Taming A Dragon

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.
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Chapter 7 – Lessons

Nearly five minutes later the port finally came into sight, Oria let a sigh of relief escape her lips and headed for the final walk over the rickety mooring balustrades. Stalking up the plank she spotted two shadows trying to break through the lock to the Captains’ quarters.

“Hey.” They turned and stared as she stalked towards them, the two youths glanced at each other warily as she approached and dropped the lock. It clanked on the wood softly, Oria grasped them both by their collars and dragged them struggling to the edge of the ship, “Choose another ship next time lads.” With a final thrust she pushed them both overboard, they gave simultaneous squeals and sent plumes of sea water up as they sank beneath the surface.

Oria folded her arms over her chest and watched as they slowly began to swim away shouting obscenities over their shoulders as they headed for the shore. Two hands suddenly slammed into her back, she shrieked slightly with the shock and slipped from the deck landing where the lads had in the ocean only a few seconds before. Spluttering back up to the surface she glared up at the third lad who had avoided her scrutiny of the deck, he crooned and chortled down at her as she treaded water.

“Stupid whore, don’t you know to always watch your back?” Furious at the lads’ prank Oria grasped the bottom rung on the side of the ship and began to clamber up it swiftly.

“Best get running boy, I’m not going to waste time drying before I come after you.” The lad chuckled and leaned on his knees with a grin.

“What you going to do about it pet, you’re all wet and lonely down there. I’m up here with a little friend, who might want to make your acquaintance.” He pulled a pistol from his belt and primed it before aiming it at her; Oria stared up the double barrel and paused. The lad chuckled and primed the second hammer, “I suggest either you start being more pleasant or crawl back into the ocean to cool down.” Oria reached up to the rung above her head and began to climb again; the lad scowled at her and raised his voice, “I was being serious.”

“Aye, of that I have no doubt, it’s your resolve to run through with those plans that I doubt.” Her hand almost reached the deck when the pistol went off, the blast knocking her clean from the ship side. The lads’ eyes went wide as he abandoned the pistol and leaned over the side of the ship, he stared down into the water, the girl wasn’t there.

“Hey, Miss, you alright?” Two hammers clicked into position behind him and he glanced over his shoulder. Oria stood behind him sodden and furious, blood running down the right side of her body from the wound in her shoulder.

“Don’t you know to always watch your back?” Her foot connected with his backside and he plunged head first into the water followed by the two shots. She watched as he swam away as fast as he could with only one good arm with which to power himself, glad he hadn’t used her trick of swimming under the ship and climbing up the other side.

Cursing loudly under her breath as the wound began to sting she inspected the new addition to her collarbone; it was directly over the top of the groove Jacks’ cutlass had given her. It didn’t look deep but a mirror would confirm that, she walked straight into the Captains’ door before realising both it and the hold were locked. Oria glanced about the deck and out over Tortuga, Jack wouldn’t be back for a good couple of hours at least. Slowly she leaned against the mast and scurried down till she was sat on a bundle of ropes at its’ base and began to await his return.

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Oria batted at whatever was poking her in the side and slowly opened her eyes to give whatever it is a good heart felt glare. Millimetres from her nose were several pairs of mud encased boots; she sat up instantly and reached for her dagger as she found herself completely surrounded by leering men.

“Core, she’s a bonny one, been years since I’ve been a ship with its’ own whore and she weren’t as pretty as this one.” The speaker reached out as if to cup her chin and gave a yowl of pain as she sliced into this wrist with a swiftly drawn dagger. The rest of the men looked shocked.

“Hey, what you do that for pet!”

“Only being friendly and all.”

“Do you think she’s a stowaway?” Several voices echoed simultaneously with disapproving glares down at her, she stumbled to her feet feeling vulnerable being the only one on the floor. The men jeered and joked as their eyes raked over her judgingly; another reached out and got the same treatment as the first giving a similar yowl and prancing around clutching his wrist. A tall rugged looking man drew his cutlass; Oria drew her pistol and aimed it at his heart her thumb resting on the hammer ready to prime it. The man growled at her in a rough voice.

