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Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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1,594
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12
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Chapter 5 - Bootstrap
Author: Pilgrim
Title: What Would You Do?
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
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 or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 5 - Bootstrap
Oria watched from the crows’ nest as they sailed closer and closer to the British transport through a sluggish fog, she knew this day would come. It had been haunting her for long enough for her to know beyond doubt that it would come. Her fingers tightened on the parchment in her pocket, she knew every word by heart, every childish scribble ingrained into every essence of her being. The words that stung the most were the last, ‘I’m coming to find you papa, love Will’.
Every British transport Barbossa had attacked she had searched high and low for the lad, terrified that someone would beat her to it. That someone would kill the lad or worse discover him with the pendant she had sent. A whole year of fear, two years since they had abandoned Jack and her heart still leapt into her mouth at the mention of his name in the taverns she stole into.
Some of the tales were clearly untrue and others… they were almost too miraculous to be true. It was a comfort to know he was still alive and fighting, making a name for himself independently, and a damn good one at that. It was also terrifying when they reported on his newest injuries and she couldn’t stop the slight worry that occurred whenever she heard of the newest additions to his apparently increasing retinue of scars.
Of course there were also the tales of the women he regularly visited and then there was their version of events. It appeared he had an annoying habit of shouting another woman’s name at intimate and highly inappropriate moments and it clearly did not settle well with his more common ‘victories’.
Her attention was drawn back to the transport as the Pearl fired off her cannons and Barbossa shouted for the Jolly Roger to be hoisted. She watched it rise till it fluttered alongside her its’ open mouth laughing mockingly at her as if it knew her every thought. Barbossa was calling for her to join the invading group of pirates; the screams began to rise from the transport as the ship rocked under the fire. Adrenaline rushed through her system as it did every time she heard fear infect people; it made them so vulnerable, so easy.
:/
William glanced out from his room worriedly; he had heard the cannon shots and the screams as the ladies began to lose their cool. His fingers clasped the piece of Aztec gold his father had sent, the chain cool against the back of his neck. His eyes widened as the ships collided, the transport rocking under his feet. He slammed the door closed as he heard the pirates cheer and their heavy boots thud down onto the deck above him. He gazed up at the wooden ceiling; he imagined seeing the feet as they stepped over him unknowingly, as cutlasses swung and skewered and spilled innocent blood.
The women’s screams reached new heights and his heart leapt into his mouth as the waves of fear rolled about the ship sluggishly. He had hoped never to encounter pirates after his fathers’ repeated warnings and now he had no choice, they were here whether he liked it or not. Thundering footsteps echoed down the stairs and doors began to slam open, Will ran forwards and clasped hold of the handle to his own cabin. It began to turn under his fingers and no matter how hard he tugged in the opposite direction it kept moving under his grip.
The door slammed open suddenly throwing him onto his backside half-way into the room, he stared up in fear as the pirate chuckled cruelly and drew his cutlass with a wicked grin. Will closed his eyes sure his life was over, they opened again when the floorboards in front of him vibrated with some force landing before his toes. He glanced up in fear and surprise at a young woman dressed like a pirate in black, silver and white. She was as beautiful as his mother but her eyes scared him, they were turbulent as the sea, he scrambled backwards as she approached him her bloody cutlass preceding her.
:/
Oria watched as the lad scrambled backwards till his shoulders connected with the side of the ship, she slowly lowered herself to her knees and placed the cutlass on the floor her eyes never leaving his. Will stared; he was transfixed by the storm in those eyes.
“Are you William Turner?” His fingers tightened on the medallion, she sighed and scuttled forwards on hands and knees slightly. Her own fingers clasped around his, “It’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” He didn’t need to know that if he wasn’t Will she would kill him. Slowly she prised his fingers away and smiled at the medallion, “Hello Will.” Relief flooded her soul at finally having found the lad.
“You’re a pirate!” He spluttered, Oria smiled slightly. This boy was a good one; he knew she was a pirate and not a girl.
“Aye that I am. Now you must listen to me there isn’t much time.” The boy scowled at her defiantly.
“I don’t trust pirates, my papa says so.” Oria felt in her pocket for the letter and handed it over, she watched as he unfolded it and recognised his writing immediately, “This is my letter to papa! How did you get it!” His glare was deeply accusing and Oria got the distinct feeling that this meeting was not going quite as she had planned. She had a sneaking suspicion that the lad was about to accuse her of killing his father, if he ever found out he was dead.
