Pirates of The Caribbean Mary Sues (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} piratesues) wrote,@ 2003-08-12 16:08:00 |
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It's nothing like the Barbossa Sue! Huzzah!
... But it's still pretty weird.
TITLE: Lost Flower
AUTHOR: Quinn
NAME(S): Aveline Hartwell
AFFILIATION: British nobilty. French on every second Tuesday of the month.
HAIR COLOR: brown and blonde
EYE COLOR: green
SPECIAL POSESSIONS: A dagger. Her virginity. Ooo.
HISTORY: Was sold by her parents to the pirate Captain Savage. Yes, you heard me. Captain Savage. Captain Savage forced the young girl to undergo some weird, creepy ritual that made her some kind of magical virgin.
CONNECTIONS TO CHARACTERS: Unhappy with her lot in life, she sneaks aboard a ship that gets attacked by none other than the Black Pearl. Jack, deciding she is the key to his immortality, decides to keep her with plans of seducing her.
NOTES: This story is actually written very well, and is not a bad read. If not for the fact that the main girl is apparently going to hook up with Jack, I wouldn't have put it up. There are, after having read it all, a few points that really irk me - Anamaria is very quickly shoved out of the story, and there's Norrington bashing. Come now, kids, leave the man alone. Yeesh.
SAMPLE OF THE STORY:
Couldn't he have just waived a magic wand at her? I mean, really...
Callous hands held her wrists pinned at the small of her back, rearing her backward while pushing her forth. The pirate led her through a small maze of cabin corridors, toward the rear of the ship where resided Captain Savage. They reached the door to his quarters, and the pirate struck the sole of his shoe against it several times rather than releasing her to knock. The door opened, seemingly of its own accord, and she was ushered inside, her usher kicking the door closed behind them.
“Welcome, lass,” Captain Savage’s jagged voice greeted her, and her heart leapt into her throat at the sound. “Ye ready for yer blessin’?”
“Blessing?” she repeated meekly, her eyes shifting from the captain to the boatswain at his side.
“Aye, lass,” the bearded man responded with a gravelly chuckle, nodding to the boatswain in silent command as he did. She watched the second man cross the cabin to a dark corner, bend down, and hoist a dark-skinned man, bound and gagged, from the floor. She trembled at the very sight of him. He looked barbaric, primitive, the ivory teeth of some savage animal dangling from a hemp cord worn around his neck. His half-clothed body was covered with strange markings, red and white lines and circles against his brown skin, and various needles and rings penetrated the flesh of his face, neck, and ears. In all her life, she had never seen a man so frightening.
The boatswain untied the man and removed his gag while Savage held his pistol aimed at the dark man’s head. He handed the pistol to the boatswain and gestured to the man restraining her. “Lay ‘er out on the table.”
White horror blinded her as she was lifted and deposited atop a map on the captain’s navigation table. The rope that had been used to bind the dark man was then tied to each of her wrists and knotted beneath the table, effectively preventing her from movement of her arms. Her legs were held in place by the pirate, and Captain Savage held a large, cold, filthy hand over her mouth.
“Awright, mate,” Captain Savage instructed the dark man. “Bless the girl.”
She panted franticly against the sea captain’s hand, her eyes wide as the dark man with the markings began reciting a series of foreign chants. His eyes were angry, although they did not seem sympathetic, and she feared she should be equally as afraid of him as she was Savage. Reaching into a small leather pouch at his side, the dark man sprinkled some sort of herb or spice over her brow, then over her throat. Reaching into the pouch again, he removed a vial containing a red liquid, which he smeared on each of her cheeks before grabbing the hem of her skirt.
She shrieked against the captain’s palm as the dark man’s fingers grazed the bare flesh of her mound, that area which she herself had never dared licentiously touch in her nine years on earth. She tasted bile at the back of her throat as he continued applying the red liquid to the shelter of her virginity, and struggled not to vomit into the pirate captain’s hand as he clapped it harder over her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut to avoid the lewd gazes of the pirates surrounding the table and tensely endured the remainder of her ‘blessing,’ daring not even to breathe a sigh of relief when the dark man returned the hem to her ankles.
“Are ye done?” Savage asked at last, and when the native had nodded his affirmation, the captain removed his hand from her mouth. Able to at last, she opened her mouth and released a bloodcurdling cry...
We're just going to abandon Anamaria here. It's not like it's HER crew sailing under Jack's command on the Pearl, or anything...
Ladbroc nodded, as did Quartetto, and the two latched onto Aveline and carried her over to the Black Pearl, enduring her screams of rebellion all the way. Once they had disappeared down the hatch, Jack finally set about overseeing the disposal of the Mary Alice’s crew, forcing Traven off the edge of the plank with his own cutlass. The task complete, he ordered the crew not to remove any of the provisions on board, for Anamaria would need them to begin her journeys, and bid them to return to the decks of the Pearl.
“Jack, wait!” Anamaria exclaimed, rushing to catch him before he swung back to his beloved ship. “How do you expect me to get the ship back to Tortuga to pick up my crew?”
Jack flashed her a gold and ivory grin, planting a supercilious fist against one flared hip. “Oughtta thought o’ that before ye rushed the job, love. I leave it to you, Captain Anamaria... whatever your name be.” That said, he latched onto the thick rope and swung gracefully across, landing catlike on the forecastle deck.
“Jack Sparrow, you rat!” Anamaria roared.
But the learned pirate merely removed his worn leather hat, tipping it to her with an histrionic bow. “My condolences, love.” With one finger, he pointed to the sky, or more accurately, the wind. “Have a care of the lee-latch, woman. Else you’ll lose ‘er.”
Before Anamaria could utter her foul response, the Pearl’s anchor had been hoisted and she began to drift ever-away from the Mary Alice, and ever-away from Captain Anamaria... whatever her name was.
