Riara in Morocco

By Millyboo92

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I may or may not continue with this story just as a warning lol wrote this while thinking that they filmed in... More

Chapter One: Part 1: The Prize of the Ocean
Chapter One Part 2
Chapter two: Beside the Chowan River
Chapter Two: Part 2
Chapter Three: Adventure: Part One
Chapter 3: Part 2
Chapter 4: Part Two
Chapter 5: Part One: The Last Of Blackbeard
Chapter 5: Part 2
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Chapter 6: Final Chapter
Additional Part: New beginnings
Additional Part 2: Confessions
Additional Part 3: Mergings
Anyone want me to write one part of a prediction for season 5? Update: It's Up!

Chapter 4: Part One

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By Millyboo92

Hey guys! New part! This is the best I could do, I will have a look tomorrow and probably fix somethings up? I actually didn't intend to make the last part happen so soon lol music I was listening to influenced me! The music I listen to hype me to write and they sometimes direct where my scenes may go at time lol Hope I did not rush into it. No smut. Anyways, next part may take a while again. Hope you guys enjoy!! xxxx
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He’d felt like he’d been falling through his dream. The memories whirl through his head, mostly  dark memories that haunt him… they come back to him as hot dissonant flashbacks-  crowds of people cluttered in narrow strips watching wounded sailors amble home, battles, cries and screams, sword fights, and floggings, and bloodshed- explosions, and gunfire, more floggings, destruction, the mayhem that surrounded it, and the graveyards of rotting corpses… Aiukli’s memory finds its way back into his head, into his dreams every night… her tribe had been a fierce group, as his own people, as those he’d battled too, but it is as if she alone in his dream could drive out the terror and mess that amassed in his head- all the collection of dark memories… she was like a source of light, steering through all the madness that stirred in his head… he sees her in his dreams, the vision of her as a spirit as she sat brilliantly on top of her horse, with a fearless heart, glooping alongside her tribe, and that memory was full of wonder and all that was needed to keep his veins pumping with life… 

A whirl of floating incense fills his senses, stirring an aroma to the tip of his nose, waking him from his bad dream. He’d woken in a pool of sweat, his linen shirt soaked. 

His head cracks as he shifts, blinking to the light that shone brightly through a narrow gap of canopy suspended over him. He strains his eyes open, and groans as he tries to sit up. Confused, he looks around, getting a better idea of where he was, making himself aware of what had been around him. He leans himself up on his strong arm, taking in his surroundings more… he’d begun to realize he must have passed out sometime after having visited Eden, and now wondered where his horse had gone, and how he’d somehow ended up here… laying in a pool of sweat in a small cocoon-like makeshift shelter made from twigs, branches and other dense foliage material that had made a cover for him. 

His head hurt, feeling excessively tight, and he rubs his eye vigorously with the palm of a hand, his head pounding intensely… then he’d felt the crunchy texture beneath his palm, like a chalky substance against his skin, realizing as he’d moved his hand away, and takes in a glimpse down at them, his face was covered in some kind of powdered form of paste. Not mud or dirt, but a strange smelling burgundy powder… a rush of thoughts begins to fill his mind. He wipes the powder from his face aggressively-

oh no- she can’t- put this kind of rubbish on him- use her potions on him?... not after she’d left him to die- his heart had bled, was obliterated and split in two-   

Pulling himself up too quickly, he winces, a sudden sharp pain radiates from his right leg, hindering him from moving, and keeps him still. Doing the best he can to ignore the grisly pain, he grits his teeth, and pulls up the length of his trouser to expose his right leg- it had a fleshy lacerated wound that had been covered in a thick coating of black powder- 

Teach grunts, agitated- really? she thinks she can smear weird stuff on him while he’d been passed out?... Beyond annoyed, he hurriedly pulls himself onto his feet, a fit of emotions taking coarse in his body and suddenly numbing out his pain, he ducks his head out from within the shelter, stepping out with a limp into the bright daylight. 

