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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
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1,917
Reviews:
26
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Chapter 13 - Maps and Lies
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 13 – Maps and Lies
Jack stared down dumbly at the parchment, he had been doing so all night with the occasional swig of rum while waiting for Oria wake up and explain it. Oria rolled over and stretched stiffly before slipping out of the bed and standing up slowly with great delicacy as stiff and sore muscles slowly woke up and began their now ritual complaints.
Jack stared down at the parchment again, it was there in black and white, the pure fact. He glared up from it to Oria, who stood looking back at him worriedly. She already recognized the parchment having drawn on it herself nearly a month ago.
“You lied.” He hissed at her furiously and she straightened her spine slightly, she should have known this was coming. Davy Jones would be making life as difficult as possible for her now she had evaded him. This wasn’t just about evading Jack anymore, it was about pulling the wool over Jones eyes as well which was a far more difficult task.
“I didn’t lie. You didn’t ask.” She whispered but the sound was as loud as a thunderstorm in the silence of the cabin. He pushed the parchment away furiously, his temper had been boiling all night and now it was set to explode. Oria glanced down at the parchment just to check it was her Isle de Muerta plan and not her main one. Sure enough the map of the Isle de Muerta glared up at her, crosses and circles decorating it for where she had wanted the explosives and the path of the gunpowder trail to set them off with.
“How could you lead us into that trap? How could you have endangered my crew, not just my crew but me and you and Sara! You killed her, it was your fault.” Oria tilted her chin slightly and tightened her resolve.
“Sara was not part of my plan and if you hadn’t changed the directions I gave you for that one alley the rest of the crew would all be alive still. I deliberately left that alley empty so that we could all escape and I never intended for Sara to be there. That was Davy Jones not me.” Jack stood up and grasped her arms tightly.
“You led us into a potential death trap and I want an explanation as to why and why Sara was there!” Oria winced at his grasp but didn’t tell him to let go, somehow the pain helped, it cleared her head of the eternal ache from the wounds and the knowledge she was carrying of her main plan. At least Sara would only see that from Heaven, not from first hand as Jack would.
“I had to make it look like I was trying to kill you because that’s my job. I’m not just a whore for Davy Jones to tempt men with, I’m also his assassin for when men he makes deals with don’t follow through or he gets fed up with them. I’m obviously not as conspicuous as most of his other men.” Jack shook her slightly fighting to control his anger.
“Then why didn’t you just tell me.” He hissed angrily, he couldn’t understand it and he needed to so badly.
“He would have known and would you honestly have gone onto that island knowing it was rigged to blow higher than a volcano?” Jack pushed her down onto the bed harshly and stalked the room furiously. She sat there and watched him silently as he put all the fresh information into his mind and pieced it together as best he could. She kept him guessing and he was brain fagged, but determined to make sense of this.
“I don’t know… What about Sara, why was she involved?” Jack paused to study Oria, she sighed and wrapped her fingers in her hair.
“She was an assurance that I behaved myself and didn’t get ideas above my station. She wasn’t meant to be there, she wasn’t meant to be involved. I didn’t know what to do, they changed my plans, and things didn’t fit anymore… Jack I would never have endangered her.” He gritted his teeth and fought down the anger and betrayal, reasoning that it hadn’t been that bad. She had warned him of it as clearly as she could without telling him exactly by giving him the escape plan, he’d mucked that part up and Sara had never meant to be there. That was something he would have to take up with Davy Jones at some point.
He sat down next to her on the bed and felt her hand crawl into his and clutch at it desperately, “Jack I never meant her to be hurt, I never meant her to be there. I didn’t mean for all those crewmen to be killed.” Slowly he wrapped his arms around her and held her to him as she battled mentally with some unknown emotion that tore at her heart with daggers.
“It’s all right. I forgive you, we both messed up this time. Do you forgive me for not trusting your guidance?” His heart was crushing itself painfully at the look of complete distraught on her face.
“Jack you don’t need forgiveness, I should have… I should have done… something that… I don’t know…” He kissed her softly, she responded meekly drawing comfort from the gentle gesture. He sat for a few moments till she had quietened the fearful tremors in her body and slowly extricated himself from her grasp.