“You could do with some manners wench.”

“Oi! What the bloody hell is going on here?” Jack pushed his way through the crowd which parted slightly disappointed that the fun was being drawn to a close so early. The Captain surveyed the scene quickly, “Both of you lower your weapons. Now.” His voice left no room for question, slowly the man lowered his cutlass, Oria didn’t move, Jack glared at her, “I told you to lower your weapon crew man.”

Her gaze shifted to his momentarily, he stepped in front of the pistol and watched as anger and restraint flashed dangerously across her eyes, slowly she lowered the weapon. Jack turned to face the rest of the crew, “Now does anyone care to tell me why weapons had to be drawn?” One of the men with a bleeding wrist stepped forwards angrily and pointed at her accusingly.

“She slashed at us.” Oria snorted.

“Not without due reason.” She folded her arms crossly to stop her from reaching for her pistol or cutlass again.

“We was only being friendly Captain and she just went crazy.” Oria stalked forwards, Jack grasped her arms and dragged her back.

“Too damn friendly!” She stumbled back against the mast as her feet caught in the rope; Jack glanced between the two, who were shooting daggers at each other.

“Alright now let’s all calm down. Now you lot, this is Oria, she is not for touching, playing with or anything else your filthy little minds can conjure up. I think you’ve all realised she’s fully capable of fending off any advances. Oria, this is the new crew, you are not to destroy them.” She gritted her teeth.

“Aye Captain.” He nodded smartly and turned back to the crew.

“Right let’s get this beauty ready for sailing. Come on you scabrous dogs, we haven’t got all day!” The crew practically fell over themselves attempting to get to their posts, Jack turned to Oria feeling her glare beginning to burn a hole in his back.

“What I did was fully justified.”

“Perhaps, the fact remains that I need a full working crew, I now have two with bleeding wrists due to your… justification. Now listen up, they have the same rule as you, in total they answer only to me just like you. Any justifications and punishments to be dealt go through me; you do not take them upon yourself.” Jack turned away believing he had put his point across.

“So you’re saying I’m not even allowed to defend myself.” He gritted his teeth, she had to have the last word and he was sure it was going to drive him insane in the long run.

“No that is not what I said, what I said was that I don’t want you mauling my crew. I’m sure you can come up with some creative ways of retraining them without making them bleed unless it is absolutely necessary. Do you understand?” She bit her tongue to stop the retort.

“Aye Captain.” He nodded.

“Good, now go up the yard and help loose the sails.” Deliberately slow she made her way up the rigging to the yard; Jack stood by the helm and refused to rise to the bait. The ship was pulling away from her moorings by the time Oria had scrambled back down. She was spoiling for a fight, every single nerve on edge and every muscle tensed with frustration.

For over a week she had not trained, not fought with anything and it was wearing her patience down to the bare minimum, too much energy was coursing through her. The faintest brush of some passing her snapped it; she pushed the man violently away and drew her cutlass only to find it colliding with Jacks’ who looked just as furious. Order came back to her mind and she slowly pulled away, removing her sword from his, the small cabin lad looking terrified up from the deck between the two. Jack kept his cutlass out.

“Now me and you’ll just be going down to the brig so you can cool down savvy?” Slowly Oria sheathed the cutlass and snapped the belt from around her waist; she dropped it into his outstretched hand. A man clamped an iron manacle about her wrist and she fought back the instinct to fire off again knowing if she did the ship would be lucky to survive never mind the crew.

Jack gestured with his cutlass towards the brig; she stalked in front of him letting the other end of the manacle smack against her thigh as she walked. Once in the cool underbelly of the ship Jack sheathed his cutlass and opened one of the cells doors, she stepped past him and sank onto the floor. He followed her in and fastened the other end of the manacle to a ring. Jack watched her for a few seconds before sighing and heading back out of the cell. He locked the door and watched her for a few moments from the other side of the bars.

“Why are you so violent love?” She avoided his gaze and folded her legs up against her chest holding them close with her arms. He sighed and walked back up to the deck to continue captaining his ship, she watched him go quietly, he wouldn’t understand, no one would, no one could.