Where was she?... his gaze grazes the surrounding creek she’d brought him to, expecting to find her somewhere nearby.

His gaze sweeps over the area, passing over the mossy rocks and creek flowers and shrubs. The bright sunlight hits his eyes, blinding him at first, but rapidly they adjust. Shielding his eyes with a hand, his gaze comes across the woman he knew he’d find- further down along the creek, her feet gently submerged inside the slow flowing stream of water. She stood shin deep in water, with her back to him. 

She’d held a spear over her head, gazing down at the jewel-blue water that moved slowly beneath her. Her sashed tan dress rolled up above her knees and the excess material dangled between her exposed open honey colored thighs. Teach’s gaze grazes down to her bare skin, some other sensation running down his spine, melting away his frustration, and it fills and flows through his veins. He gazes on with fascination, his eyes come back down, becoming glued to her honeyed exposed contours of her thighs… her skin glistened in the sun, and he’d wished he could trail a hand along the expanse of smooth curves of her skin, explore his fingertips further up her thighs, explore all of her, to watch her as he’d made her feel good… he’d felt a rush of heat spill down to his lower region. He clears his mind, and watches on, aiming his focus to the way she moved to take his mind off other intruding thoughts. 

She wipes a hand over her brow, full of concentration onto whatever moved below her. She sends the spear into the water, and pulls it up, appearing unfazed on what she’d caught- a small white fish. It flicks wildly at the end of the sharp stick, and Aiukli touches a hand to it, calmly, her lips whisper something gently into the air as she closes her eyes. Teach could not tell what she’d said, but his brows dip with fascination. 

Teach’s gaze is only pulled away from her, when he hears the clanking sounds of metal clanging against wood, a wagon pulled by two men on horses, drawing his attention to look past the line of trees behind him and toward the sound. The wagon languidly rolls to a stop, the two men mounted on the horses having brought it to slow down. 

Teach can already sense a situation that could turn bad, and he heaves out an anticipative breath. He doesn’t fail to detect the way one of the men lasciviously watches Aiukli from a distance. The man dips his hat back to get a better look, and is the first to stop, before the second man does too. 

Aiukli’s gaze sweeps over, hearing the clang sounds and sensing the movement from within her periphery, her gaze simultaneously meeting the men, and then reaching Teach, as he stood by their shelter. Her brows furrow, fearless as it returns back to the men on their horses.  

“‘ello sweetheart- you all alone?” one of them calls out, his voice echoing through the space between them. Teach reaches down for his pistol, when he realizes she’d taken it off from his belt- 

“Damn it- woman-” he hisses to himself, shifting his weight away from his injured leg- 

“-what a fine young las you are… what ya doing all the way out ‘ere?”

Frustrated, Teach sweeps his gaze around to see if he could locate where she’d placed it before he’d step out. Limping out from behind the shelter, his eyes still darting around, quickly, to attempt to locate his gun one last time, when he lifts his gaze up to meet the pair on their horses with a wicked smile. The strange looks on their faces slowly melt away, realizing it’s not someone they’d expected, but Captain Teach… one of the fiercest pirates out there- known to all of North Carolina and most other states, or one could say, Blackbeard- the infamous pirate. They sit up straight on their horses, alert and attentive, their faces strained with concern. 

“Lucky for you I ‘aven’t got me gun…” Teach bellows out. “Now, if I’d ‘ad… now, lads… this woulda ended very different.. wouldn’t it, boys?..." his smirk grows darker. "I’d shot ya in tha head- blown it right off.” Teach admits in a gruff voice, motioning a hand like a gun, and pretending to take his shot- then offers the two a devilish grin. 

