The Tolling of the Bell
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Adult ++
Chapters:
29
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2,111
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22
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Chapter 6 - Blood and Fire
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 6 – Blood and Fire
“Jack Sparrow. I was not expecting to see you again. Not now that you have my little dragon to entertain you.” Tia Dalma grinned mischievously as Jack stepped into the cabin. No smile adorning his face, just a melancholy stillness as he placed the ebony De Monara box in front of the witch. Her eyes trailed down to it and she nodded knowingly at the appearance of the chest, she knew why he was here. She had felt that burning soul depart this world. She knew it was the death of a De Monara that had caused the tempest to erupt so suddenly but she couldn’t let Jack know that she already knew. “What has happened?” She whispered as Jack turned around and headed out of the room. He returned a few seconds later with Oria in his arms and lay her on the desk which Tia Dalma had hurriedly cleared.
“Her last words were to bring her to you and give you this chest.” Jack whispered desolately, his eyes pleading with the woman for some form of relief from the pain. He looked ragged, worn from the increase of rum, lack of decent sleep and grief. Tia glanced down at the still frame of Oria.
“How long has she been like dis?” She queried softly, brushing the stray hair from Oria’s cheeks and eyes. The deathly pallor glaring up at her, Tia was watching the silent frame intently as if trying to put life back into her just from the gaze.
“Two days.” Jack intoned, remembering every agonising second of the hurried journey. The Pearl had done him proud and had pulled out all the stops. Even through the raging storm, she had carried them safely to the island at a break-neck pace. Now everything he needed was dependent on this woman to whom Oria had literally placed both her life and his.
He watched as Tia Dalma brushed her fingers over every aspect of Oria, as if looking for something. She paused, the pads of her fingers pressing against Oria’s throat. No beat greeted her and she gave a heavy sigh, letting her hands drop by her side. “Dere is nothing I can do to revive her. She is past dis realm.” Tia informed him steadily, Jack shook his head slowly not willing to accept the truth.
“She wanted to be brought to you for a reason. She knew she wouldn’t survive the trip and that you could do something. You HAVE to do something.” He almost shouted, restraining himself at the last minute knowing that raising his voice would have no effect on Tia or at least no positive one.
Tia Dalma watched him warily, her eyes assessing the situation carefully before trailing down to the De Monara chest. “Dere is something but it will not be easy and it will not be pleasant for you in particular.” She announced after a thoughtful pause. Jack sank onto a chair with relief, his legs no longer feeling stable enough to keep him upright.
“Anything, just bring her back.” He pleaded, eyes locking onto Tia Dalma’s feverishly. Slowly she nodded and lifted the lid of the box, easing the De Monara dagger free from its velvet bindings.
“Pass me dat bottle.” Jack glanced behind him and handed the small clear bottle over without question. He shouted and leapt up abruptly from the chair as Tia scratched the blade across Oria’s palm. A small amount of blood drained from the wound and into the small bottle, filling it half-way; Tia plunged a cork into the neck and placed the bottle to the side. “A De Monara’s blood is precious. It is better not to waste it.” She intoned while ignoring Jack’s spluttered and flustered complaints as she stepped around the desk to face him. The pirate still looked mildly appalled, his eyes not truly focusing on her as he sank back down into the chair his head in his hands. “We must burn her body.” Tia announced.
Jack leapt up from his chair once more in full indignation, his face outraged and began to protest furiously against the idea. Tia swiftly interrupted him, “You want her back den you must do what I say,” She shouted over his loud curses, slowly the pirate silenced himself and huffed his disagreement and agreement not wanting to commit either way.
“How, pray tell, will burning work in bringing her back?” He accused, following Tia closely to the doorway as she called to a couple of the tanned locals in their native tongue. They nodded curtly and went off into the distance to rouse more of the locals. Tia turned around only to find Jacks face a millimetre away from her own.
“Dat is no longer my little dragon. Dat is just a body and Oria can not go through rebirth while her body still exists in dis world,” Tia brushed past him and gazed over Oria once more, her gaze softening. “Oria knew of da legend, dat is why she sent you to me.” Jack scowled in confusion. He was not happy with all the burning and draining of blood that was transpiring.
