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The Disturbance	By : sylvanelfqueen Category: Individual Celebrities > Orlando Bloom Views: 1438 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know Orlando Bloom. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Five- Tempest Soul

It was cool and soft as he took another step forward, feeling it squish up between his toes as the water receded. Taking a deep breath, he reveled in the salty air as it whipped around him, billowing his loose shirt and shorts around him. Dark curls weighed down by the salty air, danced and fluttered playfully around his face and shoulders like butterflies in the spring. Brown eyes closed and a pale pace turned skywards to better feel the spray of the ocean as another wave rolled in.

He allowed himself to sink into the sand, totally immersing himself in the feeling of complete submission. He willed the waves, the wind, the sand to do with him as they will. It was something he had come to love back in New Zealand when times were simpler. On days when his back was too sore to surf, he would stand at the water’s edge and sink. Now though, it wasn’t quite the same.

Looking up at the starry night sky, Orlando tried to force his mind to clear of all the day’s stress. He wanted the beauty of the Caribbean night to wash over him, steal him away for a while before he went back to his hectic schedule. Jerry had announced that they would be picking up filming tomorrow on account that the hurricane had passed them by. ‘Go figure’ Orlando thought as he took another step out into the water breaking the sand’s hold on him.

As another wave crashed up on his feet, he was suddenly overcome with the urge to run. Run out into the waves, never looking back as they carried him off to places unknown. Run out and let them control him, let their untamable fury and gentle peacefulness bleed into him to still the raging storm within him. It was an itch that jolted from his heart and sung throughout his body before settling in his legs, making him feel even more restless than he had before.

He should have been happy and content. Viggo was here now and everything should have been all right. But it wasn’t. Filming had been hectic and more demanding than any of his other roles as it centered around his character this time, not Johnny. He just couldn’t handle all the pressure; he had known he was crumbling each and every day. He had been aware of the concerned gazes and the whispers behind his back, but he had been stubborn, wanting to prove to everyone he wasn’t a young kid anymore. He wanted so badly to be able to handle it all; it just wasn’t happening though.

Part of him always felt bad every time he yelled and argued with Johnny or Zoë, Keira or Geoffrey, and even Naomie and Jerry when they had gotten involved. They were his friends and wanted to help, but his pride got in the way. He thought having his lover by his side would help the situation, but as of yet, it hadn’t. Maybe he just needed a break from filming. He needed his upcoming vacation more than he realized.

As the sorrow and anger he felt came boiling up inside again, clouds began to gather on the horizon. Pale blue and angry looking, suffocating the velvety black glittering with diamonds. An otherworldly anger swelled in him, the winds picking up, the waves crashing harder at his feet as their height rose despite the unnatural time.

He threw his hands up in the air and fisted them in his hands as he tried to rein in his temper. It wouldn’t do to go back to his lover raging, but couldn’t help the gratifying feeling of the sudden stinging rain as it fell from the sky. The first few clouds were rolling in, drenching the sand. Orlando just threw his arms out to the sides and reveled in its cleansing power.

Another wave crashed near his feet, spraying his face and chest with the suddenly cold water. Shivers once again racked his body as he backpedaled out of the roiling sea. But the chill seemed to follow him, having settled in his legs with the urge to run. Its frosty fingers caressed his skin like a forbidden lover’s touch, tempting and inviting but dangerous and unwelcomed.

Images from the previous night flashed before his eyes like a movie. Darkness. Blood. Ice. He could feel himself being pulled down, further and further as the artic tendrils climbed higher. The weight of water was crushing down on him, pressing the air out of his lungs and the fight out of his soul. He tried to get away, tried to pull them off his legs and swim out of the sudden ocean surrounding him, but he just fell further.

With a soft thud, Orlando landed on his butt in the sand, his arms going out behind his back to catch himself. He sat stunned for a moment, trying to figure out what had just happened but when the chill started to crept up again, he shuffled back a few feet before he jumped to his feet and ran back towards the hotel, a storm still raging in his soul as it raged on the horizon.

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“Did you see that storm last night? It was fascinating! Don’t know where it came from, just seemed to come out of no where!”

The talk around set today was about the hurricane’s mysterious path change and the pop up storm that raged the previous night. Orlando just silently glared at his reflection as the make-up girls chatted over his head. After the episode at the beach last night, Orlando had gone back to find Viggo still asleep on the couch. He had vowed to try his best to work through today and the next few days without his temper, a promise made while drifting into slumber wrapped in his lover’s arms listening to the dying storm.

Such promises have a great out look then, but aren’t always so bright and shiny in the morning light. His wake-up call came at quarter after four, way to early in his book. He grumbled and stumbled into the shower, hoping that Viggo would join him, but his wish went ungranted. Breakfast had been rushed as Jerry whisked him away, giving him today’s script changes and shipping him off to wardrobe with nothing more than a cup of coffee and an apple.