The first man huffs a nervous laugh. “Cap’ain Teach…” he looks around confused and taken aback. “Whatcha do out here, sir?” The man’s eyes scour te area, and then over Teach’s limp in his leg. He relaxes a slight bit, the fear in his eyes dwindling a little away. “Your crew says you be setting up further north… I assume you would be out at sea by now, sir-” 

“-your men a rowdy bunch, Cap’ain. They glorified your capture of those two French ships. They poured out their hearts drunkenly about all you do- all your captures and about your ventures. I heard it all with me own ears- I was there at the bar listening in to all their ramblings last night, you's were there too-” the second man bellows over the first, cutting him off, eyeing Teach with a much firmer look than the first. “-they be quite loud when they’re drunk- announcing freely ta everyone how you plan on takin’ up more ships in the north- and accumulate more loot from them merchant ships crossing over… they say, you be thinking of storing the loot you gain with your other mass of fortune somewhere out there… the legendary treasure people say you have buried somewhere here in the outerbanks region.” 

Teach fixes his sleeve, rolling it up calmly, collecting himself. It had certainly hit a nerve- he can't deny that... but he tries to contain all the heat spewing inside him. Teach had grown to getting good at concealing his emotions when he knew it had very much mattered. Biting down his impulses, a dark smile rolls over along his lips, coming up to meet the pair again. “I’d keep yar head out of me business… sounds like ya been hearin’ to much… what I’d be more concerned bout what could ‘appen out ‘ere if ya keep runnin’ yar mouth like that.” he smirks dangerously.

The first man's face tightens, gaze flickering back to Aiukli, and Teach tenses a little, still sensing the looks he continues to give her, and it makes him even more mad. The man opens his mouth, but before he can speak, Teach cuts in first before he could loose his mind-

“I wouldn’t be staring, boy-” he warns in a low gruff tone. 

“Never thought ya be one consortin’ wit’ savage women, sir.” he laughs. “So, ahhh she ahhh- sir- yours?-” 

“I am not.” Aiukli growls. “I am not anybodys to belong to-” Aiukli speaks up, her last words coming out strenuously to make her point. Before she could say another word, Teach moves forward, with a limp, to gain their attention back onto him. 

“She is- yes.” he conferes, boldly, and making it certain it be known to the two… so they’d stop driving him crazy- gazing on her lewdly… even if his claim had been false, he’d not flinch with his word or expression. Teach could feel the weight of her penetrating gaze, burning straight into his head. It made the air very thick and hostile, palpabile- he does not forget she has a spear. “She’s mine-” he continues, ignoring her, and clarifying it more to the men. “She’s mine- she special to me…” he continues in a grunt.  Feeling like he’d need to explain more with their confused faces twisting more as they continue to watch him… maybe he shouldn't of used the word special, when were mistresses, or a lady of pleasure every considered someone special?... not in his lifetime- he groans, rubbing the bridge of his nose- “She good company, ‘lright?- I means, she ahh keeps me ermm-” he attempts to rephrase his words carefully so he wouldn’t find her spear impaling him- “stressless, and she warms me at night-” he clears his throat, feeling her gaze heatedly intensify- 

“So you mean she’s you’re whore, Cap’ain?” the first man laughs. 

Teach bits the inside of his cheek, awkwardly, knowing Aiukli would find some way of giving him hell after this… he nods stiffly. He can hear her, treading through the shin deep water, splashing through it, toward him… and 'ere it comes- he prepares himself-   

The second man responds with a chuckle. 

“Looks like she be more than that to you, Cap’ain.” He says, gesturing a hand for him to observe his temple.   

Teach’s brows crinkles, confusion spreads over his face, and he touches a hand to his temple, forgotten about the chalky substance on his face. The men start to move, manervouring their horses to slowly leave. 

Teach watches them until they are out of sight, when he feels Aiukli storm past him. He quickly catches her by the elbow before she makes it any further. 

“Ya know- I know it- they be thinkin’ of harmin’ you- Aiukli-” he rasps-

“I never expect you agree with them-” she spits back. “I have looked after myself alone in woods for long time- I capable- and I only try help you-”

“Whatcha mean-” he says slightly irritatedly, and confused, shaking his head harshly. “Yar mean this?” he gestures to his temple. “Ya put yar witch magic on me- an’ calls that help?... I’s help you from those two vile men- their’s intentions was bad, ya knows it- I’m a man, and I stepped in- I  just want ta help ya- da least ya can do is say thank you!-”

“I defend myself many times!” 

