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Adult ++
Chapters:
21
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1,596
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12
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Chapter 7 - Jolly Mon
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 7 - Jolly Mon
Dogs were lapping at his fingers again, Jack flexed them gently and the tongues retreated for a few seconds before starting again. With a groan he glared at the offending dogs, couldn’t they see he was hung-over and in no mood to entertain. A big dopey eyed one met his gaze and panted heavily in his face, its’ thick bushy tail giving a friendly wag.
Jack waved away the smell of dog breath and pushed the dog off him before struggling to sit up without rolling off the pier and into the sea. Finally accomplishing the feat against gravity which was doubly complex with no balance what so ever due to alcohol, he stretched lazily coming to a swift conclusion that piers were not the best place to spend the night. The dog was still stood next to him, its’ tongue lolling and eyes as dopey as ever, Jack waved his hands at it again.
“Shoo dog, go on, go find some other unfortunate soul to stink out.” The dog stopped panting and whined before barking rather sharply, Jack jumped and felt his hands land on nothing but air. He toppled backwards into the port sea with a quiet shriek. After several seconds of disorientated underwater swimming and floating he found his way back to the surface and glared up at the dog which was sat on the edge of the pier looking completely innocent.
He slammed the wet hat back onto his head ensuring it didn’t swim away to some other owner and began to swim for shore. A figure was stood there, laughing, at him, at his expense, Jack stumbled up the sand straightening his hat and pausing as he realised it was Anna-Maria laughing at him. He adopted a charming smile and swayed over to her.
“All intentional love. No harm intended or done.” She pointed to his hat; Jack glanced upwards at the brim and scowled back at her, it wasn't his fault the hat was soaked and dripping droplets onto his nose.
“I like the fish.” Jack pulled the hat from his head curiously, sure enough a small silver coloured fish was swirling around the brim, popping its’ way around quite merrily. He tipped it up over the ocean with a scowl, three seconds in the water and already some thing was trying to steal his hat.
It squelched rapidly back onto his head, the woman was still giggling away. He folded his arms and watched her warily adopting as much of a ‘are you quite finished’ look as he could while fighting back not to laugh as well, when he looked back at it, it was rather funny. Still, she didn’t need to know that he agreed with her, stay aloof, cool, calm and collected he reminded himself. After several minutes she calmed down enough to take a couple of gasps of air and sink wearily onto a barrel.
“That was hilarious.” Jack merely grinned.
“So would that do in exchange for your boat?” He ducked as she tried to slap him again; he turned sharply on his heel and ran hearing her own footsteps not far behind his own.
:/
A whole week on Tortuga, sure it was wonderful except he hadn’t eaten in days, was completely wasted on rum and had nothing to his name what so ever. Even some of the clothes on his back weren’t his; he’d collected them from various conquests at sea and on land. The jacket for example was from a man who had tried to attack one of the many, many ships he had travelled on, obviously he had traded in the jacket for his life and Jack had been more than willing to spare it. Life was precious, that was another lesson well learned in his opinion.
As for his hat, well that had a good story behind it, but he was saving that one for anyone who could tell him about the Black Pearl and in particular one of her crew. So far, no one knew anything, all he had was a handful of tales telling him to avoid the Pearl and her accursed crew at all costs.
Course he wasn’t going to pay any attention to that, he’d been hunting her for eight years, he wasn’t about to stop now. All he needed was that damn boat of Anna-Maria’s, then he could get to Port Royal, take a HMS ship and get on his way to getting a crew and taking back his ship. He assumed Oria had left the Black Pearl, he had heard nothing about her and he prayed every day that he would hear some news, find her. One step towards that was getting the Black Pearl, hopefully then she would hear of him and find her way back.
He downed another good third of the rum bottle and sighed as he gazed out across the tavern, it was well past midnight. Nothing but the oldest of sea dogs who could hold their drink were still conscious. One was watching him curiously, Jack studied him through the corner of his eye as the man struggled to get on his feet and hobble over.
“Alright there mate?” Jack looked up with a smile.
“Perfectly thank you.” The old man trembled as his aching joints strained to lower him into the seat opposite Jack.
“You used to Captain the Black Pearl did you not, with that bonny young lass?” Jack nodded and downed some more of the rum.
“Aye, I used to Captain her.” The man nodded and leaned forwards.
“Got some interesting news about that one, but no one believes me. Perhaps, you could clarify it for me?” He rubbed his thumb and fore-finger together suggestively with a grin, Jack smiled and leaned forwards.
“I’ll exchange it for another story.” The old man considered this, he knew Jack was well known for his tales and often had physical evidence of them. He already knew of the attack of the siren that had left his right fore arm hideously scarred, he could see the beginnings of the white scars under his sleeve. Slowly he nodded in agreement.
