The Adventures Of Clare Hille
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,020
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Untitled for now
Title: Untitled (PotC Fic)
Author: Line
E-mail: Line_Sal@tdcspace.dk
Pairing: Jack Sparrow/OFC
Rating: PG for now, NC 17 in later chapters
Summary: ?
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters you recognize from the movie…*sob* This is all just a figment of my silly little imagination.
A/N: My first POTC fic. Please be kind, when you are reviewing! *grin*
Also, this story was sort of inspired by “Lost” *grin* Great series btw…
Italics = thoughts
This is unbeta’ed, if someone wants to beta for me, please e-mail me! *grin*
Archive: perfect-bloom.com, AdultFanFiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
*~*Prologue*~*
The sky was darkening. The light of the sun slowly being smothered by clouds moving in from the east. The temperature had dropped dramatically as well, and Clare Hille shivered as the wind whipped smoothly around her. She leaned slightly over the railing to look into the sea, realizing that the ship was rocking to and fro more severely than only a few minutes before.
“We’re going to have some bad weather tonight, Miss Hille.” The captain, Norman Purser, said, “You might want to stay inside your cabin.”
“Yes, thank you Captain Purser, I shall retire immediately.” Clare said, curtseying to the captain before turning walking down the steps and into the corridor leading to her cabin. This is what I get for wanting to go on an adventure. She thought sullenly.
Clare Hille was a young lady of 24 years. She had recently inherited a vast amount of money from her dear father who had passed away unexpectedly. She was an unusual lady, as she was never brought up to believe women were less than men, a fact that was very unheard of in the social circles back in England. Clare’s father believed that his daughter was as good as any man, and therefore encouraged her sometimes less than lady like behaviour. Clare was an only child, her mother had died during child birth, which was why her father had always doted upon her. He had never forced her to be anything she wasn’t, and he knew of Clare’s adventurous streak. She had been told that her mother had the same lust for adventure, and her father had always told her that she should never settle before she had accomplished her dreams. This was the reason she was still unmarried, as well as the reason for her trip to the Caribbean.
Upon reaching her cabin, Clare stood for a second in the middle of the room, trying to figure out what to do next. She had always been easily bored and the fact that she was stuck in this tiny dank space for the rest of the night didn’t exactly look like fun. She sighed before making her way over to her luggage where she knew she had some cross stitching she could work on.
A little less than an hour later, the ship suddenly lurched to the starboard side and Clare was thrown off the chair she had been sitting on, falling to the floor with a thump.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” she exclaimed, “What the bloody hell is happening?”
She swiped her hair out of her face with a huff as she listened to the shouting from up on deck as well as the ominous creaking of the ship. She tried to stand up to go to the window with the intention of figuring out what was happening, but as soon as she had gotten on her feet, the ship lurched again, causing her to fall flat on her face.
“Damn it!”
Once again she tried to get up, this time succeeding, before making her way to the door. This time she was going up on deck. She wanted to know what was going on, and she wanted to know right now.
She practically ran up the steps to the deck and just as she stepped outside she was drenched by a wave slamming into the ship. She stood there for a second, fuming because everything seemed to go wrong, and she was not in a good mood to begin with. Why did I decide to go to the Caribbean? I could have just gone to France or Germany or even Spain, but no, I just had to go halfway across the world! And look where it gets me! Damn my need for adventure!
She started moving again after her little internal tirade. Steering straight for the captain who, was busy trying to stay on course.
“Captain? Sir? What is going on?” she asked the man.
The captain turned his head a little, seeing her standing there next to him, soaking wet and glaring.
“Miss Hille! You have to get back to your cabin! We’ve been caught in a tropical storm! It dangerous to be out here!” he shouted over the roaring wind and crashing waves.
“Yes well, it’s equally as dangerous to stay in my cabin, since I’ve already been thrown around in there twice!” She shouted back, “Is there at least something I can do to help?”
“Miss really, you shou…” he was interrupted by the ship lurching violently.
The next thing Clare was aware of, she was in the sea trying to stay above water, while she watched the ship sinking down into the depths. Men were falling and jumping off in a desperate attempt to save their lives. People were screaming for help that wouldn’t come. As far as Clare remembered they had been nowhere near a port, so she knew it was hopeless. So this is how I die, drowning in the raging sea, having not even begun my adventure.
She was getting exhausted. Her dress was heavy on her body, and the waves kept pulling her under. She new she couldn’t win this battle against Poseidon. Her vision filled with blackness…
TBC?