“Yar can’t defend from those two men!- they be bigger than you!” he snaps. “Yar can’t be serious- this be absolute maddness.” he huffs out angered, annoyed, and with disbelief. He turns back to her with a look of determination- “Ya can’t be wonderin’ out ‘ere on yar own-” he ignores her, trying to pick her up and pull her over his shoulder, his leg making it incredibly difficult to keep himself standing up- “I’s should take ya back home wit me-”

She pulls back, then knees him in the crotch. He wheezes, hunching over and gradually lets her go. 

“I go nowhere.” she spits back. “I fine on my own.” she spits to his side, watching him fiercely.

She turns away from him and wanders back into the shelter as he's almost on the ground, trying to collect himself from the pain, she comes out again with a few items she’d use to set up a fire. He watches her on quietly as he waits for the pain to subside… after a couple of minutes, he eventually hobbles over and settles down quietly across from her as she begins to cook what she’d caught. He can tell she's still seething, so he tries to calm some tension between them. 

“Yar right…” he eventually grudging admits. “...maybe I could ahh try ta understand…” he clears his throat, pushing himself on- “start ta understand errr how ya heal and use your magic powders…” her gaze remains on the fire, but he could see the fleeting flicker of her gaze move over toward him quickly. “Maybe I was wrong… If it’s not ta late, I’d like ta see what ya can do… maybe heal me leg.” 

He waits for her response. Eventually her gaze lifts up to a disheveled looking Teach who’d ruffled up his hair between his hands as he’d waited. “Not too late.” she simply replies, and nods.  

    

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He should have let JJ just take the damn bike- Rafe thinks to himself, furiously, throwing away the keys out into the distance, somewhere into some nearby shrubs. He was too angered to care. 

Why hadn’t he made up a better plan? Why hadn’t he thought ahead- the man had left his bike unattended because it was useless… and now he’d lost them. Who knows where Kie could be by now?! 

He growls as his thoughts continue to weigh him down. He was infuriated.. with the whole situation he’d felt helpless in. He'd moved down the lonesome road lined with gravely silent buildings and abandoned shops slotted closely together, barely a person in sight. He would have been better off just taking Farrass’ bike. Why hadn’t the thought occurred to him earlier? Gone back and took Farras’s fiercebike- the bike with a tank full of gas- sturdy, reliable- a bike that wouldn’t have stopped functioning after a matter of minutes.   

He would have had no issues getting Kie back- and would have most likely rescued her by now. And who knows what she’s going through- fuck- it was messing up his mind- he wants to smash his fist into something hard-  he paces, having to contain his anger- he stalks over to the bike knocking it over onto the sidewalk with the force of his foot, sending it screeching along the pavement. He heaves angrily, and tries controlling his anger and breath.

He’d been stuck- out here with no gas, no bike, no freakin’ idea of how to get Kiara back… he’d felt hopeless. He rubs a hand over his scalp, furiously stressed. Shit, how could this get this bad? What the hell had that man even wanted with Kiara anyway? And how could Rafe let the dumbass guy drive off- let him get away? How could he let this stupid shit get any fucking worse? He’d warned the pogues their stupid games would end them in situations like this.

The sun slunk low over the fiery rose horizon, dusty shades of tangerine melt in with fiery colors that cover the already darkening sphere, and flocks of birds lift off, glided through the dusk air in a picturesque scene. 

