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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
1,912
Reviews:
26
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter 8 - Mistaken Identities
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 8 – Mistaken Identities
The pair headed into Tortuga after several minutes, Oria cursing at the dress and its damn corset sending the occasional glare at Jack as well. Jack merely grinned at the number of heads she turned and was more than a bit glad she was on his arm and drawing him so much attention. He spotted the building he had been looking for, a smart little carpenters with stained glass windows.
They stepped into the sandalwood scented building, Oria glancing around curiously at the various wooden objects on display. She slipped herself free of Jacks grasp and wandered around in awe at the delicacy of some of the creations. Jack smiled fondly and headed for the counter at the back of the shop where a man was busy carving a rocking horse.
“You the proprietor of this establishment?” The carpenter looked up with a smug grin and nodded wiping the wood chips off his hands as he held one out for the pirate to shake.
“That I am sir, that I am.” Jack scowled.
“It’s Captain actually not ‘sir’. I need you to repair me ship, only a little bit left to do.” The man nodded slowly and lowered his hand when it wasn’t accepted.
“That would be the Pearl, would it not?” Jack grinned pleased at the recognition and nodded.
”That it would.” The little man nodded.
“All right, I’ll come do the job for you tomorrow and we’ll discuss payment.” Jack grinned pleased before realising the mans’ gaze was no longer on him but on Oria. “She’s a bonny girl your daughter, you got her engaged yet?” Jack frowned down at the man intently wondering what exactly he was on about.
“You know Sara?” The man chuckled and gazed back at the young lady.
“Is that her name, bet she’s got many suitors your lass. Have to fend them off I bet, wouldn’t want her getting nooked up too soon.” Jack looked at the man as if he had suddenly reappeared as a talking and dancing dog and stood straighter.
“My daughter is only eight years old, what exactly are you implying mate?” The man raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
“There’s no way in hell that girl’s eight years old.” Jack frowned severely confused now.
“I beg your pardon?” The man pointed at Oria.
“That girl is not eight years old mate. I know they say fathers are protective but seriously, you’ve lost it if you think she’s still eight!” Jack glanced between the man and Oria and spluttered in annoyance when he realised what the man was implying.
“That’s not my daughter! That’s my…” Oria stepped up alongside him and glanced at the man curiously, “Friend.” Jack finished slowly not happy with the way the man was looking her over, “Make sure you’re at the docks tomorrow, I want the ship done as soon as possible.” He dragged Oria out of the carpenters quickly and glanced her up and down. Oria laughed at him in confusion.
“Something wrong?” Jack looked at her intently again; well she did look slightly younger in a dress but not young enough to be his daughter for Christ’s sake. Although she did look about eighteen… if he calculated he supposed the numerical parts added up if you made her look younger than she was. But he didn’t look old enough to be her father surely, “Jack, you’re starting to wear a hole in me.” He softened his gaze slightly and looped an arm around her waist and began to lead her back to the Pearl not taking the attention she drew so kindly now.
“You’re not wearing dresses anymore. Draws too much attention.” Oria grinned and slipped her arm about his waist happily.
“About time too. You really have no idea how much I hate these damn things.” Jack smiled faintly, well now he was in agreement.
:/
A day later the Black Pearl was back on the ocean and heading over stormy seas to the Isle de Muerta. Oria glanced out over the ocean on the prow, the night killing the sun swiftly in a red haze. Her thoughts were a mess of plans and worry. Jack had the worry of only one thing and that wasn’t even the truth. The reality was Sara was in far more danger than Jack would have dared dream and she wasn’t at Will’s house anymore, she was right there on the Isle de Muerta. Right in the centre of Oria’s plans and the heart of danger, her plans had changed slightly to incorporate this new bit of information and now things weren’t as certain.
A hand rested on her shoulder gently and she glanced back at a faintly smiling Jack, “Stop worrying about her. Norrington wouldn’t dare hurt her, we’ll get the money and get her safely under our watchful eyes in no time.” Oria nodded slowly and wished that it was only that simple. Her hand crept up to his and he gripped it tightly as his gaze wandered over the ocean as well.
Slowly Oria straightened and turned to face him with a faint smile, “We should be getting some rest, we’ll be there tomorrow. We’ll need all the energy we can get if we’re going to get all those valuables onto the ship in a day.” Jack nodded and frowned as he caught her eyes, there was something in them, something not quite right. She quickly turned her gaze away and headed down to their cabin, Jack following curiously. He locked the door behind him and watched as she splashed cold water over her face and paused when she realised he was watching her.
“Something wrong?” Jack walked forwards to stand next to her leaning against the desk almost casually as he studied his nails absently.
