Battling Destiny
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
2,944
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 9
Chapter 9
James was numb, unable to think or feel, his first task as admiral, something as routine as sailing to England, and it had gone horribly wrong. Not only was his charge, the niece of his predecessor, gone, one of his own men had been killed. He stood stock still as the realization sunk in.
“Sir? I’m awaiting your orders.” the captain prodded.
“What the hell happened? How did this happen?” James interrogated.
“Pantari, Miss Overland and I were on our way back from the shops. We had reached the docks when eight men surrounded us, they attempted to coerce Miss Overland to them but she resisted. They killed Pantari directly and began advancing on us. I drew my sword and advanced upon them. Miss Overland pulled a dagger from I know not where and joined me. But sir, eight to two proved to be too much.”
“She got a good stab in and left one of the men unable to advance but we were surrounded by more men. They circled me so I could not reach her and one man retaliated with a long sword, getting her shoulder. She fought to get away and began shouting for me but there were too many and they were too strong. She bled pretty profusely before they mercilessly tossed her into the sea; drug her into a small row boat and started toward a very large, well armed ship…with pirate colors.” Captain Netherland finished resolutely.
“Was she shouting in pain?” James questioned through clenched teeth, the thought of Destiny suffering causing an angry tic in his jaw.
“I’m sure the wound was causing her great agony sir, but I do not believe that’s why she was shouting. There was so much noise going on but, being the only female, I most certainly was able to pick her voice out of the crowd.” the captain said.
“And what was she saying?” Norrington asked intently, hanging on to every spoken word.
“It sounded like sparrow.”
“Sparrow?” James demanded harsher than he intended. His gut clenching in deep seeded hatred at the name and his sense of dread went up a notch.
“I thought her cries ramblings of fear. What is Sparrow sir?” Captain Netherland asked curiously.
“Sparrow is a who, not a what.” Norrington replied, the tic in his jaw returning full force.
“He’s a pirate, a pirate that I’ve had the misfortune to deal with on many separate occasions. Each encounter ending in more frustration on my part than the last.”
“Admiral, with all due respect, it had to be just ramblings. How could she know her captor when the ships captain was not even there?” Netherland asked in as polite a manner as possible. “I’m sure she was just panicked.”
“I’m sure she is very frightened but I have no doubts of her accuracy captain. No doubts whatsoever.” James said with such finality that he dared not be questioned.
“What is our course of action?” Captain Netherland inquired, ready to jump.
“We go get her back.” James stated with confident certainty. He fully believed everything she had been telling him about herself for a month. He just hoped it wasn’t too late for him to tell her.
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Destiny winced in pain and clutched her shoulder gingerly as she gazed around her dank cell. The man who had stabbed her, Watts he’d been called, had received a good tongue lashing from Captain Sparrow about the rashness of his actions before turning to his prisoner.
He had sauntered over to introduce himself but he really needn’t have bothered. She knew who he was. She knew on the docks who the men worked for. She just hoped Rover had heard her over the tussle and informed James.
She had been able to overhear quite a bit, women were always underestimated in their intelligence, so she had been able to put the pieces together. What she couldn’t figure out was where they were heading. England she guessed but she couldn’t be sure. She was exhausted and was having difficulty feeling the situation out. She knew that they knew who her family was and could only guess they had kidnapped her for ransom.
From the conversation up on deck she had gathered her appearance was quite unexpected to the captain. She learned Watts’s brother had been captured for the murder of a British officer and put away by her father. When he had stumbled upon her on the docks she had turned into some sort of revenge ploy on his brother’s behalf. Extortion was bound to play a role in his decision to take her.
Captain Sparrow didn’t seem pleased at her appearance but he seemed more than willing to go along with his crewman’s idea. After a few lewd, highly inappropriate and borderline disgusting suggestions the captain had personally walked her to her cell, letting her know in no uncertain terms that her lodging could be infinitely more comfortable in his quarters.
She had let Sparrow know, in no uncertain terms, what exactly he could do with that suggestion. So here she sat in her cold dark cell, with nothing to rely on but Admiral Norrington. If nothing else, she knew his sense of duty would not prevent him from coming to claim her back.
Destiny didn’t want him coming for her out of obligation though and hoped she had broke through his damn impenetrable defenses enough to cause him to care, care enough to come for her….because he wanted to. Not because she was part of his job.