“What legend?” Jack snapped in confusion, feeling as if he was sinking beneath the depths of the deepest oceans. No matter how hard he swam towards the surface the waves would not break.
“Oria De Monara is da last of her kind. Many years ago, before her time, her ancestors assisted in da capture of the heathen goddess Calypso. Da goddess was sealed in a physical frame by da pieces of eight from da nine Pirate Lords, but no true curse can be settled by pieces of eight alone. So, da first De Monara sealed da deal wid his blood but he only agreed to dis if da De Monara pirates would forever be protected from extinction. Da Pirate Lords agreed and da blood of da De Monara’s was forever cursed. Da last De Monara if killed would be reborn in Davy Jones locker and if dey grew old widout an heir would die and be reborn younger in da locker. He would den return dem to da real world.” Tia Dalma explained as Jack nodded slowly pretending to understand the explanation. Unfortunately his rum soaked brain was not quite processing the words, well to be more accurate it wasn’t processing anything he reasoned.
“So basically, she is now in Davy Jones locker awaiting HIS valiant rescue?” Jack queried after several minutes of assessing and reassessing the information and fighting down the urge to once again protest against the haphazard supposed plan. “If you don’t mind me saying, that is the most stupid plan I have ever heard in my entire life and I have heard many plans. Mostly my own, but the point is…” Jack was interrupted by Tia’s stony glare which quickly silenced him and stilled his waving hand.
“Da point is dat she will be alive. Which is what you wanted. Her past wid Davy Jones was written long before she was even born and dere is nothing you can do to change it. If you want her, den I can help you retrieve her.” Jack glanced up at Tia, his fingers tugging lightly at the pair of braids slowly as he puzzled over the problem.
“Fine, anything.” Jack waved his hand absently, biting his nail a few seconds later as he contemplated his choices and found there were none to contemplate. He couldn’t leave Oria, not now, not after everything that had happened and as she had said, where there’s a will there’s a way. He had the will and he was determined to make his own way; even if it meant going beyond the ends of the universe, along paths and through lands that should not be traversed.
“Bring her outside.” Tia instructed gently as she headed for the small pier of her cabin. Jack tenderly scooped the still frame into his arms and followed the witch outside. She pointed to a wooden pyre that was floating on the water and motioned for him to place Oria on it. Jack grimaced and faltered in his stride unsure if he could allow this to happen after all.
Tia watched his doubt as he swayed between approaching and retreating, slowly she rested a hand on his shoulder. Jack glanced back at Tia and bit his lip harshly before he took another step forward and laid the fallen frame onto the pyre. He folded her hands over her stomach and laid a tender kiss on her forehead before clambering back onto the pier and watching as the locals dragged the pyre away and set it alight.
A burning tribute to a life that had scorched souls and hearts in a brighter light than the very centre of those flames that glittered in the dappled Caribbean sunlight. The scene softened only by the melodious tones of the village people as they sang in remembrance. Lilting voices that soothed the soul and mind; the dulcet tones danced about the gathered people as a breeze among the leaves, carrying away all the care and worry from heavy minds.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
OK, HERE'S THE DEAL. I AM AWAY FROM ANY INTERNET ACCESS FOR THE NEXT TWO FRIDAYS SO I HAVE UPLOADED THREE CHAPTERS TO COVER TODAY, NEXT FRIDAY AND THE FRIDAY AFTER THAT. IT'S UP TO YOU HOW TO READ THEM, ALL AT ONCE OR ONE EVERY FRIDAY. BUT THERE WILL NOT BE ANY NEW CHAPTERS TILL AUGUST 3RD AT BEST.
TO 'Kimmie' I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE ANYONE CRY! I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE PEOPLE FEEL A LITTLE SAD, I'M REALLY SORRY! THE PLOT BUNNIES TORTURED ME INTO DOING IT REALLY! ANYWAY, I HOPE I PROVE YOUR THEORY RIGHT OR AT LEAST CREATE AN ACCEPTABLE ALTERNATIVE.
