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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
1,906
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 3 - In The Mists
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 3 – In The Mists
Jack watched silently from the helm as lanterns were lit over the deck of the ship casting an eerie glow in the encroaching mists that were caressing the mast and sails lovingly. Oria stepped up alongside him with a faint smile before her eyes trailed backwards over his shoulder and the smile dropped as fast as a stone. Jack frowned at her expression and glanced back also, “Oh bugger me.”
Four ships were tailing them and beginning to turn in perfect synchronisation to aim their cannons at the Pearl’s rear end, “All hands brace for impact!” Jack shouted out, the crew quickly grasped hold of anything available as they heard the cannons of the four ships go off. The Pearl rocked violently as the water around her exploded with cannon balls. Jack grasped hold of the wheel tighter as Oria stumbled over to him and clutched it tightly as well.
“What is your plan of action?” Jack looked at her in surprise.
“You mean apart from holding on for dear life?” Oria glared at him as the ship rocked again.
“You’re the Captain, think of something!” Jack glanced about him for desperate inspiration. He couldn’t see anything in front of him or around him that would be even vaguely helpful, “Jack this ship can not withstand the attack of four others!” He nodded feverishly still looking for inspiration. A couple of gun powder barrels were sitting on deck not yet stored away in the cargo hold and Jack grinned.
“We’re going to fake an explosion.” Oria stared at him as if he had just lost his mind, he nodded towards the barrels, “Explode them in the water, there’ll be debris and an explosion big enough to make it look like the ship has sunk.” Oria tilted an eyebrow.
“Jack you’re going to need more than a pair of barrels to convince them a whole ship has exploded and sunk.” His face fell slightly, he shouted over the deck for another four to be brought up and bound together with rope. Oria nodded and headed down to the cabin in search of her shotgun. She reappeared loading the long weapon, Jack looked at it worriedly.
“You sure you can aim that love?” She glared at him condescendingly and brought the gun up to her shoulder checking the barrel was still straight and the aim true.
“Of course I can. Speed this ship up, we need a bit more distance between us and them.” Jack shrugged and ushered the crew into making the ship pick up a bit of speed. After a few minutes the other ships were fading behind the mists, “Release the barrels.” Jack nodded confirmation and watched as the crew tossed the collection of six barrels over board. Oria stepped up to the back of the ship and lifted the shotgun back onto her shoulder resting her cheek against the smooth wood as she waited for the barrels to get at the correct distance between the Pearl and the other ships.
“Oria, that’s nearly fifty yards away.” She didn’t shift her concentration, focusing on the barrels intently as her finger tightened on the trigger. The shotgun went off sharply and Jack watched as the barrels exploded violently, sending up plumes of water, steam and fire.
“Good shot.” Oria smirked and went to put the shotgun away. Jack glanced back to where the shreds of wood were still burning through the mists and his jaw dropped at the sight of all four ships coming towards them. “Oria, we’ve got problems!” She jogged back up the steps, the shotgun still in her hand and stared in disbelief at the group of ships.
“That’s not possible, surely they…” She paused and surveyed the scene, “Lower a row boat.” Jack raised an eyebrow as he looked back at her.
“Love if the Pearl can’t handle them the row boat definitely isn’t going to.” Oria tossed the shot gun at him and headed down to the deck. He caught it with a worried face and studied it warily.
“Get another load of barrels ready, do it closer to the Pearl this time and only when I get to the other ships. I’m handing myself over.” Jack dropped the gun onto the floor and chased after her.
“What? I don’t think I quite heard that right pet.” Oria drew a dagger and slashed her jacket several times randomly making it look as if it had been torn in an explosion.
“I said I’m handing myself over. You can get away and I’ll escape and rejoin you soon, Tortuga sound good?” Jack stood staring at her dumbly as she slashed her arms several times and let the blood seep into the cloth of the jacket.
“You know sometimes I really do worry about your mentality.” She smirked up at him as the crew lowered the boat into the ocean.
