Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
1,306
Reviews:
28
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: Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses
Summary: Alright, this is Part 5 of the unnamed series (that’s not it’s name I just haven’t got a clue what to call it!) By GOD is it getting long, I only thought it would be a three parter but there you go. This is basically roughly based on the film Pirates of Caribbean 2: Dead Man’s Chest, emphasis on the roughly based because I’m not sure if it’s going to follow the story to the end… Anyway, Jack and Oria are back yet again and now it’s war on Davy Jones’ himself.
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! 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. Oh they’re so cute… OOWWW they bit me, that’s it I’m infected let’s get on with the story before they torture me more!!!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Prologue
Oria closed her eyes wearily and rubbed her temples as Gibbs began yet another drunken rendition of ‘Yo Ho’. Finally she snapped and stalked towards him snatching the rum bottle from his hand, “Mr Gibbs, if you insist on singing that infernal shanty can you firstly get it on the right key, secondly not sway about the deck drunkenly and thirdly… do it silently.” Gibbs nodded and held his hand out for the rum bottle sure that Oria was going to toss it overboard.
“Alright, I promise I won’t sing it anymore.” Oria sighed with mild relief and handed the bottle back.
“Thank you.” She turned on her heel and strode back up to the helm, the second her hand touched the wheel Gibbs shouted.
“Jack’s coming, all hands on deck! Captain returning!” Oria’s eyes snapped to where a canoe shaped object was slowly making its way towards the ship. Thunderous footsteps heralded the crews return to deck and they stared down as Jack’s ‘canoe’ brushed against the Pearl and he began to clamber up the side of the slippery ship.
Oria stayed at the helm and watched as Jack was fawned over by the crew. Slowly he made his way up to her as Gibbs hounded him about what he had been seeking, Jack’s eyes never left hers until Gibbs pushed in between them. Gradually he tugged the scrap of material from his pocket, Gibbs glaring at it accusingly.
“Captain, I think the crew… meaning me, as well… were expecting something a bit more... shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta going all pear-shape, reclaimed by the sea and the treasure with it.” He glanced pointedly at Oria, she folded her arms and fought back the urge to smack him to Timbuktu and back. Jack smirked slightly and waved it in front of his nose with much relish.
“This, my friend is highly valuable.” The crew began to shout and complain, Oria grasped Jacks’ arm tightly and dragged him a way back.
“That’s not going to cut it. They were talking about mutiny, it took all my and Gibbs effort to stop them from taking over the ship and sailing away without you.” Jack studied her steadily and nodded, clearly he was going to have to sell the idea a bit better.
“Shiny?” He glanced back at Gibbs over Oria’s shoulder, the man nodded encouragingly.
“Aye, shiny.” Jack gently brushed Oria away and stepped forwards to face the crew with a swagger of confidence.
“Is that how you're all feeling, then? Perhaps dear ol' Jack is not serving your best interests as Captain?” Oria rolled her eyes and walked away, she was certain Jack wouldn’t convince them, the pirates were too rowdy; they’d been floating alongside the prison for nearly a week while Jack observed the outside shifts and planned his best approach and exit. He wasn’t going to be able to talk himself out of this one, she was sure.
“Awk, walk the plank!” Cotton clamped a hand over the parrot’s mouth swiftly and stared at Jack with fear as the Captain primed his pistol and aimed it at the parrot. Giving away just how nervous he was of an impending mutiny. Oria stepped back up to him and forced his hand down.
“It’s just a bird.” She whispered with a warning glare, he nodded and put the pistol away.
“Show us, what is on that piece of cloth there.” Jack glanced down at the cloth in his hand with an almost surprised look, he’d forgotten it in the mix-up with the parrot. Slowly as if it was drawn on the most fragile of silks he unfolded it for the crew to look at.
“It’s a key.” Marty stated in mild surprise, Jack rolled his eyes.
“No, much more better! It is a drawing of a key. Gentlemen, what do keys do?” Jack whispered encouragingly with a mischievous smile. Oria rolled her eyes and left for the cabin, she’d been at the helm for the several hours Jack had been in the prison and was feeling the effects of going without sleep now that the nervous energy was ebbing. She hadn’t trusted anyone else to watch out for him and thus had taken the task upon herself.
:/
Jack closed the door after him with a relieved sigh and dropped his jacket onto the desk, “So you still don’t know what you want?” He glanced up sharply at Oria’s tone, she was stood with her arms folded and leaning casually against the doorframe of the rear doors.
“That’s not really any of your business is it considering you won’t even touch the thing.” Jack sniped back, Oria winced slightly, if only he knew.
“I want to use the compass more than you know, but I can’t.” Jack nodded and rolled his eyes.
“I know… the contract again.” She glared at him.
“It isn’t exactly by choice Jack.” He slumped down into his chair and uncorked a bottle of rum with a grin. He’d missed the smooth burn of the liquid and took a deep swig before continuing.
“What exactly does Jones have that ties you into his service, you said he doesn’t have your soul so what is it?” Oria didn’t look at Jack her eyes resting on the smooth glistening lull of the ocean.
“Everything else that truly matters.” Jack sat up a bit straighter and looked at her intently his fingers playing with the bottle neck lazily.
“What does he have Oria?” Oria avoided his gaze.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ THE ENTIRE SERIRES, PART OF THE SERIES OR JUST STARTED.
MANY, MANY THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED IN THE PAST AND I HOPE YOU COME BACK FOR MORE AND REVIEW MORE!!
ENJOY!!