“I’m just getting a drink then I’ll be straight back. Get back in the bed.” She nodded and curled up under the duvet hating herself for the act of complete desperation. Upset, yes of course she was the girl had been like her own but distraught? She had learned long ago how to deal with loss and being distraught was not the answer.
She hated the way she was still drawing Jack in, hiding the truth and tempting him like the widow spider into her web of lies. It was killing her, this was not the way it was supposed to be, he was supposed to be besotted but she wasn’t. She had to get the last stage of her plan moving before she really got in too deep, she was already in the boiling water and heading for the lava.
Oria froze as the handle turned on the door but too slow and suspiciously for it to be Jack returning and her heart sank. She wasn’t fit enough to fend for herself, she prayed it was Gibbs. The door cracked open and a man stepped in with an evil chuckle as he gazed through the half-light cast by the various candles and lanterns, “Hello pet, your Captain left you high and dry?” She struggled to sit up and reach for her pistol, the man strode forwards and grasped her wrist tightly before her fingertips brushed the handle of the pistol. She couldn’t see his face in the half-light and tugged against his grasp futilely her eyes widening slightly.
“Let me go.” There was the slightest tremor of fear in her voice, she was out of her depth now, she had no weapon and physical strength was still well out of the question. He twisted her arm suddenly into an obscene angle where the muscles strained and the very bones complained. She bit her lip to keep from shouting as he twisted it to breaking point and pushed her backwards on the bed. Oria kicked out catching him in the groin and he stumbled with a curse.
Leaping with as much energy as she could out of the bed she fell to the floor with a cry as her foot caught in the blankets. The man moved liked lightning and sat on her thighs before she could loose her foot from the blanket’s grasp, he gripped her failingly fists tightly and pinned them over her head, he glanced down at her.
“My, my now you are a fine one! I will enjoy this very much my little whore.” Oria tugged against his one hand holding hers but his grasp was still unrelenting and she wasn’t strong enough to pull herself free.
The man leaned forwards crushing her lips to his feverishly and she struggled against him trying to break free and failing. With every ounce of fight she put up his desire increased and enflamed him to increased strength and determination while it drained her rapidly and she knew she was fighting a losing battle.
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 13 – Maps and Lies
Jack stared down dumbly at the parchment, he had been doing so all night with the occasional swig of rum while waiting for Oria wake up and explain it. Oria rolled over and stretched stiffly before slipping out of the bed and standing up slowly with great delicacy as stiff and sore muscles slowly woke up and began their now ritual complaints.
Jack stared down at the parchment again, it was there in black and white, the pure fact. He glared up from it to Oria, who stood looking back at him worriedly. She already recognized the parchment having drawn on it herself nearly a month ago.
“You lied.” He hissed at her furiously and she straightened her spine slightly, she should have known this was coming. Davy Jones would be making life as difficult as possible for her now she had evaded him. This wasn’t just about evading Jack anymore, it was about pulling the wool over Jones eyes as well which was a far more difficult task.
“I didn’t lie. You didn’t ask.” She whispered but the sound was as loud as a thunderstorm in the silence of the cabin. He pushed the parchment away furiously, his temper had been boiling all night and now it was set to explode. Oria glanced down at the parchment just to check it was her Isle de Muerta plan and not her main one. Sure enough the map of the Isle de Muerta glared up at her, crosses and circles decorating it for where she had wanted the explosives and the path of the gunpowder trail to set them off with.
“How could you lead us into that trap? How could you have endangered my crew, not just my crew but me and you and Sara! You killed her, it was your fault.” Oria tilted her chin slightly and tightened her resolve.
“Sara was not part of my plan and if you hadn’t changed the directions I gave you for that one alley the rest of the crew would all be alive still. I deliberately left that alley empty so that we could all escape and I never intended for Sara to be there. That was Davy Jones not me.” Jack stood up and grasped her arms tightly.
“You led us into a potential death trap and I want an explanation as to why and why Sara was there!” Oria winced at his grasp but didn’t tell him to let go, somehow the pain helped, it cleared her head of the eternal ache from the wounds and the knowledge she was carrying of her main plan. At least Sara would only see that from Heaven, not from first hand as Jack would.
