My Captain
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,124
Reviews:
9
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.
My Captain
My Captain.
Disclaimer:I own none from POTC. Yes this is an OC. Of course. Because I am not a fan of Colispo. But I am a fan of Jones. Plus I think there should be at least one chick on the Flying Dutchman. Please read and review. And please be nice!!!!
This is a dedication to Big Helper Cat. Because she too is a freak like me that Loves Bill Nighy and Davy Jones.
Chapter one
The night was clear. Surprising Rebecca. Nights above the waters for the Flying Dutchman were usually stormy. As she glanced around the gloomy decks. It had been almost a year since she had joined the crew of Davy Jones. It took her a while. But now she felt like one of the crew.
Her hair, once silky and long. Was now wrapped up in seaweed. Her eyes, once an enchanted green. Now an ice blue. With a slight glow to them. Her completion, once soft and peach. Now was a pale color. Her lips were no longer red. But a dark blue as if she wore lipstick. And her teeth now seemed to be sharp points.
Her dark red skirts where tattered and went to her ankles now. And she wore no corset. For around her nipple and down her sides. Finally circling her belly were dark blue scales. And behind her slightly pointy ears. She had set of gills. It was apparent to her. She was longer human.
She closed her eyes and stared up at the round moon. As it shown it’s light upon her. She smiled lightly and tried to explain to herself in her mind. Why she was there in the first place.
Of course! It was her bastard pirate father who offered her soul in place of his. When he owed a debt to Jones. Jones figured that one woman on the Flying Dutchman would not hurt. Plus he figured she could accompany him and convince souls to join his crew. And that she did. She was so beautiful that men agreed to join. She was the only female crew member. And she was still a virgin. So, she had to be grateful for that.
Rebecca like a couple of the crewmembers. Like Bootstrap Bill. And Maccus. She did get along with most of the other crewmen. But Bootstrap and the first mate, Maccus were her favorites. Easily she was liked because she was kind, pretty, and always did as the captain asked of her. Never did she question Jones and his tactics and his cruel nature.
And the Captain she seemed well oddly attracted to. She did not know why. He was in no way handsome nor charming. He was no man either. Sure he stood upright like a man. But one of his hands were that of a large crab claw. The other hand resembled a man’s hand. But the thumb was a long tentacle. One of his legs was near peg leg. But it was a crab leg. She was not sure of the other leg. It seemed normal.
But what immediately tells people Davy Jones is not human. Was his face was the head of that of an octopus. He had a beard that was at least forty tentacles or so. But his eyes….were so enchantingly blue. Any woman could easily get lost within them.
Rebecca found her thoughts on Jones an awful lot. Dirty thoughts at that. About his tentacles. And what they could do to her to make her wet between her thighs. And all this began the morning after the night she had a dream concerning Jones doing things erotic to her with his tentical beard. Ever since she had watched him when he was on deck.
Davy Jones. Her ruthless captain who had been hurt. And cut out his own heart. Just so he could never feel heart break again. So whatever she felt for him. She knew he would never return the feelings. And so she hated her attractions towards Jones for it.
Rebecca sighed and was about to turn and get back on her midnight watch on the bridge. But someone had snuck and stood beside her. Rebecca did not need to look to see who it was. “ Maccus. I would think that you’d be in your quarters. Sleeping. “ She mused with a light smile on her face.
The crewman with the head of a Hammer Head shark smiled at her and stared upon the open dark waters.” Just checking on my favorite adopted sister.” He responded.
Rebecca chuckled at the statement. True they had definitely been like siblings. When she first came aboard the Flying Dutchman. Maccus was the first to take her under his wing and teach her everything he knew. About sailing, fighting, and survival.
“ Do you ever miss shore, Maccus?” Rebecca asked.
Maccus looked at her and she looked back at him.” Sometimes.”
Rebecca nodded.” Me too. “ She whispered.
“ Do you ever hate your father. For forcing you into this? For being forced to give your soul to the Captain?”Maccus asked.
“ Yes. Everyday I spend on this ship. I curse his name. I should not have been the one to settle his soul debt to Jones. I want to go back home. To my sisters.” She said. Leaning down. Her head nuzzled in her folded arms.
“ Why not wager your years against Jones? For your freedom.” Maccus suggested.
Rebecca lifted her head to look up at him.” I have never thought of that. Has anyone ever done that though? I would have thought such a thing was never thought of.”
Maccus nodded,” But those who have challenged never won. And are now here for eternity.” He explained.
“But…don’t you think I have an even chance?” She asked. Moving to stand straight.
“ Those who have challenged always had an even chance.” Maccus said. Keeping Rebecca’s worried gaze on him.