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 6 – Blood and Fire
“Jack Sparrow. I was not expecting to see you again. Not now that you have my little dragon to entertain you.” Tia Dalma grinned mischievously as Jack stepped into the cabin. No smile adorning his face, just a melancholy stillness as he placed the ebony De Monara box in front of the witch. Her eyes trailed down to it and she nodded knowingly at the appearance of the chest, she knew why he was here. She had felt that burning soul depart this world. She knew it was the death of a De Monara that had caused the tempest to erupt so suddenly but she couldn’t let Jack know that she already knew. “What has happened?” She whispered as Jack turned around and headed out of the room. He returned a few seconds later with Oria in his arms and lay her on the desk which Tia Dalma had hurriedly cleared.
“Her last words were to bring her to you and give you this chest.” Jack whispered desolately, his eyes pleading with the woman for some form of relief from the pain. He looked ragged, worn from the increase of rum, lack of decent sleep and grief. Tia glanced down at the still frame of Oria.
“How long has she been like dis?” She queried softly, brushing the stray hair from Oria’s cheeks and eyes. The deathly pallor glaring up at her, Tia was watching the silent frame intently as if trying to put life back into her just from the gaze.
“Two days.” Jack intoned, remembering every agonising second of the hurried journey. The Pearl had done him proud and had pulled out all the stops. Even through the raging storm, she had carried them safely to the island at a break-neck pace. Now everything he needed was dependent on this woman to whom Oria had literally placed both her life and his.
He watched as Tia Dalma brushed her fingers over every aspect of Oria, as if looking for something. She paused, the pads of her fingers pressing against Oria’s throat. No beat greeted her and she gave a heavy sigh, letting her hands drop by her side. “Dere is nothing I can do to revive her. She is past dis realm.” Tia informed him steadily, Jack shook his head slowly not willing to accept the truth.
“She wanted to be brought to you for a reason. She knew she wouldn’t survive the trip and that you could do something. You HAVE to do something.” He almost shouted, restraining himself at the last minute knowing that raising his voice would have no effect on Tia or at least no positive one.
Tia Dalma watched him warily, her eyes assessing the situation carefully before trailing down to the De Monara chest. “Dere is something but it will not be easy and it will not be pleasant for you in particular.” She announced after a thoughtful pause. Jack sank onto a chair with relief, his legs no longer feeling stable enough to keep him upright.
“Anything, just bring her back.” He pleaded, eyes locking onto Tia Dalma’s feverishly. Slowly she nodded and lifted the lid of the box, easing the De Monara dagger free from its velvet bindings.
“Pass me dat bottle.” Jack glanced behind him and handed the small clear bottle over without question. He shouted and leapt up abruptly from the chair as Tia scratched the blade across Oria’s palm. A small amount of blood drained from the wound and into the small bottle, filling it half-way; Tia plunged a cork into the neck and placed the bottle to the side. “A De Monara’s blood is precious. It is better not to waste it.” She intoned while ignoring Jack’s spluttered and flustered complaints as she stepped around the desk to face him. The pirate still looked mildly appalled, his eyes not truly focusing on her as he sank back down into the chair his head in his hands. “We must burn her body.” Tia announced.
Jack leapt up from his chair once more in full indignation, his face outraged and began to protest furiously against the idea. Tia swiftly interrupted him, “You want her back den you must do what I say,” She shouted over his loud curses, slowly the pirate silenced himself and huffed his disagreement and agreement not wanting to commit either way.
“How, pray tell, will burning work in bringing her back?” He accused, following Tia closely to the doorway as she called to a couple of the tanned locals in their native tongue. They nodded curtly and went off into the distance to rouse more of the locals. Tia turned around only to find Jacks face a millimetre away from her own.
“Dat is no longer my little dragon. Dat is just a body and Oria can not go through rebirth while her body still exists in dis world,” Tia brushed past him and gazed over Oria once more, her gaze softening. “Oria knew of da legend, dat is why she sent you to me.” Jack scowled in confusion. He was not happy with all the burning and draining of blood that was transpiring.
