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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
1,914
Reviews:
26
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.
Chapter 10 - Secrets
Author: Pilgrim
Title: Twisted Views
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
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 or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 10 – Secrets
Jack gave a slight snore as he turned onto his back, one arm still draped over Oria’s frame just to ensure she didn’t move but Oria knew better. She slipped out from under his grasp as smooth as a snake and dressed quickly before heading out of the cabin avoiding all the creaking planks and painstakingly slowly opening the door.
The cool night air caressed her skin gently through the thin shirt and Oria wrapped her arms about herself as she shut the door quietly behind her. Her eyes trailed up to the stars and for several minutes she just stood and stared at them in their perfect formations. They fitted so well into their environment, diamonds on ebony velvet glittering with promise.
Oria knew what awaited them, she knew that this may be her last night free of the crushing ocean. The last night pretending to be mortal and not just some whore who drew men into a cursed life. She ran her fingers through her tousled hair slowly and sighed, “Miss Oria, is everything all right?” Gibbs stood in front of her holding two bottles of rum, a faint smile on his face.
“Yes Mr Gibbs, everything is fine.” He nodded and headed up to the helm before pausing and holding out one of the rum bottles.
“Here, you look as if you could use it. Besides, one’s more than enough to get me to sleep.” Oria accepted it with a smirk as he nodded approvingly and stepped up to the helm. Tucking the neck of the bottle into her belt Oria scaled the rigging up to the bird’s nest at the top of the mast. The lad up there regarded her curiously.
“I’ll take over till next watch lad, go get some sleep.” The lad nodded not wanting to question the woman or miss out on a few extra hours sleep. Oria took his place and tugged the cork free of the bottle neck.
She could smell the rum as if she was drenched in the stuff, its scent powerful and tantalizing. Oria had never been drunk in her life and decided that tonight probably wasn’t the best night to start but she needed something to stop all these thoughts from running through her mind.
Sipping from the bottle she relished the burn the hot liquid seared down her throat and downed more. Leaning back against the mast she watched the stars sail by sipping at the strong liquor as they drifted away on their silent vigils.
An hour in time and half a bottle of rum later Oria wasn’t feeling any different and those thoughts and plans were still playing havoc with her mind, “Great so I can’t even get drunk.” She whispered regarded the bottle suspiciously but it was definitely rum sloshing around in it. A man paused half-way up the rigging as he spotted Oria and not the lad he had been expecting.
“Sorry Miss, didn’t know you were up here.” His eyes landed on the bottle and he cocked a disbelieving eyebrow.
“That’s all right crewman, here have this to help you pass the night.” She pushed the bottle into his hand and swung herself over the wooden surround and back down to the deck. The man shrugged and swigged from the bottle as if there was no tomorrow. Her wasn’t about to question the Captain’s woman.
Oria stepped back into the cabin to Jack’s whispered mumblings, she smiled faintly and sat at his desk watching him thoughtfully. He rolled over and frowned as his hand searched for her presence, slowly his eyes fluttered open with a scowl, “What are you doing over there?” He whispered groggily.
“I just went outside, needed to clear my head.” Jack nodded faintly.
“Fine, now come back to bed.” She smirked at his sleepy logic and shrugged back out of her clothing to curl up next to him under the warm duvet. Jack draped his arms about her clumsily and crushed her once again to his chest. He smiled faintly as she held him back and wriggled closer to his warmth feeling cold to the bone with the chill in her soul.
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Jack woke to the faint dappling of sunlight across his face and glared at the curtains which they had forgotten to close last night to ward off the sun. He glanced down to where Oria was still pressed against his side, one thin arm draped across his chest lazily. He grinned and ran his fingers gently up and down her spine with a growing smirk as she stretched against him.
“Good morning.” He whispered as she smiled up at him and shuffled closer kissing him lightly on the lips.
“Likewise.” Slowly she sat up and glanced about the cabin before standing up swiftly and dragging her clothes on as she gazed out of the window, “It’s show time love.” Oria glanced back at him, “We’re there.”
