Taming A Dragon
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
29
Views:
1,728
Reviews:
13
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Prologue
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Taming A Dragon
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on the story progresses
Summary: Look I stink at summaries, I just can’t do them! But here goes, ahem drum roll please, alright, basically this is Part 2 of my series (which I have yet to name so any suggestions welcome). The first part was Oria’s Tale (also waiting to be renamed hint, hint). Ok this collection of chapters is Jack’s history as I believe it happened, most info gleaned from Wikipedia god bless them. Ah yes, you guessed it, that history involves a certain lady we all remember (for those who’ve read Oria’s tale) that’s right, welcome Oria, that’s it take a bow, good girl now shut up and do as I say. Now my little reader friends… do you want to know what happens? Read on then and stop wasting time!
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.
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!
Warnings: This could include anything! I mean anything, there’ll probably be some sex, make that there god damn will be if I can get the courage up to write it! Probably a considerable amount of violence, cussing, possibly some angst, depends on where my little plot bunnies lead me basically.
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Prologue
Swirling scroll grinned up at the two men, one leaning exasperatedly over the desk, his weight on his hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly, the other his back straight and his gaze as stiff avoiding the inquiring one of the leaning man. The familiar writing, once on clean crisp parchment now on water stained and worn giggled up between them mockingly. Both men insulted by its’ appearance and detesting the others’ company. A heavy sigh issued from the man leaning on the desk and he once again repeated the question.
“Tell me again why you couldn’t follow these simple orders.” The taller mans’ gaze shifted and met his,
“I couldn’t do it on moral grounds sir.” The man straightened and rubbed his temples with annoyance.
“Captain Smith, that is not a good enough excuse. It is perfectly ridiculous in fact. You can not refuse on moral grounds, you are under our employment, there are no morals, just rules. We say, you do and everyone is happy, I fail to see where morals fit into this.” The man named Smith frowned deeply.
“Morals are in everything, I refuse to transport slaves on my vessel. It goes against my beliefs if you won’t accept my morals.” The man gritted his teeth with annoyance.
“They are one and the same and you made it perfectly clear that you refuse to transport slaves Captain Smith when you gave them a luxury cruise to Africa and back to freedom.” He sank into his chair and motioned for the other man to sit opposite him.
“I prefer to stand, Commodore Beckett.” Beckett glared at him taking in the neat man in front of him. He was of average height, perhaps slightly smaller and of a slight wiry build. Young, barely over his twentieth and from his experience, ambitious. The dark chocolate eyes he knew could sweep away any maids feet, with the clean shaven delicate facial structure, the man was altogether extremely well put together. Hair that matched his eyes in colour was always immaculately pulled back and held in place by a black ribbon. Those eyes met his curiously; the intelligence was clear in them as well as kindness.
“Such promise… a Captain so young. You have everything Captain Smith, we only seek to polish it, you could become one of the finest men we have under our employment and yet you choose to squander it on morals. I never suspected that of you… not with all of your previous education. You should be used to slavery having been born in India, you must have been privy to it no matter how much your mother and father ‘shielded’ you.” The man frowned deeply, “Or perhaps that is why you are so… offended by it, tell me Jack, why you choose to throw away such a promising career.” Jack glared down at him.
“It is within my rights to refuse on moral grounds. You forced the task on me; there was no other way for me to protest.” Beckett stood up sharply.
“You still continue this nonsense. You are a fool Jack Smith.” He sighed heavily and smoothed back his hair to compose himself, “I will pretend that I did not hear that. I have a proposition for you Captain Smith, a way you can redeem yourself in the East India Trading Companies eyes.”
He fumbled in a drawer and drew out another set of papers bound in worn leather. Rubbing the leather thoughtfully under his thumbs he glanced at Jack before stepping around the desk with it proffered in one hand.
“A second transportation of slaves, far more valuable than the last, you should be able to repay your debt to us with them as long as you bargain hard. Here, take it and let us forget this nonsense.” Jack glanced down at the soft leather and kept his hands clasped at his sides, Beckett’s jaw ground and he grasped Jacks’ right wrist tightly and prised the palm open before clamping the leather clad papers into it. Jack didn’t look at it but met Beckett’s gaze with an open challenge,
“Good, now go on your way and earn back that money.” Beckett stepped away, Jacks’ eyes went down to the papers in his hand and his jaw clenched. He knew his choices; he tossed the papers into the fire and watched as the Commodores’ face turned through a kaleidoscope of emotions, praising to shock to utter hatred. Jack folded his hands in front of him.
“I’m sorry sir but I can not do it. I will not transport slaves on my vessel.” Beckett opened the door revealing the two guards who had dragged Jack from his ship up to the accursed room.
“Take him to the cells; he will stay there until tomorrow when I call for him. Captain Jack Smith needs time to think.” Jack stood still as they clamped his wrists in irons and frog-marched him from the room.