James was numb, unable to think or feel, his first task as admiral, something as routine as sailing to England, and it had gone horribly wrong. Not only was his charge, the niece of his predecessor, gone, one of his own men had been killed. He stood stock still as the realization sunk in.
“Sir? I’m awaiting your orders.” the captain prodded.
“What the hell happened? How did this happen?” James interrogated.
“Pantari, Miss Overland and I were on our way back from the shops. We had reached the docks when eight men surrounded us, they attempted to coerce Miss Overland to them but she resisted. They killed Pantari directly and began advancing on us. I drew my sword and advanced upon them. Miss Overland pulled a dagger from I know not where and joined me. But sir, eight to two proved to be too much.”
“She got a good stab in and left one of the men unable to advance but we were surrounded by more men. They circled me so I could not reach her and one man retaliated with a long sword, getting her shoulder. She fought to get away and began shouting for me but there were too many and they were too strong. She bled pretty profusely before they mercilessly tossed her into the sea; drug her into a small row boat and started toward a very large, well armed ship…with pirate colors.” Captain Netherland finished resolutely.
“Was she shouting in pain?” James questioned through clenched teeth, the thought of Destiny suffering causing an angry tic in his jaw.
“I’m sure the wound was causing her great agony sir, but I do not believe that’s why she was shouting. There was so much noise going on but, being the only female, I most certainly was able to pick her voice out of the crowd.” the captain said.
“And what was she saying?” Norrington asked intently, hanging on to every spoken word.
“It sounded like sparrow.”
“Sparrow?” James demanded harsher than he intended. His gut clenching in deep seeded hatred at the name and his sense of dread went up a notch.
“I thought her cries ramblings of fear. What is Sparrow sir?” Captain Netherland asked curiously.
“Sparrow is a who, not a what.” Norrington replied, the tic in his jaw returning full force.
“He’s a pirate, a pirate that I’ve had the misfortune to deal with on many separate occasions. Each encounter ending in more frustration on my part than the last.”
“Admiral, with all due respect, it had to be just ramblings. How could she know her captor when the ships captain was not even there?” Netherland asked in as polite a manner as possible. “I’m sure she was just panicked.”
“I’m sure she is very frightened but I have no doubts of her accuracy captain. No doubts whatsoever.” James said with such finality that he dared not be questioned.
“What is our course of action?” Captain Netherland inquired, ready to jump.
“We go get her back.” James stated with confident certainty. He fully believed everything she had been telling him about herself for a month. He just hoped it wasn’t too late for him to tell her.
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Destiny winced in pain and clutched her shoulder gingerly as she gazed around her dank cell. The man who had stabbed her, Watts he’d been called, had received a good tongue lashing from Captain Sparrow about the rashness of his actions before turning to his prisoner.
He had sauntered over to introduce himself but he really needn’t have bothered. She knew who he was. She knew on the docks who the men worked for. She just hoped Rover had heard her over the tussle and informed James.
She had been able to overhear quite a bit, women were always underestimated in their intelligence, so she had been able to put the pieces together. What she couldn’t figure out was where they were heading. England she guessed but she couldn’t be sure. She was exhausted and was having difficulty feeling the situation out. She knew that they knew who her family was and could only guess they had kidnapped her for ransom.
From the conversation up on deck she had gathered her appearance was quite unexpected to the captain. She learned Watts’s brother had been captured for the murder of a British officer and put away by her father. When he had stumbled upon her on the docks she had turned into some sort of revenge ploy on his brother’s behalf. Extortion was bound to play a role in his decision to take her.
Captain Sparrow didn’t seem pleased at her appearance but he seemed more than willing to go along with his crewman’s idea. After a few lewd, highly inappropriate and borderline disgusting suggestions the captain had personally walked her to her cell, letting her know in no uncertain terms that her lodging could be infinitely more comfortable in his quarters.
She had let Sparrow know, in no uncertain terms, what exactly he could do with that suggestion. So here she sat in her cold dark cell, with nothing to rely on but Admiral Norrington. If nothing else, she knew his sense of duty would not prevent him from coming to claim her back.
Destiny didn’t want him coming for her out of obligation though and hoped she had broke through his damn impenetrable defenses enough to cause him to care, care enough to come for her….because he wanted to. Not because she was part of his job.