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Adult ++
Chapters:
16
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7
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Chapter 29 - History's Curse
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 29 - History’s Curse
“So that’s it then? That’s the secret grand adventure of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum?” Jack smiled and spread his arms proudly the rum sloshing in their bottles. The girl didn’t have even half a clue what he went through then, what he was going to go through now. Torture once again that ran as deep as his veins and burned twice as powerfully as the centre of the sun. Let her dream that it had been a pleasant holiday, it would not be him who removed her innocent view on the world and the people in it.
“Welcome to the Caribbean love.” He brushed past her forcing a bottle into her hand and headed for the beach to drown his sorrows once more and await something to assist him. Eventually as the chill of the night began to settle in Elizabeth managed to stir Jack enough for him to make a fire. By the time night had truly settled in the fire was blazing away brightly casting an ethereal golden glow on the beach.
Jack stared out sullenly over the ocean swigging from his second rum bottle of the night. All the same memories, the same despair and the same hope running through his head repeatedly, torturing what sanity he had left, if any with the amount of rum he had consumed. The only thing different this time was Elizabeth, truth be told so far she wasn’t making much difference. Still he glanced her over from the corner of his eye; she wasn’t at all bad looking. Similar build to Oria, similar characteristics, bit tamer but then no one was as wild as Oria. He couldn’t help himself from flirting with Elizabeth, she was attractive to him and he couldn’t deny that. It would have been like denying he was male.
:/
Will leaned against the cell wall as Oria was dragged down and chained back where she had been before with rope and manacles holding her wrists and a single manacle over her ankle. Pintel and Ragetti chuckled as they strode back up to the top of the deck. Oria sighed and sank down onto her knees wearily.
“Are you not going to try and escape?” She laughed, her gaze fixed on her boots.
“Why bother? They’ll just keep on putting us back down here, we have no weapons, we have no plan and we are drastically outnumbered. If that wasn’t enough they’ve given me reason enough to not work against them yet. You want to escape you’re on your own mate. I’ll have nothing to do with it.” He shuffled forwards slightly startled by her defeated attitude.
“What do you mean? You were ready to try it before, why not now?”
“There’s no point. It would just be a waste of lives, besides that accursed monkey is hovering back there.” The monkey gave a squeak and clambered back up the steps, “See. As much as you may not like it Master Turner we are officially and thoroughly captured… Pray that your girl gets rescued soon because we are certainly heading to our doom.” She shuffled around and ignored them dutifully.
“You’re a pirate; you’re the strongest person I know, you can’t just let them win.” Her eyes slipped closed and she shook her head.
“But I can’t fight against the death of those I care for Will. I can’t fight that… I can’t risk it.” Will began to speak again but noticed Gibbs shaking his head.
“Leave her be lad.” Slowly he closed his mouth and sat down on the wooden floor despairingly. Oria stared at her feet numbly, why did history always have to repeat itself with her, why couldn’t it just for once settle down or pick on someone else? She wrapped her arms about her legs and rested her head on her knees, she hated feeling helpless and at that precise moment in time she couldn’t remember a time when she had been more helpless.
:/
Oria glanced dejectedly over her shoulder as Pintel and Ragetti stumbled down to the brig with a couple of mops and a bucket of what looked like thick tar. Ragetti glanced at her but she merely turned away and shuffled into a more comfortable position. They began to wipe up the majority of the water that was swirling around before spreading the thick tar like liquid down.
“Awwk, shiver me timbers.” Gibbs gave a lob-sided grin.
“Cotton here says you missed a bit.” Pintel slapped his mop against the bars, spraying the crew with the foul water and tar mixture. Will studied Pintel curiously.
“You knew William Turner?” Pintel grinned and leaned on his mop.
“Ol’ Bootstrap Bill. We knew him. Never sat well with Bootstrap what we did to Jack Sparrow, the mutiny and all.” He glanced back at Oria warily, “He said it wasn’t right with the Code. That’s why he sent off a piece of the treasure to you as it were. He said we deserved to be cursed and remain cursed.” Ragetti grimaced.
“Stupid blighter.” Gibbs leaned forwards.
“Good man.” Oria stood up and glared at them. Sure there was self-pity and then there was ways to deal with it. Self-pity would only destroy her; it was time to fight once more and pick up the game.