“It’s logical really. I’m far more likely to escape than you which means that we would be re-united sooner if I went. Also, I’m more likely to convince them that the ship has actually sunk and that you have died. Sorry love, but your acting isn’t on par with mine just yet.” Slowly Jack nodded, they both knew the ships would follow them to the ends of the earth with the reward on their heads. She kissed him briefly before scrambling down the side of the ship, into the boat and rowing away into the mist. Jack turned to the crew and shouted loudly over the noise they were making.
“Alright, get another six barrels ready, tie them in groups of two and drop them at each side of the ship. Fire at them on my mark and then let’s get this ship moving to Tortuga.” The crew jumped up from their vigilance and set about tossing the barrels over board and coaxing more and more speed from the ship as it cruised over the smooth waves. Oria watched as the Pearl drew further and further away and the other ships closer.
She tossed the oars over-board as they caught up and dragged her dagger tip along her cheek feeling the warm blood ripple down smoothly as shouts of man over board echoed over the deck of the nearest ship. Oria glanced up as the ships slowed and ground to a halt, one alongside her little boat. She scrambled up the wooden steps swiftly and stepped onto the deck shakily. Several shouts echoed out as the group of barrels exploded violently about the Pearl, the mist giving them nothing more than a silhouette.
The red coats gazed at the appearance of the girl in shock. Bloodied and torn the girl looked a right mess. She stumbled forwards and one of the men caught her just before she fell to the floor, she grasped his collar tightly.
“You sunk the Pearl, you bastards, you sunk the Pearl and murdered all of her crew!” Crocodile tears trailed down her cheeks mixing with the blood smoothly. She brushed it away angrily as the men stared down at her dumbly and glanced between each other.
“What about Jack Sparrow?” Oria glared at the man angrily.
“Yes you killed him too, you sons of whores.” She hissed angrily and stumbled back onto her feet furiously, “Your little cannons wrecked his cabin, and he was lost to the ocean within minutes. Bastards.” She spat on the deck disgustedly. Manacles were quickly clamped about her wrists and she was frog-marched to the cells. She glared at her ‘captors’ accusingly as they bolted the door, she would let them feel satisfied for one day before crashing their jubilant party. The keys snatched from the sailor who had stopped her from crashing to the deck fell from her sleeve with a quiet jingle.
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 3 – In The Mists
Jack watched silently from the helm as lanterns were lit over the deck of the ship casting an eerie glow in the encroaching mists that were caressing the mast and sails lovingly. Oria stepped up alongside him with a faint smile before her eyes trailed backwards over his shoulder and the smile dropped as fast as a stone. Jack frowned at her expression and glanced back also, “Oh bugger me.”
Four ships were tailing them and beginning to turn in perfect synchronisation to aim their cannons at the Pearl’s rear end, “All hands brace for impact!” Jack shouted out, the crew quickly grasped hold of anything available as they heard the cannons of the four ships go off. The Pearl rocked violently as the water around her exploded with cannon balls. Jack grasped hold of the wheel tighter as Oria stumbled over to him and clutched it tightly as well.
“What is your plan of action?” Jack looked at her in surprise.
“You mean apart from holding on for dear life?” Oria glared at him as the ship rocked again.
“You’re the Captain, think of something!” Jack glanced about him for desperate inspiration. He couldn’t see anything in front of him or around him that would be even vaguely helpful, “Jack this ship can not withstand the attack of four others!” He nodded feverishly still looking for inspiration. A couple of gun powder barrels were sitting on deck not yet stored away in the cargo hold and Jack grinned.
“We’re going to fake an explosion.” Oria stared at him as if he had just lost his mind, he nodded towards the barrels, “Explode them in the water, there’ll be debris and an explosion big enough to make it look like the ship has sunk.” Oria tilted an eyebrow.
“Jack you’re going to need more than a pair of barrels to convince them a whole ship has exploded and sunk.” His face fell slightly, he shouted over the deck for another four to be brought up and bound together with rope. Oria nodded and headed down to the cabin in search of her shotgun. She reappeared loading the long weapon, Jack looked at it worriedly.
“You sure you can aim that love?” She glared at him condescendingly and brought the gun up to her shoulder checking the barrel was still straight and the aim true.