“What legend?” Jack snapped in confusion, feeling as if he was sinking beneath the depths of the deepest oceans. No matter how hard he swam towards the surface the waves would not break.
“Oria De Monara is da last of her kind. Many years ago, before her time, her ancestors assisted in da capture of the heathen goddess Calypso. Da goddess was sealed in a physical frame by da pieces of eight from da nine Pirate Lords, but no true curse can be settled by pieces of eight alone. So, da first De Monara sealed da deal wid his blood but he only agreed to dis if da De Monara pirates would forever be protected from extinction. Da Pirate Lords agreed and da blood of da De Monara’s was forever cursed. Da last De Monara if killed would be reborn in Davy Jones locker and if dey grew old widout an heir would die and be reborn younger in da locker. He would den return dem to da real world.” Tia Dalma explained as Jack nodded slowly pretending to understand the explanation. Unfortunately his rum soaked brain was not quite processing the words, well to be more accurate it wasn’t processing anything he reasoned.
“So basically, she is now in Davy Jones locker awaiting HIS valiant rescue?” Jack queried after several minutes of assessing and reassessing the information and fighting down the urge to once again protest against the haphazard supposed plan. “If you don’t mind me saying, that is the most stupid plan I have ever heard in my entire life and I have heard many plans. Mostly my own, but the point is…” Jack was interrupted by Tia’s stony glare which quickly silenced him and stilled his waving hand.
“Da point is dat she will be alive. Which is what you wanted. Her past wid Davy Jones was written long before she was even born and dere is nothing you can do to change it. If you want her, den I can help you retrieve her.” Jack glanced up at Tia, his fingers tugging lightly at the pair of braids slowly as he puzzled over the problem.
“Fine, anything.” Jack waved his hand absently, biting his nail a few seconds later as he contemplated his choices and found there were none to contemplate. He couldn’t leave Oria, not now, not after everything that had happened and as she had said, where there’s a will there’s a way. He had the will and he was determined to make his own way; even if it meant going beyond the ends of the universe, along paths and through lands that should not be traversed.
“Bring her outside.” Tia instructed gently as she headed for the small pier of her cabin. Jack tenderly scooped the still frame into his arms and followed the witch outside. She pointed to a wooden pyre that was floating on the water and motioned for him to place Oria on it. Jack grimaced and faltered in his stride unsure if he could allow this to happen after all.
Tia watched his doubt as he swayed between approaching and retreating, slowly she rested a hand on his shoulder. Jack glanced back at Tia and bit his lip harshly before he took another step forward and laid the fallen frame onto the pyre. He folded her hands over her stomach and laid a tender kiss on her forehead before clambering back onto the pier and watching as the locals dragged the pyre away and set it alight.
A burning tribute to a life that had scorched souls and hearts in a brighter light than the very centre of those flames that glittered in the dappled Caribbean sunlight. The scene softened only by the melodious tones of the village people as they sang in remembrance. Lilting voices that soothed the soul and mind; the dulcet tones danced about the gathered people as a breeze among the leaves, carrying away all the care and worry from heavy minds.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
OK, HERE'S THE DEAL. I AM AWAY FROM ANY INTERNET ACCESS FOR THE NEXT TWO FRIDAYS SO I HAVE UPLOADED THREE CHAPTERS TO COVER TODAY, NEXT FRIDAY AND THE FRIDAY AFTER THAT. IT'S UP TO YOU HOW TO READ THEM, ALL AT ONCE OR ONE EVERY FRIDAY. BUT THERE WILL NOT BE ANY NEW CHAPTERS TILL AUGUST 3RD AT BEST.
TO 'Kimmie' I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE ANYONE CRY! I JUST THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE PEOPLE FEEL A LITTLE SAD, I'M REALLY SORRY! THE PLOT BUNNIES TORTURED ME INTO DOING IT REALLY! ANYWAY, I HOPE I PROVE YOUR THEORY RIGHT OR AT LEAST CREATE AN ACCEPTABLE ALTERNATIVE.