“Aye, good man.” Gibbs mimicked, Pintel glared at her.
“Well as you can imagine that didn’t sit too well with the Captain.” Ragetti chuckled.
“Didn’t sit too well with the Captain at all.” Pintel grinned.
“Especially when he became overly chummy with Oria there. Some said they were planning their own mutiny after we got cursed.” Ragetti chuckled again.
“Tell him what Barbossa did.” Pintel turned on him harshly with a growl.
“I’m telling the story!” Ragetti withdrew slightly, “So what the Captain did, he strapped a cannon ball to Bootstraps bootstraps.” Ragetti chuckled childishly.
“Bootstraps’ bootstraps!” Pintel looked evilly up.
“The last we saw of ol’ Bill Turner, he was sinking to the crushing black oblivion of Davy Jones’ Locker. ‘Course it was only after that we learned we needed his blood to lift the curse.” Ragetti nodded.
“Now that’s what you call ironic.” Oria smirked and Pintel rounded on her.
“Course Barbossa made up for the little whore not telling us in the first place.” She glared at him.
“Shot her in the gut and then left her all alone in this dark dingy cell with nothing but the rats for company till she complied with him.” She snarled, Barbossa was stood on the stairs holding a set of keys.
“Bring him and the girl.” Oria watched as Ragetti approached her somewhat nervously, he had due reason to when she planted the heel of her free foot into his groin. He stumbled backwards cursing her, she grinned satisfied and gave a pleased chuckle. A pistol primed quickly and Pintel stepped forwards.
“None of those antics now Missy.” She moved as if to kick him too but he turned the pistol on the crew blankly and Oria froze with a glare, Ragetti stood up slightly hunched over and dragged her up the steps after him. She would see no more blood spilled on her account. Will was dragged up to where Oria was being held by Barbossa his hand wrapped tightly about the chains and ropes that held her wrists, she glanced Will up and down ensuring he was unharmed. They were tossed into separate boats, Will with Pintel, Ragetti, Koehler and Twigg and Oria with Barbossa and Bo’Sun, Sara clamped next to him, no one else was willing to go near Oria with the look in her eyes promising all kinds of pain beyond their wildest imaginings.
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 29 - History’s Curse
“So that’s it then? That’s the secret grand adventure of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow? You spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum?” Jack smiled and spread his arms proudly the rum sloshing in their bottles. The girl didn’t have even half a clue what he went through then, what he was going to go through now. Torture once again that ran as deep as his veins and burned twice as powerfully as the centre of the sun. Let her dream that it had been a pleasant holiday, it would not be him who removed her innocent view on the world and the people in it.
“Welcome to the Caribbean love.” He brushed past her forcing a bottle into her hand and headed for the beach to drown his sorrows once more and await something to assist him. Eventually as the chill of the night began to settle in Elizabeth managed to stir Jack enough for him to make a fire. By the time night had truly settled in the fire was blazing away brightly casting an ethereal golden glow on the beach.
Jack stared out sullenly over the ocean swigging from his second rum bottle of the night. All the same memories, the same despair and the same hope running through his head repeatedly, torturing what sanity he had left, if any with the amount of rum he had consumed. The only thing different this time was Elizabeth, truth be told so far she wasn’t making much difference. Still he glanced her over from the corner of his eye; she wasn’t at all bad looking. Similar build to Oria, similar characteristics, bit tamer but then no one was as wild as Oria. He couldn’t help himself from flirting with Elizabeth, she was attractive to him and he couldn’t deny that. It would have been like denying he was male.
:/
Will leaned against the cell wall as Oria was dragged down and chained back where she had been before with rope and manacles holding her wrists and a single manacle over her ankle. Pintel and Ragetti chuckled as they strode back up to the top of the deck. Oria sighed and sank down onto her knees wearily.
“Are you not going to try and escape?” She laughed, her gaze fixed on her boots.
“Why bother? They’ll just keep on putting us back down here, we have no weapons, we have no plan and we are drastically outnumbered. If that wasn’t enough they’ve given me reason enough to not work against them yet. You want to escape you’re on your own mate. I’ll have nothing to do with it.” He shuffled forwards slightly startled by her defeated attitude.
“What do you mean? You were ready to try it before, why not now?”