... But it's still pretty weird.
TITLE: Lost Flower
AUTHOR: Quinn
NAME(S): Aveline Hartwell
AFFILIATION: British nobilty. French on every second Tuesday of the month.
HAIR COLOR: brown and blonde
EYE COLOR: green
SPECIAL POSESSIONS: A dagger. Her virginity. Ooo.
HISTORY: Was sold by her parents to the pirate Captain Savage. Yes, you heard me. Captain Savage. Captain Savage forced the young girl to undergo some weird, creepy ritual that made her some kind of magical virgin.
CONNECTIONS TO CHARACTERS: Unhappy with her lot in life, she sneaks aboard a ship that gets attacked by none other than the Black Pearl. Jack, deciding she is the key to his immortality, decides to keep her with plans of seducing her.
NOTES: This story is actually written very well, and is not a bad read. If not for the fact that the main girl is apparently going to hook up with Jack, I wouldn't have put it up. There are, after having read it all, a few points that really irk me - Anamaria is very quickly shoved out of the story, and there's Norrington bashing. Come now, kids, leave the man alone. Yeesh.
SAMPLE OF THE STORY:
Couldn't he have just waived a magic wand at her? I mean, really...
Callous hands held her wrists pinned at the small of her back, rearing her backward while pushing her forth. The pirate led her through a small maze of cabin corridors, toward the rear of the ship where resided Captain Savage. They reached the door to his quarters, and the pirate struck the sole of his shoe against it several times rather than releasing her to knock. The door opened, seemingly of its own accord, and she was ushered inside, her usher kicking the door closed behind them.
“Welcome, lass,” Captain Savage’s jagged voice greeted her, and her heart leapt into her throat at the sound. “Ye ready for yer blessin’?”
“Blessing?” she repeated meekly, her eyes shifting from the captain to the boatswain at his side.
“Aye, lass,” the bearded man responded with a gravelly chuckle, nodding to the boatswain in silent command as he did. She watched the second man cross the cabin to a dark corner, bend down, and hoist a dark-skinned man, bound and gagged, from the floor. She trembled at the very sight of him. He looked barbaric, primitive, the ivory teeth of some savage animal dangling from a hemp cord worn around his neck. His half-clothed body was covered with strange markings, red and white lines and circles against his brown skin, and various needles and rings penetrated the flesh of his face, neck, and ears. In all her life, she had never seen a man so frightening.
The boatswain untied the man and removed his gag while Savage held his pistol aimed at the dark man’s head. He handed the pistol to the boatswain and gestured to the man restraining her. “Lay ‘er out on the table.”
White horror blinded her as she was lifted and deposited atop a map on the captain’s navigation table. The rope that had been used to bind the dark man was then tied to each of her wrists and knotted beneath the table, effectively preventing her from movement of her arms. Her legs were held in place by the pirate, and Captain Savage held a large, cold, filthy hand over her mouth.
“Awright, mate,” Captain Savage instructed the dark man. “Bless the girl.”
She panted franticly against the sea captain’s hand, her eyes wide as the dark man with the markings began reciting a series of foreign chants. His eyes were angry, although they did not seem sympathetic, and she feared she should be equally as afraid of him as she was Savage. Reaching into a small leather pouch at his side, the dark man sprinkled some sort of herb or spice over her brow, then over her throat. Reaching into the pouch again, he removed a vial containing a red liquid, which he smeared on each of her cheeks before grabbing the hem of her skirt.
She shrieked against the captain’s palm as the dark man’s fingers grazed the bare flesh of her mound, that area which she herself had never dared licentiously touch in her nine years on earth. She tasted bile at the back of her throat as he continued applying the red liquid to the shelter of her virginity, and struggled not to vomit into the pirate captain’s hand as he clapped it harder over her mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut to avoid the lewd gazes of the pirates surrounding the table and tensely endured the remainder of her ‘blessing,’ daring not even to breathe a sigh of relief when the dark man returned the hem to her ankles.
“Are ye done?” Savage asked at last, and when the native had nodded his affirmation, the captain removed his hand from her mouth. Able to at last, she opened her mouth and released a bloodcurdling cry...
We're just going to abandon Anamaria here. It's not like it's HER crew sailing under Jack's command on the Pearl, or anything...
Ladbroc nodded, as did Quartetto, and the two latched onto Aveline and carried her over to the Black Pearl, enduring her screams of rebellion all the way. Once they had disappeared down the hatch, Jack finally set about overseeing the disposal of the Mary Alice’s crew, forcing Traven off the edge of the plank with his own cutlass. The task complete, he ordered the crew not to remove any of the provisions on board, for Anamaria would need them to begin her journeys, and bid them to return to the decks of the Pearl.
“Jack, wait!” Anamaria exclaimed, rushing to catch him before he swung back to his beloved ship. “How do you expect me to get the ship back to Tortuga to pick up my crew?”
Jack flashed her a gold and ivory grin, planting a supercilious fist against one flared hip. “Oughtta thought o’ that before ye rushed the job, love. I leave it to you, Captain Anamaria... whatever your name be.” That said, he latched onto the thick rope and swung gracefully across, landing catlike on the forecastle deck.
“Jack Sparrow, you rat!” Anamaria roared.
But the learned pirate merely removed his worn leather hat, tipping it to her with an histrionic bow. “My condolences, love.” With one finger, he pointed to the sky, or more accurately, the wind. “Have a care of the lee-latch, woman. Else you’ll lose ‘er.”
Before Anamaria could utter her foul response, the Pearl’s anchor had been hoisted and she began to drift ever-away from the Mary Alice, and ever-away from Captain Anamaria... whatever her name was.