Disclaimer:I own none from POTC. Yes this is an OC. Of course. Because I am not a fan of Colispo. But I am a fan of Jones. Plus I think there should be at least one chick on the Flying Dutchman. Please read and review. And please be nice!!!!
This is a dedication to Big Helper Cat. Because she too is a freak like me that Loves Bill Nighy and Davy Jones.
Chapter one
The night was clear. Surprising Rebecca. Nights above the waters for the Flying Dutchman were usually stormy. As she glanced around the gloomy decks. It had been almost a year since she had joined the crew of Davy Jones. It took her a while. But now she felt like one of the crew.
Her hair, once silky and long. Was now wrapped up in seaweed. Her eyes, once an enchanted green. Now an ice blue. With a slight glow to them. Her completion, once soft and peach. Now was a pale color. Her lips were no longer red. But a dark blue as if she wore lipstick. And her teeth now seemed to be sharp points.
Her dark red skirts where tattered and went to her ankles now. And she wore no corset. For around her nipple and down her sides. Finally circling her belly were dark blue scales. And behind her slightly pointy ears. She had set of gills. It was apparent to her. She was longer human.
She closed her eyes and stared up at the round moon. As it shown it’s light upon her. She smiled lightly and tried to explain to herself in her mind. Why she was there in the first place.
Of course! It was her bastard pirate father who offered her soul in place of his. When he owed a debt to Jones. Jones figured that one woman on the Flying Dutchman would not hurt. Plus he figured she could accompany him and convince souls to join his crew. And that she did. She was so beautiful that men agreed to join. She was the only female crew member. And she was still a virgin. So, she had to be grateful for that.
Rebecca like a couple of the crewmembers. Like Bootstrap Bill. And Maccus. She did get along with most of the other crewmen. But Bootstrap and the first mate, Maccus were her favorites. Easily she was liked because she was kind, pretty, and always did as the captain asked of her. Never did she question Jones and his tactics and his cruel nature.
And the Captain she seemed well oddly attracted to. She did not know why. He was in no way handsome nor charming. He was no man either. Sure he stood upright like a man. But one of his hands were that of a large crab claw. The other hand resembled a man’s hand. But the thumb was a long tentacle. One of his legs was near peg leg. But it was a crab leg. She was not sure of the other leg. It seemed normal.
But what immediately tells people Davy Jones is not human. Was his face was the head of that of an octopus. He had a beard that was at least forty tentacles or so. But his eyes….were so enchantingly blue. Any woman could easily get lost within them.
Rebecca found her thoughts on Jones an awful lot. Dirty thoughts at that. About his tentacles. And what they could do to her to make her wet between her thighs. And all this began the morning after the night she had a dream concerning Jones doing things erotic to her with his tentical beard. Ever since she had watched him when he was on deck.
Davy Jones. Her ruthless captain who had been hurt. And cut out his own heart. Just so he could never feel heart break again. So whatever she felt for him. She knew he would never return the feelings. And so she hated her attractions towards Jones for it.
Rebecca sighed and was about to turn and get back on her midnight watch on the bridge. But someone had snuck and stood beside her. Rebecca did not need to look to see who it was. “ Maccus. I would think that you’d be in your quarters. Sleeping. “ She mused with a light smile on her face.
The crewman with the head of a Hammer Head shark smiled at her and stared upon the open dark waters.” Just checking on my favorite adopted sister.” He responded.
Rebecca chuckled at the statement. True they had definitely been like siblings. When she first came aboard the Flying Dutchman. Maccus was the first to take her under his wing and teach her everything he knew. About sailing, fighting, and survival.
“ Do you ever miss shore, Maccus?” Rebecca asked.
Maccus looked at her and she looked back at him.” Sometimes.”
Rebecca nodded.” Me too. “ She whispered.
“ Do you ever hate your father. For forcing you into this? For being forced to give your soul to the Captain?”Maccus asked.
“ Yes. Everyday I spend on this ship. I curse his name. I should not have been the one to settle his soul debt to Jones. I want to go back home. To my sisters.” She said. Leaning down. Her head nuzzled in her folded arms.
“ Why not wager your years against Jones? For your freedom.” Maccus suggested.
Rebecca lifted her head to look up at him.” I have never thought of that. Has anyone ever done that though? I would have thought such a thing was never thought of.”
Maccus nodded,” But those who have challenged never won. And are now here for eternity.” He explained.
“But…don’t you think I have an even chance?” She asked. Moving to stand straight.
“ Those who have challenged always had an even chance.” Maccus said. Keeping Rebecca’s worried gaze on him.