My Captain
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,128
Reviews:
9
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 three
Chapter Three:
Rebecca could feel a slight shutter. Followed by a massive thud against the door, she glanced back, and nodded. The Flying Dutchman was diving under water. She was lucky though. The captain’s cabin was water tight. As well as the other cabins below deck.
So, she looked back at the organ. She knelt down beside it and slid the cloth. Slowly up and down, with the cloth. To herself all the while she hummed a tone her mother used to sing to her when she was a little girl. And the humming turned into words of a song.
“ Long hours of loneliness, between me and the sea. Losing emotion fighting devotion. Should I dress in white and search the sea? As I’ve always…..” She paused as there was the sound of a great beast beside the ship underneath the surface. The sound was no the sound as if it was angry. Nor was it on the hunt for food. The Kraken beside the ship had given the sound of peace.
After a long moment of her silence, the Kraken seemed to be silent too. Rebecca felt it had gone away. So she went back to cleaning the organ. When she stood again, she inspected it. Slowly, and it seemed to be clean enough.
A ludicrous thought crossed her mind, as she sat down on the bench before it. Her eyes searching it for a moment, she lifted her fingers to the keys. And pressed, the great sound echoed through the room. Rebecca smiled slightly and pressed a couple other keys, then moved to several more.
Rebecca spent at least an hour trying to teach her to play the damned thing. When she attempted to play Moonlight Sonata on it, a familiar cold voice, forced her to freeze/
“Becoming quite comfortable, aren’t we?”
The words of Davy Jones frightened her. So much, her fingers froze on the keys of the organ. Her blood stood still in her veins. She knew this was not going to turn out good at all. She still stared straight ahead of her as she heard the sound of him approaching her from behind her.
Finally, she felt his hot breath upon her bare skin. She felt the sliding of a couple tentacles crawling up her back, arousing her so much, a dangerous time to feel this way. “Tell me, Rebecca.” Jones started in a calm soft tone into her ears.
She shivered, a still dangerous time to feel so horny. Shakely, Rebecca responded,” What is it you wish me to tell you, Captain?”
She gasped, one tentacle circled around her neck. The other clasped gently around her thigh. On top of her clothing, Jones responded to her, in a near seductive whisper.” Did I not tell ye when you arrived on this ship, that my things are not to be touched?”
Slowly, Rebecca closed her eyes, her lips trembling. When he had no verbal response from her, Jones’s tentacle around her thigh, the tip of it, nearly brushed against where her clit would be.
“Y…yes you did captain.” She softly responded back. Knowing that for this her punishment would be severe and without remorse.
“So, then…..WHY DID YOU TOUCH IT!?” He shouted into her ears.
“I don’t know!” Rebecca screamed back. The grip on her throat tightened, it was painful. With little or no struggle, Jones swept her from the bench. Still holding onto her throat with his tentacle. Holding her in the air, before him, Rebecca tried to get free. But there was no go. What now? Would he kill her then and there? Or would he wait till the crew decided her fate? Or would he ravage her, like she fantasized about? Whatever the punishment, it would not be a pleasant one.
Rebecca could feel a slight shutter. Followed by a massive thud against the door, she glanced back, and nodded. The Flying Dutchman was diving under water. She was lucky though. The captain’s cabin was water tight. As well as the other cabins below deck.
So, she looked back at the organ. She knelt down beside it and slid the cloth. Slowly up and down, with the cloth. To herself all the while she hummed a tone her mother used to sing to her when she was a little girl. And the humming turned into words of a song.
“ Long hours of loneliness, between me and the sea. Losing emotion fighting devotion. Should I dress in white and search the sea? As I’ve always…..” She paused as there was the sound of a great beast beside the ship underneath the surface. The sound was no the sound as if it was angry. Nor was it on the hunt for food. The Kraken beside the ship had given the sound of peace.
After a long moment of her silence, the Kraken seemed to be silent too. Rebecca felt it had gone away. So she went back to cleaning the organ. When she stood again, she inspected it. Slowly, and it seemed to be clean enough.
A ludicrous thought crossed her mind, as she sat down on the bench before it. Her eyes searching it for a moment, she lifted her fingers to the keys. And pressed, the great sound echoed through the room. Rebecca smiled slightly and pressed a couple other keys, then moved to several more.
Rebecca spent at least an hour trying to teach her to play the damned thing. When she attempted to play Moonlight Sonata on it, a familiar cold voice, forced her to freeze/
“Becoming quite comfortable, aren’t we?”
The words of Davy Jones frightened her. So much, her fingers froze on the keys of the organ. Her blood stood still in her veins. She knew this was not going to turn out good at all. She still stared straight ahead of her as she heard the sound of him approaching her from behind her.
Finally, she felt his hot breath upon her bare skin. She felt the sliding of a couple tentacles crawling up her back, arousing her so much, a dangerous time to feel this way. “Tell me, Rebecca.” Jones started in a calm soft tone into her ears.
She shivered, a still dangerous time to feel so horny. Shakely, Rebecca responded,” What is it you wish me to tell you, Captain?”
She gasped, one tentacle circled around her neck. The other clasped gently around her thigh. On top of her clothing, Jones responded to her, in a near seductive whisper.” Did I not tell ye when you arrived on this ship, that my things are not to be touched?”
Slowly, Rebecca closed her eyes, her lips trembling. When he had no verbal response from her, Jones’s tentacle around her thigh, the tip of it, nearly brushed against where her clit would be.
“Y…yes you did captain.” She softly responded back. Knowing that for this her punishment would be severe and without remorse.
“So, then…..WHY DID YOU TOUCH IT!?” He shouted into her ears.
“I don’t know!” Rebecca screamed back. The grip on her throat tightened, it was painful. With little or no struggle, Jones swept her from the bench. Still holding onto her throat with his tentacle. Holding her in the air, before him, Rebecca tried to get free. But there was no go. What now? Would he kill her then and there? Or would he wait till the crew decided her fate? Or would he ravage her, like she fantasized about? Whatever the punishment, it would not be a pleasant one.