Title: Taming A Dragon
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on the story progresses
Summary: Look I stink at summaries, I just can’t do them! But here goes, ahem drum roll please, alright, basically this is Part 2 of my series (which I have yet to name so any suggestions welcome). The first part was Oria’s Tale (also waiting to be renamed hint, hint). Ok this collection of chapters is Jack’s history as I believe it happened, most info gleaned from Wikipedia god bless them. Ah yes, you guessed it, that history involves a certain lady we all remember (for those who’ve read Oria’s tale) that’s right, welcome Oria, that’s it take a bow, good girl now shut up and do as I say. Now my little reader friends… do you want to know what happens? Read on then and stop wasting time!
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.
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!
Warnings: This could include anything! I mean anything, there’ll probably be some sex, make that there god damn will be if I can get the courage up to write it! Probably a considerable amount of violence, cussing, possibly some angst, depends on where my little plot bunnies lead me basically.
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Prologue
Swirling scroll grinned up at the two men, one leaning exasperatedly over the desk, his weight on his hands gripping the edge of the desk tightly, the other his back straight and his gaze as stiff avoiding the inquiring one of the leaning man. The familiar writing, once on clean crisp parchment now on water stained and worn giggled up between them mockingly. Both men insulted by its’ appearance and detesting the others’ company. A heavy sigh issued from the man leaning on the desk and he once again repeated the question.
“Tell me again why you couldn’t follow these simple orders.” The taller mans’ gaze shifted and met his,
“I couldn’t do it on moral grounds sir.” The man straightened and rubbed his temples with annoyance.
“Captain Smith, that is not a good enough excuse. It is perfectly ridiculous in fact. You can not refuse on moral grounds, you are under our employment, there are no morals, just rules. We say, you do and everyone is happy, I fail to see where morals fit into this.” The man named Smith frowned deeply.
“Morals are in everything, I refuse to transport slaves on my vessel. It goes against my beliefs if you won’t accept my morals.” The man gritted his teeth with annoyance.
“They are one and the same and you made it perfectly clear that you refuse to transport slaves Captain Smith when you gave them a luxury cruise to Africa and back to freedom.” He sank into his chair and motioned for the other man to sit opposite him.
“I prefer to stand, Commodore Beckett.” Beckett glared at him taking in the neat man in front of him. He was of average height, perhaps slightly smaller and of a slight wiry build. Young, barely over his twentieth and from his experience, ambitious. The dark chocolate eyes he knew could sweep away any maids feet, with the clean shaven delicate facial structure, the man was altogether extremely well put together. Hair that matched his eyes in colour was always immaculately pulled back and held in place by a black ribbon. Those eyes met his curiously; the intelligence was clear in them as well as kindness.
“Such promise… a Captain so young. You have everything Captain Smith, we only seek to polish it, you could become one of the finest men we have under our employment and yet you choose to squander it on morals. I never suspected that of you… not with all of your previous education. You should be used to slavery having been born in India, you must have been privy to it no matter how much your mother and father ‘shielded’ you.” The man frowned deeply, “Or perhaps that is why you are so… offended by it, tell me Jack, why you choose to throw away such a promising career.” Jack glared down at him.
“It is within my rights to refuse on moral grounds. You forced the task on me; there was no other way for me to protest.” Beckett stood up sharply.
“You still continue this nonsense. You are a fool Jack Smith.” He sighed heavily and smoothed back his hair to compose himself, “I will pretend that I did not hear that. I have a proposition for you Captain Smith, a way you can redeem yourself in the East India Trading Companies eyes.”
He fumbled in a drawer and drew out another set of papers bound in worn leather. Rubbing the leather thoughtfully under his thumbs he glanced at Jack before stepping around the desk with it proffered in one hand.
“A second transportation of slaves, far more valuable than the last, you should be able to repay your debt to us with them as long as you bargain hard. Here, take it and let us forget this nonsense.” Jack glanced down at the soft leather and kept his hands clasped at his sides, Beckett’s jaw ground and he grasped Jacks’ right wrist tightly and prised the palm open before clamping the leather clad papers into it. Jack didn’t look at it but met Beckett’s gaze with an open challenge,
“Good, now go on your way and earn back that money.” Beckett stepped away, Jacks’ eyes went down to the papers in his hand and his jaw clenched. He knew his choices; he tossed the papers into the fire and watched as the Commodores’ face turned through a kaleidoscope of emotions, praising to shock to utter hatred. Jack folded his hands in front of him.
“I’m sorry sir but I can not do it. I will not transport slaves on my vessel.” Beckett opened the door revealing the two guards who had dragged Jack from his ship up to the accursed room.
“Take him to the cells; he will stay there until tomorrow when I call for him. Captain Jack Smith needs time to think.” Jack stood still as they clamped his wrists in irons and frog-marched him from the room.