“William, I don’t know where your father is but I am his friend. I’ve been sending you and your late mother money in place of your father, he asked me to. I’m not asking you to trust me, just do what I say and I swear you’ll be alright.” She glanced up with a frown; the transport was pulling away from the Pearl in a vain attempt to get free, the wood screaming as it tugged against the ropes holding it.
Without warning the Pearls cannons went off again blasting the transport into silent submission. Oria grasped Will and pushed him into the wall shielding him with her own body as a cannon ball blasted through the wall and door where they had been sat only moments ago. He stared up at her in surprise; Oria glanced out of the hole in the wall down into the ocean.
“Now listen to me, listen William.” She knelt in front of him and tugged his chin back to look at her. “Are you listening?” He nodded solemnly, “You must not ever trust a pirate, ever. Keep clear of them and do not lose this.” Her hand rested over his on the medallion, “Don’t lose it.” He nodded as she stood back up, “Sorry about this lad but it’s for your own good.”
She grasped his collar and threw him out of the hole and into the ocean; he came up spluttering and coughing and scrabbled for something to stay afloat on. He glanced up at where Oria had been, she wasn’t there any more, the Pearl pulled away swiftly and he slammed his hands over his head as the transport exploded, the heat incredible as it roared its’ victory over the ship. He watched the pirate ship begin to sail away, a figure stood at the back watching him black tendrils whipping about a silhouette. Slowly he rolled onto his back exhausted as the fear inspired adrenaline died in his veins and he fell into a fitful unconsciousness of pirates, blood and fire.
:/
Bootstrap gazed up through the water swirling about him, how long had he been here in this eternal twilight. No day and no night and no rest, still the ropes hadn’t rotted and his feet were still bound to the infernal cannon ball. He blinked, pointless really to blink but it was about as much entertainment as there was available except when the occasional fish drifted by, its’ mouth popping at him mockingly.
He would have cried but he had no tears left to spill into his watery prison. The crushing black oblivion of nothing but wetness and darkness. No matter how hard he wriggled the ropes would not come loose, the water would not stop hugging him and the pressure would not stop crushing him.
He tried to cry out again, shouting his sons’ name and watching as nothing more than a bubble rose, even they were few and far between now. He shouted for his wife but again nothing more than a bubble left him and the water stroked him mockingly soothing. How he longed to be free of it, free of the pressure, the permanent need for air, food, even thirst couldn’t be sated, water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink. The old rhyme ran through his head repeatedly echoing in the nothingness that was consuming him slowly but surely.
A ship drifted in his clouded vision and he screamed at it for mocking him till he realised it was heading for him with all haste. His screams stopped as he watched it float closer and closer till his elbow was brushing the side lazily in the currents, fear widened his eyes as a man that was not a man stepped down and stood in front of him.
“You seem to be in need of some assistance Mr Turner.” Bootstrap stared and trembled as the crab claw crept towards him through the water.
:/
William awoke suddenly his hand reaching out automatically and latching onto the warm slender one of a young girl. The girl jumped slightly at his sudden movement but made no move to pull away from his grasp even though he could tell he was hurting her. He stared; she looked like an angel her hair all curled in perfect honey ringlets. A faint dying sun framing her and sending halo lines about her head, she looked so much like an angel. Then she spoke and light flooded his world once more.
“It’s ok, my name’s Elizabeth Swann.” He stared a few moments longer entranced by her voice before finding his own.
“W-W-W-Will Turner.” She smiled gently and his heart constricted at such a beautiful smile from an angel.
“I’m watching over you Will.” He fought to stay awake he truly wanted to but he had no choice in the matter as he slumped back into the nightmares. The only difference this time was that now there was an angel holding his hand and telling him not to be afraid.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
CAN’T DECIDE WHETHER TO RELEASE A DIFFERENT SERIES FOR JACK’S ADVENTURES DURING THE 7 YEARS HE WAS APART FROM THE PEARL, THEY’RE TOO NUMEROUS TO PUT HERE OBVIOUSLY ‘COS THERE’S 7 YEARS WORTH OF JACK SPARROW TALES!! THERE’LL BE BRIEF MENTION OF A FEW IN THIS STORY
Title: What Would You Do?
