The Tolling of the Bell
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
2,132
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 26 - Barbossa...
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 26 – Barbossa…
“They were what the ship had originally.” He attempted to coerce. Oria shook her head and gripped the helm tightly, her knuckles turning white.
“It’s not the original ship though, is it? She’s mine now and they have to go.” Oria ordered. “We’ll take her out into the bay and pull her up there.” Norrington nodded, accepting that Oria was not going to be satisfied till they were gone. The glint in her eyes was unreadable but he was sure had she been questioned it would have resulted in a painful and prolonged death.
:/
Oria stoically faced the sail maker as he spluttered at the prospect of making the sails within the time frame she had ordered. “It cannot be done. If they were just natural then perhaps.”
“I told you, a royal and deep purple. No substitute. Better material, firmer stitching.” Oria ordered and swiftly interrupted the man before he could complain again. “I don’t care what other jobs you have. The sooner you do mine the sooner you can go on to do another’s.” The man gave a sigh and nodded in defeat.
“They’ll be ready by the end of the week.” He agreed and headed into the warehouse to announce the changes to the workers.
“Why purple?” Norrington enquired, extremely tempted to roll his eyes at the awkward female.
“Because it symbolises royalty… and death. That’s all this ship is going to bring so it’s fitting.” Oria announced forcefully and led the way out of the shop.
:/
He hated to admit it, absolutely detested to admit it but Jack was missing Barbossa. He missed winding him up, playing practical jokes on him, sending cruel remarks and getting them in return. Damn it, he even missed the man shouting out orders to the crew. Orders that Jack could then override in a fit of authority, then they would argue and there would be scowling and crude words.
Then there was Tia, he missed the innocent little flirting game they had picked up. It eased things slightly and if he tried real hard he could almost imagine that Oria was saying them. That she was stood there right in front of him. As if she was teasing him into doing something in front of the crew and tempting him to imagine things that he could do to her when they were alone.
He couldn’t wind anyone up, at least not to the same degree as Barbossa. Gibbs had suffered a little, but no more than Jack drinking his rum when he wasn’t looking. This had resulted in nothing more than the older sailor glaring accusingly at the ever present Miss Swann. Jack certainly wasn’t going to start flirting with any of the crew. They’d definitely think he’d lost it. As for Elizabeth, well he wasn’t going to risk mistaking her for Oria. Not that she would play along anyway. He’d be more likely to be slapped now judging by her occasional glare. Either that or she would take full sympathy and allow him to do absolutely anything to her.
Damn. He was going to have to go and get the pair back. Harmless flirting and annoying was just too tempting. It would provide a good distraction during the day. He needed all the distractions he could get. “We’re turning back,” Jack shouted over the deck. “Back to Tia’s. Get to work you bilge rats!” The crew groaned as they once again began to turn the ship around. Four times the Captain had ordered a return only to condemn the decision when the ship had turned around before deciding on it again once it had returned to its original orientation.
:/
“Better?” Norrington whispered into her ear as they watched the sails unfurl and catch into the wind. Their deep purple glowing evilly against the sun, Oria smiled broadly at the sight. Her eyes rested on the symbol embroidered in the centre of each sail. The De Monara three slashes in ebony silk, it had delayed them by another three days but the sailors hadn’t complained. They’d become accustomed to the new ship and acquainted with the pubs and taverns in the port. They had also been researching their new Captain in a bid to learn how to survive on this ship. Especially since the Admiral seemed to be allowing her to do literally anything.
Now they were ready to sail and the Tigress was proving that she had just as much speed as the creature she was named after. For a large ship she carved through the waves without flaw and her broader sails helped her race the dolphins that danced at her prow. Oria smiled happily trailing a thumb over the helm lovingly. She’d forgotten just how much you could love a ship.
:/
“Pirate vessel to port,” The lad in the crow’s nest shouted down in excitement after several hours at sea. Oria glanced across at the ship in distraction. It was pathetically small, nothing more than a little scout and barely worthy of the Tigress’s acknowledgment. She turned the helm as the crew tilted the sails to compliment the new direction. It was still a good enough target for practice.
“Prepare all cannons on the starboard side.” She ordered. Norrington headed down to the deck shouting further orders and preparing the sailors for their first ‘battle’ on the ship. Excitement was shooting through the air faster and sharper than electricity. They could already see the panic rushing through the other boats’ crew; fear ran rampant through the breezes of the ocean to them.
The Tigress glided alongside the small scout casting it into shadow as it eclipsed the sun. “Fire.” The cannons fired simultaneously from the Tigress and the scout exploded as it was ripped apart. Oria watched silently as the survivors began to swim away, the sailors drawing muskets and preparing to shoot them. “No, let them go and spread the tale.” Oria ordered handing the helm over to Arthur as she stepped down onto the deck. One of the swimming men glanced up at her and paused.
“You’ll pay for this you wench!” He screamed shaking an angry fist at her. Oria merely smirked and strode away. They had seen her, they knew who had caused their downfall and now word would spread. The Tigress was abroad and she was hungry for prey.
