The Tolling of the Bell
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
2,131
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
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Chapter 25 - Bad Sails
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 25 – Bad Sails
“Well? Suitably terrifying and unique?” Oria asked Norrington. He was sitting on a stool watching silently as she inspected the total effect of her clothing in a long mirror. She looked like a shadow, all swirling black and glinting silver.
“Definitely unique,” He affirmed with a faint smile. She amused him greatly, so like a child till you saw what rested behind those eyes. It was then that he realized she knew exactly what she was doing at all times. There was never an unscheduled breathe never mind word. She glanced over her shoulder at him with a cocky grin.
“Just need a hat now.” She quipped. Norrington rose smoothly and handed the coins over to the tailor for his work. He looked suitably impressed with the generous amount and bowed when they left. Oria confidently strode at the Admiral’s side entirely unfazed by the turn of events or the fact that half the men were turning their heads. Some in desire and others in hatred, news had already spread of her appearance and most did not appreciate her presence.
“Do you ever lose your calm?” He questioned as they headed to the hat makers. She glanced at him curiously out of the corner of her eye.
“No.” She answered without doubt. Jack’s face swimming before her eyes, well, when he wasn’t around she didn’t lose it. Entirely different story when he was there. Calm was lost in more ways than one when that particular pirate was present.
They passed the window and Oria paused with a frown before stepping back and studying the display. “This won’t take long.” She announced as she stepped alongside James and pointed back to the display. “I know which one I want.” The Admiral took a step back and cast an evaluative eye over them. He knew instantly which one. There it sat in the middle, a black leather tri-corn. It would be a smack in the mouth for Beckett, a testament of her loyalty to Jack.
:/
There in the distance, no more than a speck on the horizon was Port Royal. God knows why but Jack was sailing past it. Elizabeth looked suitably pleased to have gotten her own way and was chatting merrily with Will. Jack noted that the lad didn’t look too impressed either with Elizabeth staying. Well if the lad thought she would be dropping into Jack’s cabin again he had another thing coming. That door was locked from the second Jack entered it to the second he left and all the times in between. He wasn’t going to be enduring any surprise visits from anyone, especially not certain young madams who had a penchant for pirates and in particular himself. Tia was watching him from the other end of the ship. Jack met her gaze warily as she began to approach him.
“You are letting her stay?” She whispered into his ear as she stalked behind him, watching Elizabeth over his shoulder.
“She wants to make things right. I’ll see that she does.” Jack assured firmly.
:/
“Tell me Jack, after abandoning me and Barbossa here what do you intend to do?” Tia questioned as Jack rowed the pair back to Tia’s hut. He glanced between them and momentarily forgot to row.
“I’m going to get Oria back.” He answered quietly and resumed rowing. The trio remained in silence till they reached the hut and Tia and Barbossa clambered out. Jack stayed in the boat watching them quietly as they retreated into the shadows. “Tia,” The woman paused and walked back down to him, she knelt on the edge of the pier.
“Yes?” Her eyes were wide feigning innocence and looking completely guilty in doing so.
“How did Beckett get the Tigress?” Jack queried. The woman smiled and handed him the empty bottle. Jack turned it in his fingers suspiciously.
“A De Monara’s blood is a powerful and rare substance. It was not to be wasted.” She chided with an amused smirk. Jack glanced down at it.
“Why couldn’t you have just sent it to her? Why to him? Better still why raise it at all?” He questioned, fury rising in his voice. Tia merely smiled.
“Goodbye Jack Sparrow. Be careful on your search.” She pushed the little boat away and slowly Jack headed back for the Pearl with a deep scowl. Damn women, damn ships… wait… the Pearl was a ship. Damn all ships but the Pearl. Jack quickly corrected and smiled faintly at his little mental conversation.
“Hey, it’s Captain… Captain Jack Sparrow.” He shouted back as Tia closed the door with a grin.
:/
Oria glanced up at the faint knock on her door. She glanced about the room for Jack only to shake her head in frustrated remembrance. “Enter.” She folded the parchment away and slipped it into a drawer as Arthur, one of the more pleasant lads on the crew entered with a broad grin. Monifa trailed in after him, her eyes widened as she spotted Oria.