Jack scowled and sat up, sure enough the Isle de Muerta was glaring back at them mockingly through the glass. He sighed and glanced back at Oria, he frowned at her wistful expression, “Oria?”
She shook herself mentally, now was not the time to get weak. Turning away she dragged her belt about her hips and composed her thoughts strictly. Now was not the time for regrets and prayers, God hadn’t listened before and he wasn’t going to start now. But how she wished that this would not be the last morning they awoke to together. She heard Jack dress quickly and could feel his eyes burning into her back.
Jack watched as she fastened the belt and buttons on her shirt with her back to him. Now he knew she was hiding something, something was not right. He glanced at the map on the desk and wondered if the path she had suggested was a trap, but a trap for what purpose? She glanced back at him and his eyes snapped back to buckling his belt, “We go and return through the same passage?” Jack questioned avoiding her gaze for fear of being confused by it.
“Yes, I think it is the safest.” Jack nodded at her simple logic and glanced up at her again.
“Very well, would go and get the crew roused love?” She nodded and left to get the crew up. Jack stalked over to the door as well and shouted for Gibbs. The man appeared a few minutes later at his doorway.
”Aye Captain.” Jack stood at his desk looking over the map of the Isle de Muerta. He motioned for the other man to join him at the desk and look over the map. Gibbs entered swiftly and glanced down at it curiously.
“I want a full crew on the ship ready to sail her away at full tilt on the briefest notice to remain here on deck. The one’s that go onto the island are to be armed to the teeth and ready to face anything. We enter it through this passage but don’t exit through it. Tell them to split and go down different routes, you are to stay here and have the Pearl circle so as to pick up anyone who jumps out.” Gibbs scowled at him but nodded knowing better than to question Jack.
“I’ll go tell the men immediately.” Jack watched him sway slightly towards the door before remembering another piece of vital information.
“Oh and Mr Gibbs, not a word to Oria… at all. Make sure the men know that too.” Gibbs nodded and fought back his curiosity valiantly before heading out to spread the so-called secret.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!
BACK UPDATING ON THE 26TH POSSIBLY MIGHT BE DELAYED TILL 27TH BUT WILL TRY VALIANTLY FOR 26TH!!
Title: Twisted Views
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
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 or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 10 – Secrets
Jack gave a slight snore as he turned onto his back, one arm still draped over Oria’s frame just to ensure she didn’t move but Oria knew better. She slipped out from under his grasp as smooth as a snake and dressed quickly before heading out of the cabin avoiding all the creaking planks and painstakingly slowly opening the door.
The cool night air caressed her skin gently through the thin shirt and Oria wrapped her arms about herself as she shut the door quietly behind her. Her eyes trailed up to the stars and for several minutes she just stood and stared at them in their perfect formations. They fitted so well into their environment, diamonds on ebony velvet glittering with promise.
Oria knew what awaited them, she knew that this may be her last night free of the crushing ocean. The last night pretending to be mortal and not just some whore who drew men into a cursed life. She ran her fingers through her tousled hair slowly and sighed, “Miss Oria, is everything all right?” Gibbs stood in front of her holding two bottles of rum, a faint smile on his face.
“Yes Mr Gibbs, everything is fine.” He nodded and headed up to the helm before pausing and holding out one of the rum bottles.
“Here, you look as if you could use it. Besides, one’s more than enough to get me to sleep.” Oria accepted it with a smirk as he nodded approvingly and stepped up to the helm. Tucking the neck of the bottle into her belt Oria scaled the rigging up to the bird’s nest at the top of the mast. The lad up there regarded her curiously.
“I’ll take over till next watch lad, go get some sleep.” The lad nodded not wanting to question the woman or miss out on a few extra hours sleep. Oria took his place and tugged the cork free of the bottle neck.
She could smell the rum as if she was drenched in the stuff, its scent powerful and tantalizing. Oria had never been drunk in her life and decided that tonight probably wasn’t the best night to start but she needed something to stop all these thoughts from running through her mind.
Sipping from the bottle she relished the burn the hot liquid seared down her throat and downed more. Leaning back against the mast she watched the stars sail by sipping at the strong liquor as they drifted away on their silent vigils.