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 26 – Barbossa…
“They were what the ship had originally.” He attempted to coerce. Oria shook her head and gripped the helm tightly, her knuckles turning white.
“It’s not the original ship though, is it? She’s mine now and they have to go.” Oria ordered. “We’ll take her out into the bay and pull her up there.” Norrington nodded, accepting that Oria was not going to be satisfied till they were gone. The glint in her eyes was unreadable but he was sure had she been questioned it would have resulted in a painful and prolonged death.
Oria stoically faced the sail maker as he spluttered at the prospect of making the sails within the time frame she had ordered. “It cannot be done. If they were just natural then perhaps.”
“I told you, a royal and deep purple. No substitute. Better material, firmer stitching.” Oria ordered and swiftly interrupted the man before he could complain again. “I don’t care what other jobs you have. The sooner you do mine the sooner you can go on to do another’s.” The man gave a sigh and nodded in defeat.
“They’ll be ready by the end of the week.” He agreed and headed into the warehouse to announce the changes to the workers.
“Why purple?” Norrington enquired, extremely tempted to roll his eyes at the awkward female.
“Because it symbolises royalty… and death. That’s all this ship is going to bring so it’s fitting.” Oria announced forcefully and led the way out of the shop.
He hated to admit it, absolutely detested to admit it but Jack was missing Barbossa. He missed winding him up, playing practical jokes on him, sending cruel remarks and getting them in return. Damn it, he even missed the man shouting out orders to the crew. Orders that Jack could then override in a fit of authority, then they would argue and there would be scowling and crude words.
Then there was Tia, he missed the innocent little flirting game they had picked up. It eased things slightly and if he tried real hard he could almost imagine that Oria was saying them. That she was stood there right in front of him. As if she was teasing him into doing something in front of the crew and tempting him to imagine things that he could do to her when they were alone.
He couldn’t wind anyone up, at least not to the same degree as Barbossa. Gibbs had suffered a little, but no more than Jack drinking his rum when he wasn’t looking. This had resulted in nothing more than the older sailor glaring accusingly at the ever present Miss Swann. Jack certainly wasn’t going to start flirting with any of the crew. They’d definitely think he’d lost it. As for Elizabeth, well he wasn’t going to risk mistaking her for Oria. Not that she would play along anyway. He’d be more likely to be slapped now judging by her occasional glare. Either that or she would take full sympathy and allow him to do absolutely anything to her.
Damn. He was going to have to go and get the pair back. Harmless flirting and annoying was just too tempting. It would provide a good distraction during the day. He needed all the distractions he could get. “We’re turning back,” Jack shouted over the deck. “Back to Tia’s. Get to work you bilge rats!” The crew groaned as they once again began to turn the ship around. Four times the Captain had ordered a return only to condemn the decision when the ship had turned around before deciding on it again once it had returned to its original orientation.
“Better?” Norrington whispered into her ear as they watched the sails unfurl and catch into the wind. Their deep purple glowing evilly against the sun, Oria smiled broadly at the sight. Her eyes rested on the symbol embroidered in the centre of each sail. The De Monara three slashes in ebony silk, it had delayed them by another three days but the sailors hadn’t complained. They’d become accustomed to the new ship and acquainted with the pubs and taverns in the port. They had also been researching their new Captain in a bid to learn how to survive on this ship. Especially since the Admiral seemed to be allowing her to do literally anything.
Now they were ready to sail and the Tigress was proving that she had just as much speed as the creature she was named after. For a large ship she carved through the waves without flaw and her broader sails helped her race the dolphins that danced at her prow. Oria smiled happily trailing a thumb over the helm lovingly. She’d forgotten just how much you could love a ship.
“Pirate vessel to port,” The lad in the crow’s nest shouted down in excitement after several hours at sea. Oria glanced across at the ship in distraction. It was pathetically small, nothing more than a little scout and barely worthy of the Tigress’s acknowledgment. She turned the helm as the crew tilted the sails to compliment the new direction. It was still a good enough target for practice.
“Prepare all cannons on the starboard side.” She ordered. Norrington headed down to the deck shouting further orders and preparing the sailors for their first ‘battle’ on the ship. Excitement was shooting through the air faster and sharper than electricity. They could already see the panic rushing through the other boats’ crew; fear ran rampant through the breezes of the ocean to them.
The Tigress glided alongside the small scout casting it into shadow as it eclipsed the sun. “Fire.” The cannons fired simultaneously from the Tigress and the scout exploded as it was ripped apart. Oria watched silently as the survivors began to swim away, the sailors drawing muskets and preparing to shoot them. “No, let them go and spread the tale.” Oria ordered handing the helm over to Arthur as she stepped down onto the deck. One of the swimming men glanced up at her and paused.
“You’ll pay for this you wench!” He screamed shaking an angry fist at her. Oria merely smirked and strode away. They had seen her, they knew who had caused their downfall and now word would spread. The Tigress was abroad and she was hungry for prey.