“Of course I can. Speed this ship up, we need a bit more distance between us and them.” Jack shrugged and ushered the crew into making the ship pick up a bit of speed. After a few minutes the other ships were fading behind the mists, “Release the barrels.” Jack nodded confirmation and watched as the crew tossed the collection of six barrels over board. Oria stepped up to the back of the ship and lifted the shotgun back onto her shoulder resting her cheek against the smooth wood as she waited for the barrels to get at the correct distance between the Pearl and the other ships.
“Oria, that’s nearly fifty yards away.” She didn’t shift her concentration, focusing on the barrels intently as her finger tightened on the trigger. The shotgun went off sharply and Jack watched as the barrels exploded violently, sending up plumes of water, steam and fire.
“Good shot.” Oria smirked and went to put the shotgun away. Jack glanced back to where the shreds of wood were still burning through the mists and his jaw dropped at the sight of all four ships coming towards them. “Oria, we’ve got problems!” She jogged back up the steps, the shotgun still in her hand and stared in disbelief at the group of ships.
“That’s not possible, surely they…” She paused and surveyed the scene, “Lower a row boat.” Jack raised an eyebrow as he looked back at her.
“Love if the Pearl can’t handle them the row boat definitely isn’t going to.” Oria tossed the shot gun at him and headed down to the deck. He caught it with a worried face and studied it warily.
“Get another load of barrels ready, do it closer to the Pearl this time and only when I get to the other ships. I’m handing myself over.” Jack dropped the gun onto the floor and chased after her.
“What? I don’t think I quite heard that right pet.” Oria drew a dagger and slashed her jacket several times randomly making it look as if it had been torn in an explosion.
“I said I’m handing myself over. You can get away and I’ll escape and rejoin you soon, Tortuga sound good?” Jack stood staring at her dumbly as she slashed her arms several times and let the blood seep into the cloth of the jacket.
“You know sometimes I really do worry about your mentality.” She smirked up at him as the crew lowered the boat into the ocean.
“It’s logical really. I’m far more likely to escape than you which means that we would be re-united sooner if I went. Also, I’m more likely to convince them that the ship has actually sunk and that you have died. Sorry love, but your acting isn’t on par with mine just yet.” Slowly Jack nodded, they both knew the ships would follow them to the ends of the earth with the reward on their heads. She kissed him briefly before scrambling down the side of the ship, into the boat and rowing away into the mist. Jack turned to the crew and shouted loudly over the noise they were making.
“Alright, get another six barrels ready, tie them in groups of two and drop them at each side of the ship. Fire at them on my mark and then let’s get this ship moving to Tortuga.” The crew jumped up from their vigilance and set about tossing the barrels over board and coaxing more and more speed from the ship as it cruised over the smooth waves. Oria watched as the Pearl drew further and further away and the other ships closer.
She tossed the oars over-board as they caught up and dragged her dagger tip along her cheek feeling the warm blood ripple down smoothly as shouts of man over board echoed over the deck of the nearest ship. Oria glanced up as the ships slowed and ground to a halt, one alongside her little boat. She scrambled up the wooden steps swiftly and stepped onto the deck shakily. Several shouts echoed out as the group of barrels exploded violently about the Pearl, the mist giving them nothing more than a silhouette.
The red coats gazed at the appearance of the girl in shock. Bloodied and torn the girl looked a right mess. She stumbled forwards and one of the men caught her just before she fell to the floor, she grasped his collar tightly.
“You sunk the Pearl, you bastards, you sunk the Pearl and murdered all of her crew!” Crocodile tears trailed down her cheeks mixing with the blood smoothly. She brushed it away angrily as the men stared down at her dumbly and glanced between each other.
“What about Jack Sparrow?” Oria glared at the man angrily.
“Yes you killed him too, you sons of whores.” She hissed angrily and stumbled back onto her feet furiously, “Your little cannons wrecked his cabin, and he was lost to the ocean within minutes. Bastards.” She spat on the deck disgustedly. Manacles were quickly clamped about her wrists and she was frog-marched to the cells. She glared at her ‘captors’ accusingly as they bolted the door, she would let them feel satisfied for one day before crashing their jubilant party. The keys snatched from the sailor who had stopped her from crashing to the deck fell from her sleeve with a quiet jingle.