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
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 or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 5 - Bootstrap
Oria watched from the crows’ nest as they sailed closer and closer to the British transport through a sluggish fog, she knew this day would come. It had been haunting her for long enough for her to know beyond doubt that it would come. Her fingers tightened on the parchment in her pocket, she knew every word by heart, every childish scribble ingrained into every essence of her being. The words that stung the most were the last, ‘I’m coming to find you papa, love Will’.
Every British transport Barbossa had attacked she had searched high and low for the lad, terrified that someone would beat her to it. That someone would kill the lad or worse discover him with the pendant she had sent. A whole year of fear, two years since they had abandoned Jack and her heart still leapt into her mouth at the mention of his name in the taverns she stole into.
Some of the tales were clearly untrue and others… they were almost too miraculous to be true. It was a comfort to know he was still alive and fighting, making a name for himself independently, and a damn good one at that. It was also terrifying when they reported on his newest injuries and she couldn’t stop the slight worry that occurred whenever she heard of the newest additions to his apparently increasing retinue of scars.
Of course there were also the tales of the women he regularly visited and then there was their version of events. It appeared he had an annoying habit of shouting another woman’s name at intimate and highly inappropriate moments and it clearly did not settle well with his more common ‘victories’.
Her attention was drawn back to the transport as the Pearl fired off her cannons and Barbossa shouted for the Jolly Roger to be hoisted. She watched it rise till it fluttered alongside her its’ open mouth laughing mockingly at her as if it knew her every thought. Barbossa was calling for her to join the invading group of pirates; the screams began to rise from the transport as the ship rocked under the fire. Adrenaline rushed through her system as it did every time she heard fear infect people; it made them so vulnerable, so easy.
:/
William glanced out from his room worriedly; he had heard the cannon shots and the screams as the ladies began to lose their cool. His fingers clasped the piece of Aztec gold his father had sent, the chain cool against the back of his neck. His eyes widened as the ships collided, the transport rocking under his feet. He slammed the door closed as he heard the pirates cheer and their heavy boots thud down onto the deck above him. He gazed up at the wooden ceiling; he imagined seeing the feet as they stepped over him unknowingly, as cutlasses swung and skewered and spilled innocent blood.
The women’s screams reached new heights and his heart leapt into his mouth as the waves of fear rolled about the ship sluggishly. He had hoped never to encounter pirates after his fathers’ repeated warnings and now he had no choice, they were here whether he liked it or not. Thundering footsteps echoed down the stairs and doors began to slam open, Will ran forwards and clasped hold of the handle to his own cabin. It began to turn under his fingers and no matter how hard he tugged in the opposite direction it kept moving under his grip.
The door slammed open suddenly throwing him onto his backside half-way into the room, he stared up in fear as the pirate chuckled cruelly and drew his cutlass with a wicked grin. Will closed his eyes sure his life was over, they opened again when the floorboards in front of him vibrated with some force landing before his toes. He glanced up in fear and surprise at a young woman dressed like a pirate in black, silver and white. She was as beautiful as his mother but her eyes scared him, they were turbulent as the sea, he scrambled backwards as she approached him her bloody cutlass preceding her.
:/
Oria watched as the lad scrambled backwards till his shoulders connected with the side of the ship, she slowly lowered herself to her knees and placed the cutlass on the floor her eyes never leaving his. Will stared; he was transfixed by the storm in those eyes.
“Are you William Turner?” His fingers tightened on the medallion, she sighed and scuttled forwards on hands and knees slightly. Her own fingers clasped around his, “It’s alright, I won’t hurt you.” He didn’t need to know that if he wasn’t Will she would kill him. Slowly she prised his fingers away and smiled at the medallion, “Hello Will.” Relief flooded her soul at finally having found the lad.
“You’re a pirate!” He spluttered, Oria smiled slightly. This boy was a good one; he knew she was a pirate and not a girl.
“Aye that I am. Now you must listen to me there isn’t much time.” The boy scowled at her defiantly.
“I don’t trust pirates, my papa says so.” Oria felt in her pocket for the letter and handed it over, she watched as he unfolded it and recognised his writing immediately, “This is my letter to papa! How did you get it!” His glare was deeply accusing and Oria got the distinct feeling that this meeting was not going quite as she had planned. She had a sneaking suspicion that the lad was about to accuse her of killing his father, if he ever found out he was dead.