Rafe kicks a small pebble beneath his feet as he’d continue to wander down the road. He followed the same route he’d last seen the car disappear down. He rubs a hand over his buzzcut, then down his face, continuing his quiet amble, lost in his own maze of thoughts. Raking through his brain, he’d thought of what he could do, about what were the options… the only way he could get Kiara back now is if he could find out who the man was… where he lived, where he was holding her captive- if there was something he wanted in return to get her back… But of course, there was barely a soul around to ask, so his only other option was the pogues… He’d hoped they’d headed this way- and eventually run into him, and then he would offer his help… and make them take it. He could start by pointing the pogues in the right direction... he huffs incredulously on the concept that that was the only thing he could give them for now…

He kept walking, not knowing where the road would lead- and not waiting to see if the pogues would turn up. Chances are, he’d be better off looking for Kiara on his own. He knew they’d give JJ another chance to screw up and listen to his ideas, and let him come up with some other idiotic plan that would land them into even more of a heapful load of trouble, he thinks furiously to himself. 

Rafe kept walking until he’d  eventually come across a bar filled with some rowdy men- the only signs of life in this small town it seemed, that is, away from within the city’s center. They’d been laughing cheerfully, smoking and drinking spirits as they conversed loudly. 

“What’s got you in a good mood, brother?” one of them says to another. “You finally found the treasure you’d been after, Malik? If you found that pot of gold, brother- you're paying for our drinks tonight my friend!” the man bellows out a deep laugh, followed by a few others around him. 

Rafe’s gaze casually drifts up, curiously darting around and then toward where the men sat together. He stops, and eyes widen, realizing that man the other had been talking to was the big guy he’d seen earlier on- the one that had taken Kiara and flung her over his shoulder and tossed into his car… Rafe’s lips curl tightly trying to contain his impulse to smash that man’s face in. “Not yet, but we are getting close. When we do find it- it won’t be hard for you to believe it was all true, right?” Malik replies in his coarse voice. 

Rafe slyly looks over at the men, realizing he’d need to keep his emotions in check if he’d want Kiara back safely. Emotions shoot through him, the turmoil of emotions swelling in his chest, mixed with adrenaline, and it made it hard for him to keep still, but he bites down those impulses, focusing his attention of Kie and getting her back, keeping himself level-headed, masking his energy. 

Rafe takes a quick look around, as he walks over to the bar, attempting to locate the man's car, or Kiara, if she had maybe been around or nearby… as he'd thought, he finds neither. Rafe pastes on a smile, walking over to the counter, ordering himself a drink, and taking a seat behind the men. He keeps an ear strained into their conversation, taking in every word. Within minutes, he’d gathered enough information he needed. Rafe pays for his beer, and hops out of the bar, lucky enough to find a taxi. He gives the driver an address… and hopes it would lead him straight to the address the man mentioned- hoping that it would be where he was keeping Kiara.  

Within fifteen minutes, he’d arrived, outside of town, where a lone gated house was situated. He hops out, watching the driver drive off, before moving over toward the metal gated fence. It had been locked from within, with a robust lock. 

“Fuck-” he complains aloud, looking around for something sharp he could use on the lock. When he can’t find anything that would do, he decides to try and climb over the towering frame, pulling himself with the exertion of his strong arms, grunting as his muscles strain to pull himself over in one go, he lands onto the ground with a hard thud. 

He’d broken through, and now began to make his way through the front yard, until he’d reached the wall of the semi-large terracotta mud brick house. He’d followed the wall, sticking to the dusty surface, until he’d come to a corner, and as he’s about to turn the corner, he notices a woman stepping out onto the courtyard. She’d held a cellphone to her ear, billowing smoke from her mouth, dangling a cigarette between her fingers as she spoke into the phone to the person on the other side of the line.. and, Rafe notices, she’d left the back door ajar. As soon as she’d been a few paces away from the door, her back turned to Rafe, he takes the moment to creep past her and sneak through the open gap of the door and disappear inside. 

He drops to the ground, keeping away from the window, and looks around in the dim light for movement of others inside. 

He wipes a hand over the sweat formed on his brow, his heart pounding hard in his chest, before he moves on, proceeding now to look for Kie. He wanders through a passageway connected to the front room, wondering where she may have been kept inside this strange place... memories of being held at Singh's suddenly flash back and he swallows down the feelings that crept through him, pricking at his insides.  