“There’s no point. It would just be a waste of lives, besides that accursed monkey is hovering back there.” The monkey gave a squeak and clambered back up the steps, “See. As much as you may not like it Master Turner we are officially and thoroughly captured… Pray that your girl gets rescued soon because we are certainly heading to our doom.” She shuffled around and ignored them dutifully.
“You’re a pirate; you’re the strongest person I know, you can’t just let them win.” Her eyes slipped closed and she shook her head.
“But I can’t fight against the death of those I care for Will. I can’t fight that… I can’t risk it.” Will began to speak again but noticed Gibbs shaking his head.
“Leave her be lad.” Slowly he closed his mouth and sat down on the wooden floor despairingly. Oria stared at her feet numbly, why did history always have to repeat itself with her, why couldn’t it just for once settle down or pick on someone else? She wrapped her arms about her legs and rested her head on her knees, she hated feeling helpless and at that precise moment in time she couldn’t remember a time when she had been more helpless.
:/
Oria glanced dejectedly over her shoulder as Pintel and Ragetti stumbled down to the brig with a couple of mops and a bucket of what looked like thick tar. Ragetti glanced at her but she merely turned away and shuffled into a more comfortable position. They began to wipe up the majority of the water that was swirling around before spreading the thick tar like liquid down.
“Awwk, shiver me timbers.” Gibbs gave a lob-sided grin.
“Cotton here says you missed a bit.” Pintel slapped his mop against the bars, spraying the crew with the foul water and tar mixture. Will studied Pintel curiously.
“You knew William Turner?” Pintel grinned and leaned on his mop.
“Ol’ Bootstrap Bill. We knew him. Never sat well with Bootstrap what we did to Jack Sparrow, the mutiny and all.” He glanced back at Oria warily, “He said it wasn’t right with the Code. That’s why he sent off a piece of the treasure to you as it were. He said we deserved to be cursed and remain cursed.” Ragetti grimaced.
“Stupid blighter.” Gibbs leaned forwards.
“Good man.” Oria stood up and glared at them. Sure there was self-pity and then there was ways to deal with it. Self-pity would only destroy her; it was time to fight once more and pick up the game.
“Aye, good man.” Gibbs mimicked, Pintel glared at her.
“Well as you can imagine that didn’t sit too well with the Captain.” Ragetti chuckled.
“Didn’t sit too well with the Captain at all.” Pintel grinned.
“Especially when he became overly chummy with Oria there. Some said they were planning their own mutiny after we got cursed.” Ragetti chuckled again.
“Tell him what Barbossa did.” Pintel turned on him harshly with a growl.
“I’m telling the story!” Ragetti withdrew slightly, “So what the Captain did, he strapped a cannon ball to Bootstraps bootstraps.” Ragetti chuckled childishly.
“Bootstraps’ bootstraps!” Pintel looked evilly up.
“The last we saw of ol’ Bill Turner, he was sinking to the crushing black oblivion of Davy Jones’ Locker. ‘Course it was only after that we learned we needed his blood to lift the curse.” Ragetti nodded.
“Now that’s what you call ironic.” Oria smirked and Pintel rounded on her.
“Course Barbossa made up for the little whore not telling us in the first place.” She glared at him.
“Shot her in the gut and then left her all alone in this dark dingy cell with nothing but the rats for company till she complied with him.” She snarled, Barbossa was stood on the stairs holding a set of keys.
“Bring him and the girl.” Oria watched as Ragetti approached her somewhat nervously, he had due reason to when she planted the heel of her free foot into his groin. He stumbled backwards cursing her, she grinned satisfied and gave a pleased chuckle. A pistol primed quickly and Pintel stepped forwards.
“None of those antics now Missy.” She moved as if to kick him too but he turned the pistol on the crew blankly and Oria froze with a glare, Ragetti stood up slightly hunched over and dragged her up the steps after him. She would see no more blood spilled on her account. Will was dragged up to where Oria was being held by Barbossa his hand wrapped tightly about the chains and ropes that held her wrists, she glanced Will up and down ensuring he was unharmed. They were tossed into separate boats, Will with Pintel, Ragetti, Koehler and Twigg and Oria with Barbossa and Bo’Sun, Sara clamped next to him, no one else was willing to go near Oria with the look in her eyes promising all kinds of pain beyond their wildest imaginings.