Taming A Dragon
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
1,841
Reviews:
13
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Chapter 6 - Tortuga
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Taming A Dragon
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine although that shouldn’t be much in this fan fiction.
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!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 6 - Tortuga
Oria watched as Jack stalked up to her at the helm and stood surveying his ship for a while before his gaze returned to her, “The helm.” She raised an eyebrow and considered refusing him, “Oria, I said the helm.” Slowly she stepped away and relinquished the helm. Jack ran his fingers over the smooth wood lovingly, a grin creeping over his features at the familiarity of the touch. He cleared his throat when Oria raised an eyebrow curiously before shaking her head and stalking down to the deck to tease more speed out of the sails. He watched her silently for a few moments, “You know you’re going to have to get used to following my orders without question when we get a crew. Sets a bad example if you don’t, savvy?” Oria glanced over her shoulder at him.
“As you wish Captain.” She smirked at his proud expression at the title and belief in his control and turned back to tightening the rope. What a fool he was.
“By the way where have you been sleeping for these past few nights? You’re always awake before me and asleep after me.” With the rope finished Oria checked on a few of the others before responding.
“In your cabin, enough room in one corner to hang a hammock, don’t worry I’m sleeping with the crew when they arrive. Wouldn’t do to have them imagining things now would it or assuming privileges.” Jack spluttered.
“A woman sleeping with my crew, you’ll be nooked up in no time if they have their way!” Oria laughed.
“Hardly, I’d like to see them get within three foot of me. Don’t worry about me Jack Sparrow, I can handle myself.” Jack nodded.
“Aye so will the crew if you’re not careful. You’ll take the First Mates’ cabin, no questions asked.” He raised a finger at her potential retort and watched with some satisfaction as she closed her mouth and jogged down to the hold to find any spare hammocks without a second glance.
:/
Jack dragged his jacket on lazily and watched as Oria checked her pistols over and tested the edge of her cutlass against the pad of her thumb. He leaned against the banister for a few seconds, “Are you coming or are you just going to check over your arsenal?” She glared at him.
“There is no such thing as being over-prepared.” Jack nodded.
“But there is such a thing as aging on the spot and dying of boredom.” Slowly she sheathed her cutlass and followed him down the gang-plank.
“Well I wish you’d die of boredom sooner rather than later.” He paused half-way down and turned back pulling out a key. He returned a few seconds later and grinned apologetically.
“Forgot to lock me cabin and the hold, don’t want any old blighter stumbling in now do we?” Oria rolled her eyes and followed him down to the port, the wooden balustrade swaying with the waves. The stench of the town was almost palatable so thick did it roll amongst the sluggish breezes. Oria wrinkled her nose.
“A lot’s changed since I last came here, for one the stink. Do all your towns smell this bad?” Jack grinned; he had only been to Tortuga once before in his life and had said much the same thing on his first whiff of the place. He spread his arms wide.
“Pirate heaven love, you should be right at home.” He grinned winningly only for Oria to draw her tri-corner further down on her brow with an indecisive sound.
“We shall see, which tavern do you intend to scrape the dregs from.” Jack placed a hand on his heart and feigned looking insulted.
“Please… the Pearl will only be crewed by the froth on top.” Oria mimicked his insulted look.
“Then at least they won’t have a load of space in their heads.” He scowled at her.
“No need to get sarcastic now pet.” She growled at the term.
“Stop calling me pet, I am not a dog and stop calling me love because that is something that I’ll never be to you or anyone else.” Jack grinned.
“Well you might not be a dog but you most certainly pull off being a… hello, looks like we’ll be visiting the Faithful Bride!” Oria gave him a cock-eyed smile.
“It’s just as well you didn’t finish off that sentence or you’d be seeing how my bite is definitely worse than my bark.” Jack chuckled and held the door open for her to pass through. The wave of heat, smell and noise hit them both like a physical barrier; the men were in varying stages of drunken disorder. One or two already out for the count on the floor and another being robbed by a whore. Oria stared at the disorder in shock, the bodies leaning against each other, the stench, everything was more than overwhelming and she took a step back. Nearly one hundred years on the earth had not prepared her for this, after the relative silence of the Flying Dutchman she decided this venture was too much too soon.