Johnny came in then, smiling and flirting shamelessly with the girls as he took his seat next to Orlando. “Morning! How’d you enjoy our short break?” If Johnny had been expecting a reply, he was sorely disappointed as Orlando just stood up from the chair and stalked away, script clenched tightly in hand.

He regretted his actions once he was outside and couldn’t think for the life of him why he had been so angry at the harmless morning chatter. Writing it off as a lack of sleep and food, Orlando headed back to the breakfast tent and grabbed another coffee and a muffin. The area was too crowded though and he decided to seek solitude else where before they began shooting.

Climbing aboard the ship’s deck they had on land, Orlando took a seat on the stairs leading to the quarterdeck and flipped through the pages. He was glad to note that most of the line changes had been for the other character, only a few for him. Smiling at that thought, Orlando worked through the scenes numerous times before the crew started to filter on to set up equipment.

Spying Johnny not too far away, Orlando down the rest of his breakfast and headed over to the older man. Much to his surprise, the older man turned to him and smiled warmly and clapped him on the shoulder, unaware of the gash. Orlando winced slightly, but quickly covered it up by ducking his head in shame.

“I’m sorry, Johnny. For the past few weeks. I shouldn’t have snapped at you; you were just trying to help.” Orlando looked up sheepishly and met the older man’s warm gaze, feeling his heart lift slightly.

“No problem. Just lookin’ out for ya. Let’s just get through today, then maybe you and Viggo can come over to my room for dinner. I still have that wine . . .” There was sparkle of mischief in the dark depths that made Orlando laugh out loud.

“We’ll see if you can be trusted.” Orlando flashed him an amused grin as he walked over to finish putting on his costume and last minute make-up. Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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“Barbossa! You lying bastard!” Will’s sword quickly found itself resting upon the older pirate’s neck, the fingers holding it were itching to draw blood and end a life. “You swore to take us there and get us back!”

“Ah! But you failed to specify the amount of time it should take. I think we have time for a pit stop, what say ye?” Barbossa, unfazed by the threat, stepped away from the wheel and took a step closer to the younger man. Will didn’t budge from his place, a wrinkle creasing his brow in frustration and anger. Barbossa was forced to stop his advance when the blade broke his skin letting a small trail of blood run down his neck.

Will sidestepped around the pirate, keeping his eyes trained on the other man’s hands. His blade slid around to the back of Barbossa’s neck and urged him to walk towards the bow of the ship. There was no one else on deck but Will kept a sharp ear out anyway. It wouldn’t do to have someone mess up his plan now; he had come to far.

Once Barbossa was flush against the railing, Will’s hand moved towards the man’s pistol. He wasn’t prepared, however, for the pirate to spin around with his sword in hand. Will, knocked off balance, tumbled to the deck, his sword clattering out of reach. . .

“CUT!” The call came out, but Orlando just groaned, not even bothering to pull himself up yet. He was so tired to falling to the deck, so tired of holding his sword at the other man’s neck, and he was just plain tired. The thump of feet upon the wooden deck echoed in his ears, but only one set ventured near him.

Squinting against the bright sun, Orlando saw Johnny standing above him, arm reaching down in invitation. He reached up and grasped the older man’s hand, letting himself be hauled into a sitting position. A quick nod of thanks was all he had the energy for at the moment as he slid back against the wall.

“That was some good fallin’ today, kid. Couldn’t have done it better myself.” Johnny grinned over at Orlando, but it faded slightly at the exhaustion and tension evident there. “You okay? You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?”

It hadn’t escaped Johnny’s notice that Orlando had been holding his shoulder differently, almost closer to his body. And when he had the sword raised, it wasn’t always as high as it should have been and there was a barely detectable quiver to it. It also didn’t help that the kid had been constantly falling on it all morning as they shot and re-shot the scene over and over again.

“Just sore, I’m fine.” Orlando gingerly stretched his shoulder and yawned. “Man, I’m done in already! Must be getting old or something.” Orlando had been trying his best to smile and laugh, to be bright and shiny, to be normal. Though, it wasn’t hard with Johnny, when he would flash one of those heart breaking smiles revealing Jack’s gold teeth.

“Or something would be my guess.” Johnny gazed out over the set, then back over to the younger man. “It’s almost time to break for lunch. You got plans?”

“Yeah, Vig’s taking me out for lunch.” Orlando shivered at the sudden chill that swept through his body. His shoulder flared with pain for an instant and his palms were suddenly sticky. He glanced down to see blood seeping out of the healing cuts. “Shit” he muttered as he clenched his fists.

“What? You okay?” Johnny stood up following Orlando as he quickly made his way off set. “What’s going on Orlando?”

“Nothing, I’ll be fine. Just tell Jerry I wasn’t feeling well. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, Orlando disappeared around the corner towards the make-up trailers. Johnny just stood in confusion for a moment, staring after the young man before turning back around. He would need to talk to Viggo later. Something was going on and Orlando definitely wasn’t okay.
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