Let me know what you think! *grin*
Author: Line
E-mail: Line_Sal@tdcspace.dk
Pairing: Jack Sparrow/OFC
Rating: PG for now, NC 17 in later chapters
Summary: ?
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters you recognize from the movie…*sob* This is all just a figment of my silly little imagination.
A/N: My first POTC fic. Please be kind, when you are reviewing! *grin*
Also, this story was sort of inspired by “Lost” *grin* Great series btw…
Italics = thoughts
This is unbeta’ed, if someone wants to beta for me, please e-mail me! *grin*
Archive: perfect-bloom.com, AdultFanFiction.net. Anyone else, just ask.
*~*Prologue*~*
The sky was darkening. The light of the sun slowly being smothered by clouds moving in from the east. The temperature had dropped dramatically as well, and Clare Hille shivered as the wind whipped smoothly around her. She leaned slightly over the railing to look into the sea, realizing that the ship was rocking to and fro more severely than only a few minutes before.
“We’re going to have some bad weather tonight, Miss Hille.” The captain, Norman Purser, said, “You might want to stay inside your cabin.”
“Yes, thank you Captain Purser, I shall retire immediately.” Clare said, curtseying to the captain before turning walking down the steps and into the corridor leading to her cabin. This is what I get for wanting to go on an adventure. She thought sullenly.
Clare Hille was a young lady of 24 years. She had recently inherited a vast amount of money from her dear father who had passed away unexpectedly. She was an unusual lady, as she was never brought up to believe women were less than men, a fact that was very unheard of in the social circles back in England. Clare’s father believed that his daughter was as good as any man, and therefore encouraged her sometimes less than lady like behaviour. Clare was an only child, her mother had died during child birth, which was why her father had always doted upon her. He had never forced her to be anything she wasn’t, and he knew of Clare’s adventurous streak. She had been told that her mother had the same lust for adventure, and her father had always told her that she should never settle before she had accomplished her dreams. This was the reason she was still unmarried, as well as the reason for her trip to the Caribbean.
Upon reaching her cabin, Clare stood for a second in the middle of the room, trying to figure out what to do next. She had always been easily bored and the fact that she was stuck in this tiny dank space for the rest of the night didn’t exactly look like fun. She sighed before making her way over to her luggage where she knew she had some cross stitching she could work on.
A little less than an hour later, the ship suddenly lurched to the starboard side and Clare was thrown off the chair she had been sitting on, falling to the floor with a thump.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” she exclaimed, “What the bloody hell is happening?”
She swiped her hair out of her face with a huff as she listened to the shouting from up on deck as well as the ominous creaking of the ship. She tried to stand up to go to the window with the intention of figuring out what was happening, but as soon as she had gotten on her feet, the ship lurched again, causing her to fall flat on her face.
“Damn it!”
Once again she tried to get up, this time succeeding, before making her way to the door. This time she was going up on deck. She wanted to know what was going on, and she wanted to know right now.
She practically ran up the steps to the deck and just as she stepped outside she was drenched by a wave slamming into the ship. She stood there for a second, fuming because everything seemed to go wrong, and she was not in a good mood to begin with. Why did I decide to go to the Caribbean? I could have just gone to France or Germany or even Spain, but no, I just had to go halfway across the world! And look where it gets me! Damn my need for adventure!
She started moving again after her little internal tirade. Steering straight for the captain who, was busy trying to stay on course.
“Captain? Sir? What is going on?” she asked the man.
The captain turned his head a little, seeing her standing there next to him, soaking wet and glaring.
“Miss Hille! You have to get back to your cabin! We’ve been caught in a tropical storm! It dangerous to be out here!” he shouted over the roaring wind and crashing waves.
“Yes well, it’s equally as dangerous to stay in my cabin, since I’ve already been thrown around in there twice!” She shouted back, “Is there at least something I can do to help?”
“Miss really, you shou…” he was interrupted by the ship lurching violently.
The next thing Clare was aware of, she was in the sea trying to stay above water, while she watched the ship sinking down into the depths. Men were falling and jumping off in a desperate attempt to save their lives. People were screaming for help that wouldn’t come. As far as Clare remembered they had been nowhere near a port, so she knew it was hopeless. So this is how I die, drowning in the raging sea, having not even begun my adventure.
She was getting exhausted. Her dress was heavy on her body, and the waves kept pulling her under. She new she couldn’t win this battle against Poseidon. Her vision filled with blackness…
TBC?
Let me know what you think! *grin*