An hour in time and half a bottle of rum later Oria wasn’t feeling any different and those thoughts and plans were still playing havoc with her mind, “Great so I can’t even get drunk.” She whispered regarded the bottle suspiciously but it was definitely rum sloshing around in it. A man paused half-way up the rigging as he spotted Oria and not the lad he had been expecting.
“Sorry Miss, didn’t know you were up here.” His eyes landed on the bottle and he cocked a disbelieving eyebrow.
“That’s all right crewman, here have this to help you pass the night.” She pushed the bottle into his hand and swung herself over the wooden surround and back down to the deck. The man shrugged and swigged from the bottle as if there was no tomorrow. Her wasn’t about to question the Captain’s woman.
Oria stepped back into the cabin to Jack’s whispered mumblings, she smiled faintly and sat at his desk watching him thoughtfully. He rolled over and frowned as his hand searched for her presence, slowly his eyes fluttered open with a scowl, “What are you doing over there?” He whispered groggily.
“I just went outside, needed to clear my head.” Jack nodded faintly.
“Fine, now come back to bed.” She smirked at his sleepy logic and shrugged back out of her clothing to curl up next to him under the warm duvet. Jack draped his arms about her clumsily and crushed her once again to his chest. He smiled faintly as she held him back and wriggled closer to his warmth feeling cold to the bone with the chill in her soul.
:/
Jack woke to the faint dappling of sunlight across his face and glared at the curtains which they had forgotten to close last night to ward off the sun. He glanced down to where Oria was still pressed against his side, one thin arm draped across his chest lazily. He grinned and ran his fingers gently up and down her spine with a growing smirk as she stretched against him.
“Good morning.” He whispered as she smiled up at him and shuffled closer kissing him lightly on the lips.
“Likewise.” Slowly she sat up and glanced about the cabin before standing up swiftly and dragging her clothes on as she gazed out of the window, “It’s show time love.” Oria glanced back at him, “We’re there.”
Jack scowled and sat up, sure enough the Isle de Muerta was glaring back at them mockingly through the glass. He sighed and glanced back at Oria, he frowned at her wistful expression, “Oria?”
She shook herself mentally, now was not the time to get weak. Turning away she dragged her belt about her hips and composed her thoughts strictly. Now was not the time for regrets and prayers, God hadn’t listened before and he wasn’t going to start now. But how she wished that this would not be the last morning they awoke to together. She heard Jack dress quickly and could feel his eyes burning into her back.
Jack watched as she fastened the belt and buttons on her shirt with her back to him. Now he knew she was hiding something, something was not right. He glanced at the map on the desk and wondered if the path she had suggested was a trap, but a trap for what purpose? She glanced back at him and his eyes snapped back to buckling his belt, “We go and return through the same passage?” Jack questioned avoiding her gaze for fear of being confused by it.
“Yes, I think it is the safest.” Jack nodded at her simple logic and glanced up at her again.
“Very well, would go and get the crew roused love?” She nodded and left to get the crew up. Jack stalked over to the door as well and shouted for Gibbs. The man appeared a few minutes later at his doorway.
”Aye Captain.” Jack stood at his desk looking over the map of the Isle de Muerta. He motioned for the other man to join him at the desk and look over the map. Gibbs entered swiftly and glanced down at it curiously.
“I want a full crew on the ship ready to sail her away at full tilt on the briefest notice to remain here on deck. The one’s that go onto the island are to be armed to the teeth and ready to face anything. We enter it through this passage but don’t exit through it. Tell them to split and go down different routes, you are to stay here and have the Pearl circle so as to pick up anyone who jumps out.” Gibbs scowled at him but nodded knowing better than to question Jack.
“I’ll go tell the men immediately.” Jack watched him sway slightly towards the door before remembering another piece of vital information.
“Oh and Mr Gibbs, not a word to Oria… at all. Make sure the men know that too.” Gibbs nodded and fought back his curiosity valiantly before heading out to spread the so-called secret.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!
BACK UPDATING ON THE 26TH POSSIBLY MIGHT BE DELAYED TILL 27TH BUT WILL TRY VALIANTLY FOR 26TH!!