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 8 – Mistaken Identities
The pair headed into Tortuga after several minutes, Oria cursing at the dress and its damn corset sending the occasional glare at Jack as well. Jack merely grinned at the number of heads she turned and was more than a bit glad she was on his arm and drawing him so much attention. He spotted the building he had been looking for, a smart little carpenters with stained glass windows.
They stepped into the sandalwood scented building, Oria glancing around curiously at the various wooden objects on display. She slipped herself free of Jacks grasp and wandered around in awe at the delicacy of some of the creations. Jack smiled fondly and headed for the counter at the back of the shop where a man was busy carving a rocking horse.
“You the proprietor of this establishment?” The carpenter looked up with a smug grin and nodded wiping the wood chips off his hands as he held one out for the pirate to shake.
“That I am sir, that I am.” Jack scowled.
“It’s Captain actually not ‘sir’. I need you to repair me ship, only a little bit left to do.” The man nodded slowly and lowered his hand when it wasn’t accepted.
“That would be the Pearl, would it not?” Jack grinned pleased at the recognition and nodded.
”That it would.” The little man nodded.
“All right, I’ll come do the job for you tomorrow and we’ll discuss payment.” Jack grinned pleased before realising the mans’ gaze was no longer on him but on Oria. “She’s a bonny girl your daughter, you got her engaged yet?” Jack frowned down at the man intently wondering what exactly he was on about.
“You know Sara?” The man chuckled and gazed back at the young lady.
“Is that her name, bet she’s got many suitors your lass. Have to fend them off I bet, wouldn’t want her getting nooked up too soon.” Jack looked at the man as if he had suddenly reappeared as a talking and dancing dog and stood straighter.
“My daughter is only eight years old, what exactly are you implying mate?” The man raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
“There’s no way in hell that girl’s eight years old.” Jack frowned severely confused now.
“I beg your pardon?” The man pointed at Oria.
“That girl is not eight years old mate. I know they say fathers are protective but seriously, you’ve lost it if you think she’s still eight!” Jack glanced between the man and Oria and spluttered in annoyance when he realised what the man was implying.
“That’s not my daughter! That’s my…” Oria stepped up alongside him and glanced at the man curiously, “Friend.” Jack finished slowly not happy with the way the man was looking her over, “Make sure you’re at the docks tomorrow, I want the ship done as soon as possible.” He dragged Oria out of the carpenters quickly and glanced her up and down. Oria laughed at him in confusion.
“Something wrong?” Jack looked at her intently again; well she did look slightly younger in a dress but not young enough to be his daughter for Christ’s sake. Although she did look about eighteen… if he calculated he supposed the numerical parts added up if you made her look younger than she was. But he didn’t look old enough to be her father surely, “Jack, you’re starting to wear a hole in me.” He softened his gaze slightly and looped an arm around her waist and began to lead her back to the Pearl not taking the attention she drew so kindly now.
“You’re not wearing dresses anymore. Draws too much attention.” Oria grinned and slipped her arm about his waist happily.
“About time too. You really have no idea how much I hate these damn things.” Jack smiled faintly, well now he was in agreement.
:/
A day later the Black Pearl was back on the ocean and heading over stormy seas to the Isle de Muerta. Oria glanced out over the ocean on the prow, the night killing the sun swiftly in a red haze. Her thoughts were a mess of plans and worry. Jack had the worry of only one thing and that wasn’t even the truth. The reality was Sara was in far more danger than Jack would have dared dream and she wasn’t at Will’s house anymore, she was right there on the Isle de Muerta. Right in the centre of Oria’s plans and the heart of danger, her plans had changed slightly to incorporate this new bit of information and now things weren’t as certain.
A hand rested on her shoulder gently and she glanced back at a faintly smiling Jack, “Stop worrying about her. Norrington wouldn’t dare hurt her, we’ll get the money and get her safely under our watchful eyes in no time.” Oria nodded slowly and wished that it was only that simple. Her hand crept up to his and he gripped it tightly as his gaze wandered over the ocean as well.
Slowly Oria straightened and turned to face him with a faint smile, “We should be getting some rest, we’ll be there tomorrow. We’ll need all the energy we can get if we’re going to get all those valuables onto the ship in a day.” Jack nodded and frowned as he caught her eyes, there was something in them, something not quite right. She quickly turned her gaze away and headed down to their cabin, Jack following curiously. He locked the door behind him and watched as she splashed cold water over her face and paused when she realised he was watching her.
“Something wrong?” Jack walked forwards to stand next to her leaning against the desk almost casually as he studied his nails absently.