“I had to make it look like I was trying to kill you because that’s my job. I’m not just a whore for Davy Jones to tempt men with, I’m also his assassin for when men he makes deals with don’t follow through or he gets fed up with them. I’m obviously not as conspicuous as most of his other men.” Jack shook her slightly fighting to control his anger.
“Then why didn’t you just tell me.” He hissed angrily, he couldn’t understand it and he needed to so badly.
“He would have known and would you honestly have gone onto that island knowing it was rigged to blow higher than a volcano?” Jack pushed her down onto the bed harshly and stalked the room furiously. She sat there and watched him silently as he put all the fresh information into his mind and pieced it together as best he could. She kept him guessing and he was brain fagged, but determined to make sense of this.
“I don’t know… What about Sara, why was she involved?” Jack paused to study Oria, she sighed and wrapped her fingers in her hair.
“She was an assurance that I behaved myself and didn’t get ideas above my station. She wasn’t meant to be there, she wasn’t meant to be involved. I didn’t know what to do, they changed my plans, and things didn’t fit anymore… Jack I would never have endangered her.” He gritted his teeth and fought down the anger and betrayal, reasoning that it hadn’t been that bad. She had warned him of it as clearly as she could without telling him exactly by giving him the escape plan, he’d mucked that part up and Sara had never meant to be there. That was something he would have to take up with Davy Jones at some point.
He sat down next to her on the bed and felt her hand crawl into his and clutch at it desperately, “Jack I never meant her to be hurt, I never meant her to be there. I didn’t mean for all those crewmen to be killed.” Slowly he wrapped his arms around her and held her to him as she battled mentally with some unknown emotion that tore at her heart with daggers.
“It’s all right. I forgive you, we both messed up this time. Do you forgive me for not trusting your guidance?” His heart was crushing itself painfully at the look of complete distraught on her face.
“Jack you don’t need forgiveness, I should have… I should have done… something that… I don’t know…” He kissed her softly, she responded meekly drawing comfort from the gentle gesture. He sat for a few moments till she had quietened the fearful tremors in her body and slowly extricated himself from her grasp.
“I’m just getting a drink then I’ll be straight back. Get back in the bed.” She nodded and curled up under the duvet hating herself for the act of complete desperation. Upset, yes of course she was the girl had been like her own but distraught? She had learned long ago how to deal with loss and being distraught was not the answer.
She hated the way she was still drawing Jack in, hiding the truth and tempting him like the widow spider into her web of lies. It was killing her, this was not the way it was supposed to be, he was supposed to be besotted but she wasn’t. She had to get the last stage of her plan moving before she really got in too deep, she was already in the boiling water and heading for the lava.
Oria froze as the handle turned on the door but too slow and suspiciously for it to be Jack returning and her heart sank. She wasn’t fit enough to fend for herself, she prayed it was Gibbs. The door cracked open and a man stepped in with an evil chuckle as he gazed through the half-light cast by the various candles and lanterns, “Hello pet, your Captain left you high and dry?” She struggled to sit up and reach for her pistol, the man strode forwards and grasped her wrist tightly before her fingertips brushed the handle of the pistol. She couldn’t see his face in the half-light and tugged against his grasp futilely her eyes widening slightly.
“Let me go.” There was the slightest tremor of fear in her voice, she was out of her depth now, she had no weapon and physical strength was still well out of the question. He twisted her arm suddenly into an obscene angle where the muscles strained and the very bones complained. She bit her lip to keep from shouting as he twisted it to breaking point and pushed her backwards on the bed. Oria kicked out catching him in the groin and he stumbled with a curse.
Leaping with as much energy as she could out of the bed she fell to the floor with a cry as her foot caught in the blankets. The man moved liked lightning and sat on her thighs before she could loose her foot from the blanket’s grasp, he gripped her failingly fists tightly and pinned them over her head, he glanced down at her.
“My, my now you are a fine one! I will enjoy this very much my little whore.” Oria tugged against his one hand holding hers but his grasp was still unrelenting and she wasn’t strong enough to pull herself free.
The man leaned forwards crushing her lips to his feverishly and she struggled against him trying to break free and failing. With every ounce of fight she put up his desire increased and enflamed him to increased strength and determination while it drained her rapidly and she knew she was fighting a losing battle.