Storm Bringer
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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978
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
978
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Interlude
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Interlude
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The writer sets aside the notebook. Turning in her chair she looks warily to her muses. Remy leans against the doorway, handsome features taunt, jaw clenched as he stares unseeing at the floor. Sands sits on the couch, forehead resting in his hand, elbows perched on his knees, sunglasses dangling from his fingertips. Jack sits in the middle of the floor his hands limp at his sides, knees drawn up, hidden face causing his words to be muffled. "Lass? Wot ye doin?"
She winces at the pain-laced question, shaking her head she points at them each in turn with her pen. "You three wanted me to write remember? You're my muses, story ideas come from you."
She purses her lips looking to the floor. "It's this character, she refuso beo be a stereotypical OC." She looks to them pleadingly, "It's not something I can explain, it doesn't make sense."
"Of coarse it does." The four start at the silky statement flowing from the shadows of the hall. Sands' gun appears in his hand instantly as he snarls towards the sound. Jack scrambles to his feet, fumbling for his own pistol as anger lashes through his system. None notice as Remy fades into the shadows, crimson eyes narrowing dangerously.
Stepping into the room she brushes a stray flaming lock from her forehead. "It was you three that pushed the writer, it was you that tore me from my home, my family, to be some.. character. To be some little love interest." She shakes her head with the bitter words, "I'm not a character. I'm a muse same as you, you cannot harm me anymore than each other."
Meeting each of their fierce gazes with a cold laugh, she moves to settle on the stool near the writer. "I will be there for every story you three inspire, you're wil will never be the same."
The writer looks nervously between them, noting Jack's wide, shocked stare and the tremble in Sands' hand. As well as Remy's disappearance, she knows he is near. "Okay, enough!" She points to Cassie-muse, "You have done enough in these stories, you ruined them, you broke them. Now leave them to rebuild. These are still my stories and they will be balanced. Anything you want to happen in any of my stories from here on in you discuss with me prior, just as they do."
"Agreed." The redhead nods with a smug grin. The writer sighs massaging her temple, "I'm taking a break from this, not adding more until we get some reviews on this madness."
Interlude
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The writer sets aside the notebook. Turning in her chair she looks warily to her muses. Remy leans against the doorway, handsome features taunt, jaw clenched as he stares unseeing at the floor. Sands sits on the couch, forehead resting in his hand, elbows perched on his knees, sunglasses dangling from his fingertips. Jack sits in the middle of the floor his hands limp at his sides, knees drawn up, hidden face causing his words to be muffled. "Lass? Wot ye doin?"
She winces at the pain-laced question, shaking her head she points at them each in turn with her pen. "You three wanted me to write remember? You're my muses, story ideas come from you."
She purses her lips looking to the floor. "It's this character, she refuso beo be a stereotypical OC." She looks to them pleadingly, "It's not something I can explain, it doesn't make sense."
"Of coarse it does." The four start at the silky statement flowing from the shadows of the hall. Sands' gun appears in his hand instantly as he snarls towards the sound. Jack scrambles to his feet, fumbling for his own pistol as anger lashes through his system. None notice as Remy fades into the shadows, crimson eyes narrowing dangerously.
Stepping into the room she brushes a stray flaming lock from her forehead. "It was you three that pushed the writer, it was you that tore me from my home, my family, to be some.. character. To be some little love interest." She shakes her head with the bitter words, "I'm not a character. I'm a muse same as you, you cannot harm me anymore than each other."
Meeting each of their fierce gazes with a cold laugh, she moves to settle on the stool near the writer. "I will be there for every story you three inspire, you're wil will never be the same."
The writer looks nervously between them, noting Jack's wide, shocked stare and the tremble in Sands' hand. As well as Remy's disappearance, she knows he is near. "Okay, enough!" She points to Cassie-muse, "You have done enough in these stories, you ruined them, you broke them. Now leave them to rebuild. These are still my stories and they will be balanced. Anything you want to happen in any of my stories from here on in you discuss with me prior, just as they do."
"Agreed." The redhead nods with a smug grin. The writer sighs massaging her temple, "I'm taking a break from this, not adding more until we get some reviews on this madness."