Title: Hopes, Dreams and Realisations
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses
Summary: Alright, this is Part 5 of the unnamed series (that’s not it’s name I just haven’t got a clue what to call it!) By GOD is it getting long, I only thought it would be a three parter but there you go. This is basically roughly based on the film Pirates of Caribbean 2: Dead Man’s Chest, emphasis on the roughly based because I’m not sure if it’s going to follow the story to the end… Anyway, Jack and Oria are back yet again and now it’s war on Davy Jones’ himself.
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! 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. Oh they’re so cute… OOWWW they bit me, that’s it I’m infected let’s get on with the story before they torture me more!!!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Prologue
Oria closed her eyes wearily and rubbed her temples as Gibbs began yet another drunken rendition of ‘Yo Ho’. Finally she snapped and stalked towards him snatching the rum bottle from his hand, “Mr Gibbs, if you insist on singing that infernal shanty can you firstly get it on the right key, secondly not sway about the deck drunkenly and thirdly… do it silently.” Gibbs nodded and held his hand out for the rum bottle sure that Oria was going to toss it overboard.
“Alright, I promise I won’t sing it anymore.” Oria sighed with mild relief and handed the bottle back.
“Thank you.” She turned on her heel and strode back up to the helm, the second her hand touched the wheel Gibbs shouted.
“Jack’s coming, all hands on deck! Captain returning!” Oria’s eyes snapped to where a canoe shaped object was slowly making its way towards the ship. Thunderous footsteps heralded the crews return to deck and they stared down as Jack’s ‘canoe’ brushed against the Pearl and he began to clamber up the side of the slippery ship.
Oria stayed at the helm and watched as Jack was fawned over by the crew. Slowly he made his way up to her as Gibbs hounded him about what he had been seeking, Jack’s eyes never left hers until Gibbs pushed in between them. Gradually he tugged the scrap of material from his pocket, Gibbs glaring at it accusingly.
“Captain, I think the crew… meaning me, as well… were expecting something a bit more... shiny. What with the Isla de Muerta going all pear-shape, reclaimed by the sea and the treasure with it.” He glanced pointedly at Oria, she folded her arms and fought back the urge to smack him to Timbuktu and back. Jack smirked slightly and waved it in front of his nose with much relish.
“This, my friend is highly valuable.” The crew began to shout and complain, Oria grasped Jacks’ arm tightly and dragged him a way back.
“That’s not going to cut it. They were talking about mutiny, it took all my and Gibbs effort to stop them from taking over the ship and sailing away without you.” Jack studied her steadily and nodded, clearly he was going to have to sell the idea a bit better.
“Shiny?” He glanced back at Gibbs over Oria’s shoulder, the man nodded encouragingly.
“Aye, shiny.” Jack gently brushed Oria away and stepped forwards to face the crew with a swagger of confidence.
“Is that how you're all feeling, then? Perhaps dear ol' Jack is not serving your best interests as Captain?” Oria rolled her eyes and walked away, she was certain Jack wouldn’t convince them, the pirates were too rowdy; they’d been floating alongside the prison for nearly a week while Jack observed the outside shifts and planned his best approach and exit. He wasn’t going to be able to talk himself out of this one, she was sure.
“Awk, walk the plank!” Cotton clamped a hand over the parrot’s mouth swiftly and stared at Jack with fear as the Captain primed his pistol and aimed it at the parrot. Giving away just how nervous he was of an impending mutiny. Oria stepped back up to him and forced his hand down.
“It’s just a bird.” She whispered with a warning glare, he nodded and put the pistol away.
“Show us, what is on that piece of cloth there.” Jack glanced down at the cloth in his hand with an almost surprised look, he’d forgotten it in the mix-up with the parrot. Slowly as if it was drawn on the most fragile of silks he unfolded it for the crew to look at.
“It’s a key.” Marty stated in mild surprise, Jack rolled his eyes.
“No, much more better! It is a drawing of a key. Gentlemen, what do keys do?” Jack whispered encouragingly with a mischievous smile. Oria rolled her eyes and left for the cabin, she’d been at the helm for the several hours Jack had been in the prison and was feeling the effects of going without sleep now that the nervous energy was ebbing. She hadn’t trusted anyone else to watch out for him and thus had taken the task upon herself.
:/
Jack closed the door after him with a relieved sigh and dropped his jacket onto the desk, “So you still don’t know what you want?” He glanced up sharply at Oria’s tone, she was stood with her arms folded and leaning casually against the doorframe of the rear doors.
“That’s not really any of your business is it considering you won’t even touch the thing.” Jack sniped back, Oria winced slightly, if only he knew.
“I want to use the compass more than you know, but I can’t.” Jack nodded and rolled his eyes.
“I know… the contract again.” She glared at him.
“It isn’t exactly by choice Jack.” He slumped down into his chair and uncorked a bottle of rum with a grin. He’d missed the smooth burn of the liquid and took a deep swig before continuing.
“What exactly does Jones have that ties you into his service, you said he doesn’t have your soul so what is it?” Oria didn’t look at Jack her eyes resting on the smooth glistening lull of the ocean.
“Everything else that truly matters.” Jack sat up a bit straighter and looked at her intently his fingers playing with the bottle neck lazily.
“What does he have Oria?” Oria avoided his gaze.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ THE ENTIRE SERIRES, PART OF THE SERIES OR JUST STARTED.
MANY, MANY THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO HAS REVIEWED IN THE PAST AND I HOPE YOU COME BACK FOR MORE AND REVIEW MORE!!
ENJOY!!