Moving through the darkened hall, his eyes latch onto the first door he sees, and by chance, as he slides it gently open, he’d already caught sight of her sneakers as he peers through the small gap. 

Staying as low as he possibly could, he moves through the room, closing the door gently and silently behind him. His eyes move over Kiara. His heart picks up in a way he’s unsure he’ll be able to control … relief, heart-ache, anger- swell in him all at once. Her arms were bound behind her back, her mouth wrapped with a cloth and her eyes covered with the same material. He moves over to her carefully- his breath suddenly hitched in his lungs, trying to control the fierce pounding of his heart so she won’t pick up he'd been anxious too. He was sure Kiara could hear the drumming in his chest, it felt loud enough to deafen his own ears. He gently pulls down the cover from her eyes, and her eyes instantly latch onto him with a panic-stricken expression… then there is a sudden change, becoming overwhelmed with emotions. A slow smile rolls against his lips, in a way of reassuring her. Kie leans forward, trying to lean into him, and Rafe takes her hint, pulling her into his arms and holds her as he reaches for the bounds behind her back, that confined her wrists.

“Your gonna be ok, alright?” he says, breathy, his warm air jerkingly puffs against her cheek as he undoes the ties against her wrists.  

Next, he pulls away slightly to take off the material wrapped around her mouth so she could breathe easier and finally talk. Her eyes glitter softly over him, watching him as he carefully undoes the ties without pulling at her hair, his face an inch away as he undoes the knots that had mingled and tangled into clumps of hair. He gently unties the knot, keeping his eyes locked to hers… her eyes well with new emotions, lighting up her brown eyes, the tears overwhelm her eyes, twinkling speckles of light like stars strewn across a galaxy that Rafe nearly freezes on. As soon as he takes the material off, her breath mingles with his, flooding his insides with her scent, her breath mingling with every fiber in his body, flooding his thoughts, his veins, his system, making his heart hammer against his chest… he lifts a hand to caress her cheek gently, nestling his thumb behind her ear, and she gazes back into his eyes in ways he’d never thought she would. 

He inches forward, his breathing growing heavier as his face nears, hovered just above hers, his nose gently brushes down her own. He is surprised when Kie tips her face up to see if her lips could meet his, her face coming up so close he could practically taste her lips as he inhales her scent in. He tenderly brushes his nose over hers, brushing it along her cheek, and along her neck, then into her hair. “What mmm… are we doing mmm, Kie?” his breath warms her neck, and his voice hums sensually against her skin. Kie feels her breath hitch, and she clasps his face with both hands, brings his mouth to cover hers, pressing his soft lips with her own, letting them meet and melt into each other… she lets her world fall away. “Kie?” he breaths into her mouth, as he continues to kiss her back. When her response buzzes through his insides, it sets every nerve alight in his body, he turns the kiss into something more ardent, sliding an arm around her waist pulling her hip to his, until she’s practically sitting on top of him, kissing her back hungrily. He runs his other hand into hair, gripping the back of her neck, moving his fingertips tenderly along her scalp in a way that makes her feel weak in every part of her body. She runs her hand over his chest, lowering down his abdomen-

A sudden voice bellows out from within the front room- the room he’d just left and come from earlier, snapping Rafe and Kie out from their kiss. Rafe’s eyes whips over to the door, narrowing onto it. 

“Oh- shit…” he pants heavily, darting his gaze around, then his eyes come back to Kie. 

“W-what are w-we gonna-” Kie whispers, unable to complete her words- panic suddening coming back into her features.

His blue eyes sharpen onto the window, thinking of ways he could silently pry it open. “I don’t know- but we got to go- right now.” Rafe urgently tugs at her arm for her to hurriedly get to her feet, Kie giving him a sharp look that told him not to- her knees had still felt weak from sitting in the same position for hours. Rafe's eyes scour the area for some place they could possibly hide if it had been too late… when the door creaks with an eerily air as it opens…  








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