“You, it was you?” She accused. Oria merely smiled as the woman charged forwards and clasped her arms about Oria’s neck tightly. Oria patted her on the back gently and mouthed her thanks to the sailor who looked pleased at her praise and quickly left the room.
“I need to go and oversee the ship leaving port. Stay here, I’ll be back.” Oria soothed before brushing the woman off and heading up to the deck.
Her eyes trailed over the deck, the smooth planks glittering in the dying sun’s rays. Tugging her hat slightly lower on her brow with a smile Oria headed for the top deck. Norrington was already awaiting her by the helm.
“And so the saga continues.” He whispered. A smile lit his voice at her obvious joy in the ship.
“Raise the anchors and bring the lines in. Let’s see just what this girl can do.” Oria shouted over the deck. The sailors instantly rushed about to do as she bade, not one wishing to be on the receiving end of her wrath. The second the anchors were released she could feel the ship moving, pulling away strongly from the harbour as the waves welcomed her presence once more. “Lower the sails.” Everyone watched silently as bright crimson sails unfurled and snapped hungrily at the wind, straining against their tethers.
Memories flooded back, her father and mother. Standing there as she left them for her marriage. Those crimson sails had fluttered in welcoming when she had faked joy at her family’s reunion after they had left her for dead. She glared at the sails, unforgiving of their innocence. They had seen too much. “They have to go.” Oria seethed, glaring accusingly at the bright crimson. Norrington blinked in surprise and glanced between the girl and the innocently playing sails.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I'M SORRY ABOUT THE TIME DELAY TO SOME OF YOU GUYS OUT THERE READING, POINTED OUT BY Kimmie. I'LL TRY AND UPDATE EARLIER ON FRIDAYS SO THAT YOU GUYS CAN GET IT A BIT EARLIER. AS AN APOLOGY I'LL POST TWO CHAPTERS ON MY NEXT UPDATE.
THANKS TO Kimmie FOR HER CONTINUED AND MUCH APPRECIATED REVIEWS!!! AND TO Grace MY MUCH APPRECIATED BETA.
NEXT UPDATE: 9th NOVEMBER
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 25 – Bad Sails
“Well? Suitably terrifying and unique?” Oria asked Norrington. He was sitting on a stool watching silently as she inspected the total effect of her clothing in a long mirror. She looked like a shadow, all swirling black and glinting silver.
“Definitely unique,” He affirmed with a faint smile. She amused him greatly, so like a child till you saw what rested behind those eyes. It was then that he realized she knew exactly what she was doing at all times. There was never an unscheduled breathe never mind word. She glanced over her shoulder at him with a cocky grin.
“Just need a hat now.” She quipped. Norrington rose smoothly and handed the coins over to the tailor for his work. He looked suitably impressed with the generous amount and bowed when they left. Oria confidently strode at the Admiral’s side entirely unfazed by the turn of events or the fact that half the men were turning their heads. Some in desire and others in hatred, news had already spread of her appearance and most did not appreciate her presence.
“Do you ever lose your calm?” He questioned as they headed to the hat makers. She glanced at him curiously out of the corner of her eye.
“No.” She answered without doubt. Jack’s face swimming before her eyes, well, when he wasn’t around she didn’t lose it. Entirely different story when he was there. Calm was lost in more ways than one when that particular pirate was present.
They passed the window and Oria paused with a frown before stepping back and studying the display. “This won’t take long.” She announced as she stepped alongside James and pointed back to the display. “I know which one I want.” The Admiral took a step back and cast an evaluative eye over them. He knew instantly which one. There it sat in the middle, a black leather tri-corn. It would be a smack in the mouth for Beckett, a testament of her loyalty to Jack.
There in the distance, no more than a speck on the horizon was Port Royal. God knows why but Jack was sailing past it. Elizabeth looked suitably pleased to have gotten her own way and was chatting merrily with Will. Jack noted that the lad didn’t look too impressed either with Elizabeth staying. Well if the lad thought she would be dropping into Jack’s cabin again he had another thing coming. That door was locked from the second Jack entered it to the second he left and all the times in between. He wasn’t going to be enduring any surprise visits from anyone, especially not certain young madams who had a penchant for pirates and in particular himself. Tia was watching him from the other end of the ship. Jack met her gaze warily as she began to approach him.