“As long as it’s not one I’ve heard of before.” Jack nodded and held his hand out and they shook.
“Now tell me about the lass.” The old man chuckled and leaned back in his chair.
“They say she’s a De Monara, she’s got the scars for one, I’ve seen them and the temper and wild look in her eyes. They say she’s the one who’s cursed the crew of the Black Pearl for capturing her, dragging her up from hell and her throne by the Devil. They say the Isle De Muerta is the entrance to hell, it’s where they found her apparently.” Jack leaned forwards even more.
“What do you know of her now though?” The old man rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“They say she’s more powerful than any of her predecessors, uses two cutlasses instead of one and is deadly accurate with both and her pistols. No one has survived coming into contact with her, few remember the crew but no one remembers her. Barbossa keeps her close, mind you he would wouldn’t he.” He chuckled roughly before descending into a coughing fit.
“Any man who could get their hands on her would. Imagine the stir it would cause if she bred anything. The De Monara’s reborn to the world. A new era of pirates! And the man who did it... the father of all pirates, honoured, revered. No Barbossa doesn’t let her stray.” He shuffled forwards more his eyes wide,
“They say she’s untouched! I’d give both me arms just too…” He paused as he saw Jacks’ eyes take on more the look of a bottomless pit of rage. The old man leaned back, “I think you’ve just confirmed me story at any rate, did you ever…” Jack stood up and stormed out of the tavern leaving half a bottle of rum behind. The old man shrugged and began to swig from it, that was payment enough in his opinion.
:/
Jack stormed down onto the beach, implying such a thing as that, Barbossa and Oria. It made his stomach churn at the mere suggestion; he knew better, he knew Barbossa would be dead long before the thought crossed his mind. But still, the sheer assumption, it was not Barbossa who had fought all those months patiently to get her trust, wasn’t Barbossa that had taught her more about humanity than any living being had ever bothered to even try and attempt to.
He placed his hands on his hips, anger with no outlet, his eyes raked over the harbour; he didn’t want to wait any longer. Storming down the pier he spotted the little boat bobbing quietly next to the pier. He jumped down into it; chances were he’d never see Anna-Maria again so what was the point in trying to woo her enough to earn it when he could just steal it. Tossing the mooring rope over he began to ready the tiny boat for its’ journey.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY, MANY THANKS TO mar1966 A MODEL REVIEWER!!! GOD BLESS YOU DARLING!!!
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 7 - Jolly Mon
Dogs were lapping at his fingers again, Jack flexed them gently and the tongues retreated for a few seconds before starting again. With a groan he glared at the offending dogs, couldn’t they see he was hung-over and in no mood to entertain. A big dopey eyed one met his gaze and panted heavily in his face, its’ thick bushy tail giving a friendly wag.
Jack waved away the smell of dog breath and pushed the dog off him before struggling to sit up without rolling off the pier and into the sea. Finally accomplishing the feat against gravity which was doubly complex with no balance what so ever due to alcohol, he stretched lazily coming to a swift conclusion that piers were not the best place to spend the night. The dog was still stood next to him, its’ tongue lolling and eyes as dopey as ever, Jack waved his hands at it again.
“Shoo dog, go on, go find some other unfortunate soul to stink out.” The dog stopped panting and whined before barking rather sharply, Jack jumped and felt his hands land on nothing but air. He toppled backwards into the port sea with a quiet shriek. After several seconds of disorientated underwater swimming and floating he found his way back to the surface and glared up at the dog which was sat on the edge of the pier looking completely innocent.
He slammed the wet hat back onto his head ensuring it didn’t swim away to some other owner and began to swim for shore. A figure was stood there, laughing, at him, at his expense, Jack stumbled up the sand straightening his hat and pausing as he realised it was Anna-Maria laughing at him. He adopted a charming smile and swayed over to her.
“All intentional love. No harm intended or done.” She pointed to his hat; Jack glanced upwards at the brim and scowled back at her, it wasn't his fault the hat was soaked and dripping droplets onto his nose.
“I like the fish.” Jack pulled the hat from his head curiously, sure enough a small silver coloured fish was swirling around the brim, popping its’ way around quite merrily. He tipped it up over the ocean with a scowl, three seconds in the water and already some thing was trying to steal his hat.
It squelched rapidly back onto his head, the woman was still giggling away. He folded his arms and watched her warily adopting as much of a ‘are you quite finished’ look as he could while fighting back not to laugh as well, when he looked back at it, it was rather funny. Still, she didn’t need to know that he agreed with her, stay aloof, cool, calm and collected he reminded himself. After several minutes she calmed down enough to take a couple of gasps of air and sink wearily onto a barrel.
“That was hilarious.” Jack merely grinned.