Jack seemed to sense the discomfort and gladly barged past her in search of a free drink and a crew. Sensing Jack wasn’t about to offer her directions back to the ship Oria turned on her heel and sought to find her own way back and to an early bed.
:/
Half an hour later and she was still wandering the streets looking for the port, for a small town it had plenty of side alleys which rarely headed in the same direction they started in. Five times the Faithful Bride had re-appeared at the ends of several side-alleys it was on the sixth time she chose to try restarting her journey. Five minutes later and she was no closer, a man grasped her arm tightly and dragged her back.
“Hello lovely, ain’t you a pretty one, how much you charging darling?” Oria tugged herself away, she was in no mood for games and stalked off only to hear the mans thunderous footfalls chasing her. She turned to confront him angrily, the mans hands didn’t wait for any other indication and merely dragged her back into a side alley.
“Get your hands off me.” She smacked him sharply across the face and watched as he stumbled away before drawing her cutlass.
“Oh come on darling, I was only being friendly.” Oria nodded.
“You try being friendly again and my cutlass here will be making acquaintances with your guts. Understand?” The man nodded rubbing his cheek numbly, “Good.” She turned and stalked out of the side-alley only to walk smack into another man nearly double her height, she glared up.
“Well, well, looking for business pet?” Oria pushed him aside, but being twice her weight he only took a single step back.
“Just get out of my way.” The man shook his head and ran a finger down the side of her cheek.
“Can’t do that love, not in me nature to let one like you just pass me by.” She drew her pistol tired of the endless arguments with thick men, priming it swiftly and aiming it at his gut.
“Alright, now let’s reconsider what you just said and re-phrase it into. Sorry to get in your way, please go past.” The man chuckled and stepped forward.
“You wouldn’t dare.” The pistol went off and he doubled over, she pouted as if disappointed, the man slumped, Oria shrugged.
“I dared.” She stepped over him and headed down another street.
Title: Taming A Dragon
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on the story progresses
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine although that shouldn’t be much in this fan fiction.
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!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 6 - Tortuga
Oria watched as Jack stalked up to her at the helm and stood surveying his ship for a while before his gaze returned to her, “The helm.” She raised an eyebrow and considered refusing him, “Oria, I said the helm.” Slowly she stepped away and relinquished the helm. Jack ran his fingers over the smooth wood lovingly, a grin creeping over his features at the familiarity of the touch. He cleared his throat when Oria raised an eyebrow curiously before shaking her head and stalking down to the deck to tease more speed out of the sails. He watched her silently for a few moments, “You know you’re going to have to get used to following my orders without question when we get a crew. Sets a bad example if you don’t, savvy?” Oria glanced over her shoulder at him.
“As you wish Captain.” She smirked at his proud expression at the title and belief in his control and turned back to tightening the rope. What a fool he was.
“By the way where have you been sleeping for these past few nights? You’re always awake before me and asleep after me.” With the rope finished Oria checked on a few of the others before responding.
“In your cabin, enough room in one corner to hang a hammock, don’t worry I’m sleeping with the crew when they arrive. Wouldn’t do to have them imagining things now would it or assuming privileges.” Jack spluttered.
“A woman sleeping with my crew, you’ll be nooked up in no time if they have their way!” Oria laughed.
“Hardly, I’d like to see them get within three foot of me. Don’t worry about me Jack Sparrow, I can handle myself.” Jack nodded.
“Aye so will the crew if you’re not careful. You’ll take the First Mates’ cabin, no questions asked.” He raised a finger at her potential retort and watched with some satisfaction as she closed her mouth and jogged down to the hold to find any spare hammocks without a second glance.
:/
Jack dragged his jacket on lazily and watched as Oria checked her pistols over and tested the edge of her cutlass against the pad of her thumb. He leaned against the banister for a few seconds, “Are you coming or are you just going to check over your arsenal?” She glared at him.
