The Tolling of the Bell
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
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2,112
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22
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Chapter 7 - Sagar
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 7 – Sagar
Jack clambered up the side of the Pearl, his eyes avoiding the rest of the crews as he held a hand out to Tia. She clasped the sea roughened hand tightly and clambered up the slippery rungs, pausing only to glance about the ship curiously. Gibbs glanced down into the boat, “Oria?” He whispered as Jack drew level with him.
“Pending.” Jack informed him sullenly before heading for his cabin and the next bottle of rum, only to be stopped half-way by the appearance of the small Indian boy. He scowled at the lad, “Who are you?” He demanded having forgotten about the boy with the appearance of the hell hole that had opened its viciously toothed maw directly under his feet.
“Sagar, Captain.” The boy informed him, his bright eyes a dark chocolate brown in the setting sun. Jack scowled. The name rang a bell but he wasn’t sure where from in his rum addled brain.
“Port Royal?” Jack queried quietly as the tinkling of a memory rang in his senses. The lad nodded with a pleasant smile and hope blossomed in his eyes. Jack glanced back at Tia Dalma. “Do we have time for a call at Port Royal?” Slowly she inclined her head and headed for the cabin silently. “We need supplies anyway; I’ll take ya to Port Royal lad but no further.” Jack gruffly announced as he shouted the order to Gibbs and swiftly retreated into his cabin after Tia Dalma. The boy’s eyes burning into his back.
Tia Dalma was sat at his desk, her fingers trailing over the wooden surface slowly as her eyes rose to meet his. Jack refused to meet her gaze as he placed the small De Monara chest respectfully on the desk; he was still annoyed at the whole burning and blood episode that had transpired in the wooden hut. Tia chuckled slightly, amused by his annoyance, “Jack… why do you dink she asked to be brought to me. She knew you wouldn’t be able to do it.”
“Seems a bit treacherous and… traitorous sending her back to where Davy Jones has control don’t you think? Especially since we only just managed to free her,” Jack scooped up a rum bottle from the floor having design only to sink into another rum induced stupor. “You sure that’s what she wanted?” His eyes searched Tia’s accusingly wondering whether he should suspect foul play or not. He couldn’t think of any reason for Tia Dalma to want to remove Oria. If anything they seemed to get along which was unusual enough to be suspicious in his opinion. The woman merely smiled and waved a hand at him to banish the comment.
“My dragon can handle herself Jack Sparrow. I would do nothing to harm her and neither will Davy Jones.” She assured with a knowing grin.
“I’m not worried about Davy Jones harming her. I’m worried that she’ll go off with him instead of me, back to her old life and immortality.” Jack announced loudly while flailing the rum bottle around randomly before tugging the cork free and taking a deep swig of it to still the sudden nerves that had exploded. He was going to lose her, he knew it. He just knew it; he quickly downed another large mouthful of rum and winced at the burn.
“Oria De Monara will do what Oria De Monara wants and no one will stand in her way. Not even you. If she should change her mind to not pay heed to your whims and fancies. She is a free spirit Jack. My little dragon will clip her wings for no one and you would not love her as much as you do if she did.” Tia proclaimed, rising from her chair and stepping up to him. Jack sucked at the rum bottle sullenly and quickly slumped back into his chair before Tia could entertain the idea of returning to it.
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A sharp stinging breath of scorching hot and dry air flooded a chilled body and heated it to boiling point stirring the very blood into racing through unused veins. Oria rolled onto her side, coughing as if she sought to remove her lungs. Slowly she collapsed once more onto her back, every inch of her aching as life flooded back into numb limbs and chilled muscles helped to loosen by the scorching sun that beat down on her mercilessly. Her hands pushed against her ribs, seeking to control the now rough and ragged breaths that racked through her body making the aches and pains worse with the jerking and uncontrolled movements.
Gradually normality crept back into her system as her body adapted to the sensation of life once more. Easing herself onto her elbows Oria glanced around the desolate landscape, shielding her eyes from the glare of the unforgiving sun with one hand to her brow. Stumbling to her feet her eyes raked the horizon, nothing more than bone white sand and crystal blue skies greeted her. “Welcome home.” She whispered absently to herself as she sank back down into the sand, wearied and sore.
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Jack tugged at the oars, the small row boat gliding effortlessly over the moonlit waves of Port Royal’s bay. Sagar watching him silently as they neared their destination; the Pearl had been forced to anchor in a secluded bay further down the coast in order to avoid detection. Jack had ended up taking the boy instead of Gibbs when he refused to leave the ship unless it was Jack and only Jack that took him. Not having the energy to refuse the lad Jack had agreed deciding it would be a good distraction from grim thoughts.
The prow of the row boat gritted against the sandy beach and bounced against the waves as Jack scrabbled out and tugged it further up the shore before helping the little lad out. Sagar then refusing point blank to release his hand and blinking innocently up into Jack’s annoyed gaze. Jack scowled down at him, refusing to believe that the lad didn’t know what he was doing. The pirate sighed dejectedly and began to lead the way to Will’s house, the boy trundling merrily along behind him perfectly content with the reassuring contact. Bloody stowaways Jack thought absently as the boy’s grip tightened on his hand like a vice.
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Jack rapped smartly on the wooden door. He had been surprised at the lack of marines patrolling the streets and it had filled him with an air of confidence that had been severely depleted by the presence of the boy clinging to his hand as if it was a lifeline. A pirate’s image and reputation was not benefited when hindered by a clinging little boy. They had only encountered one patrol and slipped easily down a side-alley to avoid detection. Now the door to the young man’s home loomed before them, the edges growing golden as a flickering candle approached. Slowly the metal hinges creaked open and Will gazed out curious as to who would be calling at this hour, “Jack?”