“So would that do in exchange for your boat?” He ducked as she tried to slap him again; he turned sharply on his heel and ran hearing her own footsteps not far behind his own.
:/
A whole week on Tortuga, sure it was wonderful except he hadn’t eaten in days, was completely wasted on rum and had nothing to his name what so ever. Even some of the clothes on his back weren’t his; he’d collected them from various conquests at sea and on land. The jacket for example was from a man who had tried to attack one of the many, many ships he had travelled on, obviously he had traded in the jacket for his life and Jack had been more than willing to spare it. Life was precious, that was another lesson well learned in his opinion.
As for his hat, well that had a good story behind it, but he was saving that one for anyone who could tell him about the Black Pearl and in particular one of her crew. So far, no one knew anything, all he had was a handful of tales telling him to avoid the Pearl and her accursed crew at all costs.
Course he wasn’t going to pay any attention to that, he’d been hunting her for eight years, he wasn’t about to stop now. All he needed was that damn boat of Anna-Maria’s, then he could get to Port Royal, take a HMS ship and get on his way to getting a crew and taking back his ship. He assumed Oria had left the Black Pearl, he had heard nothing about her and he prayed every day that he would hear some news, find her. One step towards that was getting the Black Pearl, hopefully then she would hear of him and find her way back.
He downed another good third of the rum bottle and sighed as he gazed out across the tavern, it was well past midnight. Nothing but the oldest of sea dogs who could hold their drink were still conscious. One was watching him curiously, Jack studied him through the corner of his eye as the man struggled to get on his feet and hobble over.
“Alright there mate?” Jack looked up with a smile.
“Perfectly thank you.” The old man trembled as his aching joints strained to lower him into the seat opposite Jack.
“You used to Captain the Black Pearl did you not, with that bonny young lass?” Jack nodded and downed some more of the rum.
“Aye, I used to Captain her.” The man nodded and leaned forwards.
“Got some interesting news about that one, but no one believes me. Perhaps, you could clarify it for me?” He rubbed his thumb and fore-finger together suggestively with a grin, Jack smiled and leaned forwards.
“I’ll exchange it for another story.” The old man considered this, he knew Jack was well known for his tales and often had physical evidence of them. He already knew of the attack of the siren that had left his right fore arm hideously scarred, he could see the beginnings of the white scars under his sleeve. Slowly he nodded in agreement.
“As long as it’s not one I’ve heard of before.” Jack nodded and held his hand out and they shook.
“Now tell me about the lass.” The old man chuckled and leaned back in his chair.
“They say she’s a De Monara, she’s got the scars for one, I’ve seen them and the temper and wild look in her eyes. They say she’s the one who’s cursed the crew of the Black Pearl for capturing her, dragging her up from hell and her throne by the Devil. They say the Isle De Muerta is the entrance to hell, it’s where they found her apparently.” Jack leaned forwards even more.
“What do you know of her now though?” The old man rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“They say she’s more powerful than any of her predecessors, uses two cutlasses instead of one and is deadly accurate with both and her pistols. No one has survived coming into contact with her, few remember the crew but no one remembers her. Barbossa keeps her close, mind you he would wouldn’t he.” He chuckled roughly before descending into a coughing fit.
“Any man who could get their hands on her would. Imagine the stir it would cause if she bred anything. The De Monara’s reborn to the world. A new era of pirates! And the man who did it... the father of all pirates, honoured, revered. No Barbossa doesn’t let her stray.” He shuffled forwards more his eyes wide,
“They say she’s untouched! I’d give both me arms just too…” He paused as he saw Jacks’ eyes take on more the look of a bottomless pit of rage. The old man leaned back, “I think you’ve just confirmed me story at any rate, did you ever…” Jack stood up and stormed out of the tavern leaving half a bottle of rum behind. The old man shrugged and began to swig from it, that was payment enough in his opinion.
:/
Jack stormed down onto the beach, implying such a thing as that, Barbossa and Oria. It made his stomach churn at the mere suggestion; he knew better, he knew Barbossa would be dead long before the thought crossed his mind. But still, the sheer assumption, it was not Barbossa who had fought all those months patiently to get her trust, wasn’t Barbossa that had taught her more about humanity than any living being had ever bothered to even try and attempt to.
He placed his hands on his hips, anger with no outlet, his eyes raked over the harbour; he didn’t want to wait any longer. Storming down the pier he spotted the little boat bobbing quietly next to the pier. He jumped down into it; chances were he’d never see Anna-Maria again so what was the point in trying to woo her enough to earn it when he could just steal it. Tossing the mooring rope over he began to ready the tiny boat for its’ journey.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MANY, MANY THANKS TO mar1966 A MODEL REVIEWER!!! GOD BLESS YOU DARLING!!!