“There is no such thing as being over-prepared.” Jack nodded.
“But there is such a thing as aging on the spot and dying of boredom.” Slowly she sheathed her cutlass and followed him down the gang-plank.
“Well I wish you’d die of boredom sooner rather than later.” He paused half-way down and turned back pulling out a key. He returned a few seconds later and grinned apologetically.
“Forgot to lock me cabin and the hold, don’t want any old blighter stumbling in now do we?” Oria rolled her eyes and followed him down to the port, the wooden balustrade swaying with the waves. The stench of the town was almost palatable so thick did it roll amongst the sluggish breezes. Oria wrinkled her nose.
“A lot’s changed since I last came here, for one the stink. Do all your towns smell this bad?” Jack grinned; he had only been to Tortuga once before in his life and had said much the same thing on his first whiff of the place. He spread his arms wide.
“Pirate heaven love, you should be right at home.” He grinned winningly only for Oria to draw her tri-corner further down on her brow with an indecisive sound.
“We shall see, which tavern do you intend to scrape the dregs from.” Jack placed a hand on his heart and feigned looking insulted.
“Please… the Pearl will only be crewed by the froth on top.” Oria mimicked his insulted look.
“Then at least they won’t have a load of space in their heads.” He scowled at her.
“No need to get sarcastic now pet.” She growled at the term.
“Stop calling me pet, I am not a dog and stop calling me love because that is something that I’ll never be to you or anyone else.” Jack grinned.
“Well you might not be a dog but you most certainly pull off being a… hello, looks like we’ll be visiting the Faithful Bride!” Oria gave him a cock-eyed smile.
“It’s just as well you didn’t finish off that sentence or you’d be seeing how my bite is definitely worse than my bark.” Jack chuckled and held the door open for her to pass through. The wave of heat, smell and noise hit them both like a physical barrier; the men were in varying stages of drunken disorder. One or two already out for the count on the floor and another being robbed by a whore. Oria stared at the disorder in shock, the bodies leaning against each other, the stench, everything was more than overwhelming and she took a step back. Nearly one hundred years on the earth had not prepared her for this, after the relative silence of the Flying Dutchman she decided this venture was too much too soon.
Jack seemed to sense the discomfort and gladly barged past her in search of a free drink and a crew. Sensing Jack wasn’t about to offer her directions back to the ship Oria turned on her heel and sought to find her own way back and to an early bed.
:/
Half an hour later and she was still wandering the streets looking for the port, for a small town it had plenty of side alleys which rarely headed in the same direction they started in. Five times the Faithful Bride had re-appeared at the ends of several side-alleys it was on the sixth time she chose to try restarting her journey. Five minutes later and she was no closer, a man grasped her arm tightly and dragged her back.
“Hello lovely, ain’t you a pretty one, how much you charging darling?” Oria tugged herself away, she was in no mood for games and stalked off only to hear the mans thunderous footfalls chasing her. She turned to confront him angrily, the mans hands didn’t wait for any other indication and merely dragged her back into a side alley.
“Get your hands off me.” She smacked him sharply across the face and watched as he stumbled away before drawing her cutlass.
“Oh come on darling, I was only being friendly.” Oria nodded.
“You try being friendly again and my cutlass here will be making acquaintances with your guts. Understand?” The man nodded rubbing his cheek numbly, “Good.” She turned and stalked out of the side-alley only to walk smack into another man nearly double her height, she glared up.
“Well, well, looking for business pet?” Oria pushed him aside, but being twice her weight he only took a single step back.
“Just get out of my way.” The man shook his head and ran a finger down the side of her cheek.
“Can’t do that love, not in me nature to let one like you just pass me by.” She drew her pistol tired of the endless arguments with thick men, priming it swiftly and aiming it at his gut.
“Alright, now let’s reconsider what you just said and re-phrase it into. Sorry to get in your way, please go past.” The man chuckled and stepped forward.
“You wouldn’t dare.” The pistol went off and he doubled over, she pouted as if disappointed, the man slumped, Oria shrugged.
“I dared.” She stepped over him and headed down another street.