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 7 – Sagar
Jack clambered up the side of the Pearl, his eyes avoiding the rest of the crews as he held a hand out to Tia. She clasped the sea roughened hand tightly and clambered up the slippery rungs, pausing only to glance about the ship curiously. Gibbs glanced down into the boat, “Oria?” He whispered as Jack drew level with him.
“Pending.” Jack informed him sullenly before heading for his cabin and the next bottle of rum, only to be stopped half-way by the appearance of the small Indian boy. He scowled at the lad, “Who are you?” He demanded having forgotten about the boy with the appearance of the hell hole that had opened its viciously toothed maw directly under his feet.
“Sagar, Captain.” The boy informed him, his bright eyes a dark chocolate brown in the setting sun. Jack scowled. The name rang a bell but he wasn’t sure where from in his rum addled brain.
“Port Royal?” Jack queried quietly as the tinkling of a memory rang in his senses. The lad nodded with a pleasant smile and hope blossomed in his eyes. Jack glanced back at Tia Dalma. “Do we have time for a call at Port Royal?” Slowly she inclined her head and headed for the cabin silently. “We need supplies anyway; I’ll take ya to Port Royal lad but no further.” Jack gruffly announced as he shouted the order to Gibbs and swiftly retreated into his cabin after Tia Dalma. The boy’s eyes burning into his back.
Tia Dalma was sat at his desk, her fingers trailing over the wooden surface slowly as her eyes rose to meet his. Jack refused to meet her gaze as he placed the small De Monara chest respectfully on the desk; he was still annoyed at the whole burning and blood episode that had transpired in the wooden hut. Tia chuckled slightly, amused by his annoyance, “Jack… why do you dink she asked to be brought to me. She knew you wouldn’t be able to do it.”
“Seems a bit treacherous and… traitorous sending her back to where Davy Jones has control don’t you think? Especially since we only just managed to free her,” Jack scooped up a rum bottle from the floor having design only to sink into another rum induced stupor. “You sure that’s what she wanted?” His eyes searched Tia’s accusingly wondering whether he should suspect foul play or not. He couldn’t think of any reason for Tia Dalma to want to remove Oria. If anything they seemed to get along which was unusual enough to be suspicious in his opinion. The woman merely smiled and waved a hand at him to banish the comment.
“My dragon can handle herself Jack Sparrow. I would do nothing to harm her and neither will Davy Jones.” She assured with a knowing grin.
“I’m not worried about Davy Jones harming her. I’m worried that she’ll go off with him instead of me, back to her old life and immortality.” Jack announced loudly while flailing the rum bottle around randomly before tugging the cork free and taking a deep swig of it to still the sudden nerves that had exploded. He was going to lose her, he knew it. He just knew it; he quickly downed another large mouthful of rum and winced at the burn.
“Oria De Monara will do what Oria De Monara wants and no one will stand in her way. Not even you. If she should change her mind to not pay heed to your whims and fancies. She is a free spirit Jack. My little dragon will clip her wings for no one and you would not love her as much as you do if she did.” Tia proclaimed, rising from her chair and stepping up to him. Jack sucked at the rum bottle sullenly and quickly slumped back into his chair before Tia could entertain the idea of returning to it.
A sharp stinging breath of scorching hot and dry air flooded a chilled body and heated it to boiling point stirring the very blood into racing through unused veins. Oria rolled onto her side, coughing as if she sought to remove her lungs. Slowly she collapsed once more onto her back, every inch of her aching as life flooded back into numb limbs and chilled muscles helped to loosen by the scorching sun that beat down on her mercilessly. Her hands pushed against her ribs, seeking to control the now rough and ragged breaths that racked through her body making the aches and pains worse with the jerking and uncontrolled movements.
Gradually normality crept back into her system as her body adapted to the sensation of life once more. Easing herself onto her elbows Oria glanced around the desolate landscape, shielding her eyes from the glare of the unforgiving sun with one hand to her brow. Stumbling to her feet her eyes raked the horizon, nothing more than bone white sand and crystal blue skies greeted her. “Welcome home.” She whispered absently to herself as she sank back down into the sand, wearied and sore.
Jack tugged at the oars, the small row boat gliding effortlessly over the moonlit waves of Port Royal’s bay. Sagar watching him silently as they neared their destination; the Pearl had been forced to anchor in a secluded bay further down the coast in order to avoid detection. Jack had ended up taking the boy instead of Gibbs when he refused to leave the ship unless it was Jack and only Jack that took him. Not having the energy to refuse the lad Jack had agreed deciding it would be a good distraction from grim thoughts.
The prow of the row boat gritted against the sandy beach and bounced against the waves as Jack scrabbled out and tugged it further up the shore before helping the little lad out. Sagar then refusing point blank to release his hand and blinking innocently up into Jack’s annoyed gaze. Jack scowled down at him, refusing to believe that the lad didn’t know what he was doing. The pirate sighed dejectedly and began to lead the way to Will’s house, the boy trundling merrily along behind him perfectly content with the reassuring contact. Bloody stowaways Jack thought absently as the boy’s grip tightened on his hand like a vice.
Jack rapped smartly on the wooden door. He had been surprised at the lack of marines patrolling the streets and it had filled him with an air of confidence that had been severely depleted by the presence of the boy clinging to his hand as if it was a lifeline. A pirate’s image and reputation was not benefited when hindered by a clinging little boy. They had only encountered one patrol and slipped easily down a side-alley to avoid detection. Now the door to the young man’s home loomed before them, the edges growing golden as a flickering candle approached. Slowly the metal hinges creaked open and Will gazed out curious as to who would be calling at this hour, “Jack?”