“William, I don’t know where your father is but I am his friend. I’ve been sending you and your late mother money in place of your father, he asked me to. I’m not asking you to trust me, just do what I say and I swear you’ll be alright.” She glanced up with a frown; the transport was pulling away from the Pearl in a vain attempt to get free, the wood screaming as it tugged against the ropes holding it.
Without warning the Pearls cannons went off again blasting the transport into silent submission. Oria grasped Will and pushed him into the wall shielding him with her own body as a cannon ball blasted through the wall and door where they had been sat only moments ago. He stared up at her in surprise; Oria glanced out of the hole in the wall down into the ocean.
“Now listen to me, listen William.” She knelt in front of him and tugged his chin back to look at her. “Are you listening?” He nodded solemnly, “You must not ever trust a pirate, ever. Keep clear of them and do not lose this.” Her hand rested over his on the medallion, “Don’t lose it.” He nodded as she stood back up, “Sorry about this lad but it’s for your own good.”
She grasped his collar and threw him out of the hole and into the ocean; he came up spluttering and coughing and scrabbled for something to stay afloat on. He glanced up at where Oria had been, she wasn’t there any more, the Pearl pulled away swiftly and he slammed his hands over his head as the transport exploded, the heat incredible as it roared its’ victory over the ship. He watched the pirate ship begin to sail away, a figure stood at the back watching him black tendrils whipping about a silhouette. Slowly he rolled onto his back exhausted as the fear inspired adrenaline died in his veins and he fell into a fitful unconsciousness of pirates, blood and fire.
:/
Bootstrap gazed up through the water swirling about him, how long had he been here in this eternal twilight. No day and no night and no rest, still the ropes hadn’t rotted and his feet were still bound to the infernal cannon ball. He blinked, pointless really to blink but it was about as much entertainment as there was available except when the occasional fish drifted by, its’ mouth popping at him mockingly.
He would have cried but he had no tears left to spill into his watery prison. The crushing black oblivion of nothing but wetness and darkness. No matter how hard he wriggled the ropes would not come loose, the water would not stop hugging him and the pressure would not stop crushing him.
He tried to cry out again, shouting his sons’ name and watching as nothing more than a bubble rose, even they were few and far between now. He shouted for his wife but again nothing more than a bubble left him and the water stroked him mockingly soothing. How he longed to be free of it, free of the pressure, the permanent need for air, food, even thirst couldn’t be sated, water, water everywhere but not a drop to drink. The old rhyme ran through his head repeatedly echoing in the nothingness that was consuming him slowly but surely.
A ship drifted in his clouded vision and he screamed at it for mocking him till he realised it was heading for him with all haste. His screams stopped as he watched it float closer and closer till his elbow was brushing the side lazily in the currents, fear widened his eyes as a man that was not a man stepped down and stood in front of him.
“You seem to be in need of some assistance Mr Turner.” Bootstrap stared and trembled as the crab claw crept towards him through the water.
:/
William awoke suddenly his hand reaching out automatically and latching onto the warm slender one of a young girl. The girl jumped slightly at his sudden movement but made no move to pull away from his grasp even though he could tell he was hurting her. He stared; she looked like an angel her hair all curled in perfect honey ringlets. A faint dying sun framing her and sending halo lines about her head, she looked so much like an angel. Then she spoke and light flooded his world once more.
“It’s ok, my name’s Elizabeth Swann.” He stared a few moments longer entranced by her voice before finding his own.
“W-W-W-Will Turner.” She smiled gently and his heart constricted at such a beautiful smile from an angel.
“I’m watching over you Will.” He fought to stay awake he truly wanted to but he had no choice in the matter as he slumped back into the nightmares. The only difference this time was that now there was an angel holding his hand and telling him not to be afraid.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
CAN’T DECIDE WHETHER TO RELEASE A DIFFERENT SERIES FOR JACK’S ADVENTURES DURING THE 7 YEARS HE WAS APART FROM THE PEARL, THEY’RE TOO NUMEROUS TO PUT HERE OBVIOUSLY ‘COS THERE’S 7 YEARS WORTH OF JACK SPARROW TALES!! THERE’LL BE BRIEF MENTION OF A FEW IN THIS STORY