” Jack disappeared out of the room and hunted around for Bootstrap. He returned five minutes later dragging him by the elbow, the other man though of a bigger build was following like a puppy too docile a man to really object to anything. Jack locked the door after them,
“Right, I want to know why she’s not eating.” Oria gritted her teeth.
“For gods’ sake Jack, I told you I’m just not hungry.” Bootstrap knelt in front of her; he already had an inkling of what was going on.
“Why aren’t you hungry?” Oria glared at him.
“Look, it’s just a bit of a stomach upset that’s all, I just don’t feel too great in the mornings. That’s it nothing more. Everyone gets it every now and again. Will you just tell him that please, he seems to have gone deaf in the ear that listens to me.” Bootstrap grinned and glanced back at Jack.
“Mind if I touch her?” Oria nearly leapt out of the chair in outrage as Jack nodded.
“Where does my say come in to this?” Bootstrap grasped her wrists to halt any further motion away from him.
“I won’t hurt you, just lie back, I only want to feel your stomach, that’s all I swear.” Slowly she calmed down and let him guide her over to the bed, tugging the corset loose till he could fit his hands underneath. He pressed gently a slight grin creeping over his features.
“Been busy with her?” Jack blushed slightly and avoided his gaze.
“Not that you need to know but… yes.” Bootstrap smiled, he remembered that feeling from his own wife, lifting his hands free he helped her realign the corset. She was looking distinctly unimpressed with the treatment and glared at them both as she slumped back into the chair.
“It’s totally normal that she doesn’t want to eat in a morning. She’s pregnant.” Jacks’ jaw dropped.
“What?” Bootstrap grinned; Jack glanced between the two of them.
“You’re joking right?” Bootstrap shook his head, the grin still firmly in place, Oria stood up swiftly and headed for the door, Jack blocked her, “Where are you going?”
“To a doctor.”
“I am right; I remember the feeling when my wife was pregnant with our William.” Oria turned to look at him.
“I’m not going to get it confirmed; I’m going to get rid of it.” Jack froze, granted he was unsure about the whole kid thing but he couldn’t make a decision like that on the spot. Bootstrap looked equally surprised.
“I really think you should think this through first. You’re not thinking straight yet, the news won’t have sunk in properly yet. At least leave it a day.” Jack tightened his grip as she tried to get around him again.
“Just one day, please. He’s right; we need to think about this.” Oria glared at him, “You were raised on a ship so you can’t argue against that, it would just take some adaptation.” Bootstrap stood up quietly.
“I’ll leave you to talk.” Oria watched him leave, her jaw still gritted as tight as Jacks’ hold on her. He watched her for a few seconds.
“Just one day please, it’s too much to take in now. We can delay the trip to the Isle one day; I’ll send Bootstrap to the docks, that way we’ll have the time to think this through.” She knew she wouldn’t get past him so nodded and retreated back into the room, watching as he shouted down the corridor at Bootstrap. Her fingers ran through her hair shakily as she heard the door lock and Jack walk over to where she was sat in the chair by the fire.