“You are letting her stay?” She whispered into his ear as she stalked behind him, watching Elizabeth over his shoulder.
“She wants to make things right. I’ll see that she does.” Jack assured firmly.
“Tell me Jack, after abandoning me and Barbossa here what do you intend to do?” Tia questioned as Jack rowed the pair back to Tia’s hut. He glanced between them and momentarily forgot to row.
“I’m going to get Oria back.” He answered quietly and resumed rowing. The trio remained in silence till they reached the hut and Tia and Barbossa clambered out. Jack stayed in the boat watching them quietly as they retreated into the shadows. “Tia,” The woman paused and walked back down to him, she knelt on the edge of the pier.
“Yes?” Her eyes were wide feigning innocence and looking completely guilty in doing so.
“How did Beckett get the Tigress?” Jack queried. The woman smiled and handed him the empty bottle. Jack turned it in his fingers suspiciously.
“A De Monara’s blood is a powerful and rare substance. It was not to be wasted.” She chided with an amused smirk. Jack glanced down at it.
“Why couldn’t you have just sent it to her? Why to him? Better still why raise it at all?” He questioned, fury rising in his voice. Tia merely smiled.
“Goodbye Jack Sparrow. Be careful on your search.” She pushed the little boat away and slowly Jack headed back for the Pearl with a deep scowl. Damn women, damn ships… wait… the Pearl was a ship. Damn all ships but the Pearl. Jack quickly corrected and smiled faintly at his little mental conversation.
“Hey, it’s Captain… Captain Jack Sparrow.” He shouted back as Tia closed the door with a grin.
Oria glanced up at the faint knock on her door. She glanced about the room for Jack only to shake her head in frustrated remembrance. “Enter.” She folded the parchment away and slipped it into a drawer as Arthur, one of the more pleasant lads on the crew entered with a broad grin. Monifa trailed in after him, her eyes widened as she spotted Oria.
“You, it was you?” She accused. Oria merely smiled as the woman charged forwards and clasped her arms about Oria’s neck tightly. Oria patted her on the back gently and mouthed her thanks to the sailor who looked pleased at her praise and quickly left the room.
“I need to go and oversee the ship leaving port. Stay here, I’ll be back.” Oria soothed before brushing the woman off and heading up to the deck.
Her eyes trailed over the deck, the smooth planks glittering in the dying sun’s rays. Tugging her hat slightly lower on her brow with a smile Oria headed for the top deck. Norrington was already awaiting her by the helm.
“And so the saga continues.” He whispered. A smile lit his voice at her obvious joy in the ship.
“Raise the anchors and bring the lines in. Let’s see just what this girl can do.” Oria shouted over the deck. The sailors instantly rushed about to do as she bade, not one wishing to be on the receiving end of her wrath. The second the anchors were released she could feel the ship moving, pulling away strongly from the harbour as the waves welcomed her presence once more. “Lower the sails.” Everyone watched silently as bright crimson sails unfurled and snapped hungrily at the wind, straining against their tethers.
Memories flooded back, her father and mother. Standing there as she left them for her marriage. Those crimson sails had fluttered in welcoming when she had faked joy at her family’s reunion after they had left her for dead. She glared at the sails, unforgiving of their innocence. They had seen too much. “They have to go.” Oria seethed, glaring accusingly at the bright crimson. Norrington blinked in surprise and glanced between the girl and the innocently playing sails.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I'M SORRY ABOUT THE TIME DELAY TO SOME OF YOU GUYS OUT THERE READING, POINTED OUT BY Kimmie. I'LL TRY AND UPDATE EARLIER ON FRIDAYS SO THAT YOU GUYS CAN GET IT A BIT EARLIER. AS AN APOLOGY I'LL POST TWO CHAPTERS ON MY NEXT UPDATE.
THANKS TO Kimmie FOR HER CONTINUED AND MUCH APPRECIATED REVIEWS!!! AND TO Grace MY MUCH APPRECIATED BETA.
NEXT UPDATE: 9th NOVEMBER