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 8 - Thoughts And An Invasion

Jack held the ship steady but his mind wasn’t on the job at hand, other thoughts were claiming every orifice of his concentration. He wondered about the girl currently locked in his brig, nothing made sense about her, as if she herself was confused about what she was or who she was.

Over a week and he still knew far too little about her, he knew she wouldn’t trust him and he didn’t trust her for not trusting him. It was vicious circle, he knew that, but to take such a giant leap of faith for someone who clearly only wanted to see his guts was well a giant leap of faith and one giant leap he wasn’t too sure he wanted to commit to.

Oria was a curiosity; perhaps… just perhaps that leap of faith might work. He contemplated what could go wrong; every scenario resulted in him losing his head but then what would happen if she didn’t react badly? Not that was an interesting notion… A silly grin crept over his face, after all the girl was far from ugly. The crew noticed the grin and quickly began to move away worried at just what that grin might entail.

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Oria glanced about the cell for the tenth time in fewer minutes and sighed heavily. The energy was still coursing angrily through her veins, begging to be spent. All this restraint was something she was not used to, she had been encouraged to lose it, to run with her feelings on Davy Jones’ ship. He had found her amusing when she lost it and destroyed anything in sight, he had approved and encouraged and she had lost her mind in the abandon.

Now she was having to relearn all her childhood planning, all the cunning, restraint and patience because abandon was not going to help her anymore. Personally she preferred the abandon to restraint, control but on a more disastrous and destructive scale. It took several hours for her to reformulate her thoughts into the constraints of what she had taken for granted as a child but it consumed her energy. Heavy footfalls heralded the arrival of Jack; he grinned as he spotted her and lifted his hands to reveal a bottle of water and a plate of food.

“Thought you might be hungry.” Oria watched as he put them down and entered the cell without a second thought, he placed the food in front of her and handed her the bottle. She watched him warily before beginning to pick at the food, he crossed his legs and sat in front of her, “Here let’s take off that manacle.” Oria frowned, the cell door was still wide open and he was going to risk her escaping the cell. The manacle clinked free and dangled against the wall, he noticed her suspicious frown.

“Why?”

“One of us has to begin trusting the other; I’m taking a blind leap of faith. You have my trust.” She watched him silently for a few minutes; he didn’t avoid her gaze but held it firmly determined not to show any weakness to her. Gut instinct told him she respected strength not of the body but of the mind and one of the ways to prove he had it was not to turn away from that all consuming gaze.

Just the corner of her lips tilted upwards, the slightest sign of approval and she released his gaze to return to the meal. Five minutes later Jack gathered the plate and bottle and stood up, “Personally I would prefer to let you out now but I have to be seen by the rest of the crew as a Captain. I’ll leave the manacle off.” He heard it click into place and stared dumbly, she was sat on the planks with her left wrist encased in the iron.

“Best be seen to be strong than weak. I can survive this punishment Captain don’t worry |I won’t break.” Slowly he nodded.

“You really are quite unusual, even for a man you’d be unusual… but for a woman, you’re definitely unique.” She fought back a proud grin but it managed to spread to her eyes, Jack caught it with a grin feeling equally proud to have said the right thing. The grin stayed with him as he entered his quarters and sank down into his bed. The girl was definitely something; his thoughts began to wander elsewhere, wondering what she would feel like to touch, to kiss. He was broken from the pleasant thoughts by the echo of cannon fire, he sat bolt upright and ran onto the deck shouting for all hands.

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Oria stood up only to be yanked back down by the short manacle chain, the ship rocked beneath her as a cannon ball slammed into the water barely missing their outer hull. She stumbled as another rocked the ship and was yanked back by the chain; the Pearl began to fire back she could hear Jack shouting orders and the crew bellowing at each other.

The noise was deafening, the shouts echoing across the sea from the other ship as well, Oria knelt to glance through a small hole in the ships’ wall. A Dutch Flute was floating alongside them displaying her flag declaring her as a pirate vessel and all guns were firing down her starboard side, the flashes from their cannons sparking in the fog. The ship disappeared from view and the cannons suspiciously stopped firing, without warning the Pearl suddenly listed to starboard as the ships collided port to port and the screams and shouts of boarding pirates met those of the defending.

Oria tugged against the manacle wishing she hadn’t replaced it, not that it would help her any, but she longed to go up top and get into the action. She wanted the adrenaline so badly, it had been absent for too long, she turned her full attention to getting her wrist free of the manacle. Thunderous footsteps echoed down to the brig, she didn’t bother glancing over her shoulder assuming it was one of the crew come to set her free to aid them, a loud chortling sound echoed out.

“Look at this Bill, a whore on a chain.” She glanced over her shoulder and cursed; two very large, very imposing men were leering at her through the bars, “What’s the matter pet, they not treating you right? Once we get in there we’ll show you what a man really is, mark my words.”

She tugged more violently against the manacle as the large one drew his pistol and primed it before aiming at the lock. Oria pitted her weight against the manacle and slowly her hand began to slide through turning crimson as it did so. The shot went off and the ominous creaking of the door heralded the two men’s approach. Glaring over her shoulder she gave one last final tug before giving up and resorting to chain restrained violence, her heel caught one across the jaw. The shorter one retaliated immediately pushing her forwards till her chest was constricted against the wooden side of the ship.

“That wasn’t very nice pet. Best say sorry to my friend there.” Oria pushed back against him but his weight and bulk were far superior to her own. A thick fingered hand entwined itself in her hair and slowly the other man released her and stepped away.

“How do you intend on making it up to me eh? I’ve got a few ideas if you’re lacking.” His hand travelled down her side and grasped her hip tightly pulling her back into his lap, “Get the picture?” Oria attempted to tug her head away only to have her fore-head slammed against the wood, “Don’t try anything smart girl or it’ll be your last move.” Kaleidoscopic patterns danced in front of her eyes dizzily brought back to focus when the mans’ hand slid just that little bit too far south.

Her body shot forward away from his probing digits, she felt his grip tighten and slammed her head back till she felt it connect with his nose. He gave an agonised scream and released her, she tugged again at the manacle and tore her wrist from it just as the second man attempted to grab hold of her. She dodged out of his reach and ran out of the open cell door slamming it closed after her before realising that the bolt was useless.

Pitching her weight against it she began to fumble for a rope with a foot as the two men grabbed the bars and pulled against her, she stumbled as they started to win. Realising that even if she could get hold of the rope she wouldn’t be able to hold the door closed and get the rope knotted at the same time. Her eyes met the largest mans’ blood was dribbling from his broken nose; she released her grasp at the door suddenly with a grin.

The larger man fell backwards with a shout as the edge of the cell door connected with his already tender nose, the smaller man gave a pained squeal as his companion squashed him under his great bulk. Without a second glance Oria ran up the steps to the deck determined to put as much distance between them as possible till she was armed again.

Her eyes swiftly took in the chaos that had broken out on the deck with men at each others’ throats and cutlasses swinging violently at bellies in the hope of slicing them open. The angry shouts echoed up from below and she decided she would be safer amongst those swirling swords than at the hands of the two pirates below. A man suddenly fell down dead his throat cut open without a second thought she scooped up his cutlass from his still warm fingers and turned it on his previous crew mates. The men faltered as they cleared the stairs and realised their quarry was no longer so vulnerable.

“Hello gentlemen, care to continue the dance you started?” She lunged forwards; they bounced apart away from the tip leaving it to slice nothing more than open air and drew their own cutlasses. Oria grinned and picked up the pace swiftly till the two hulks were panting and wheezing just trying to keep their eyes on her sword and stop it from skewering them. The first one fell as his neck was sliced cleanly in half, the larger one growled threateningly.

“Stop prancing around wench and fight like a man.” This angered her into taking more critical risks where her swordplay became more dramatic and deadly with accurate attacks. But there was a strong emphasis on when these strikes were accurate. Her first blow struck home and sank deep into the mans’ thigh, he howled in pain before punching her away and dragging the cutlass out.

He tossed it aside and stormed over to where she was still trying to get her vision to stop dancing. His hand fisted once again in her hair and dragged her neck back to breaking point, her hand clasped his tightly trying to get him to loosen his grip, he dug his cutlass into her throat and she froze. He chuckled, “What woman could ever defeat a man?” His eyes crossed suddenly and he folded over unconscious, Jack pushed him away and dragged Oria upright. He grinned, “Glad to see me love?”

Without warning she pushed him aside, he tripped and stumbled to the floor as a man charged towards them his sword brandished in front of him wildly. Oria skipped sideways dodging his blade by millimetres before he had turned back around. He drew a pistol and screamed something unintelligible, he primed it and screamed whatever the command was again. Oria shook her head, his finger closed on the trigger as hands clasped her arms.