A Pleasant Holliday?
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
5,878
Reviews:
61
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 1 - A Pleasant Holliday?
A Pleasant Holiday – by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, Elizabeth/Anamaria (implied).
NC-17
Copyright: Characters, not mine, see the mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / and * are used for thoughts. * is used for COMMODORE Norrington exclusively, and / is used for the softer James Norrington and for everyone else. Don’t ask…just read and you’ll understand.
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Other than that, no problem, just tell me the URL.
Now Nominated for THREE Perfect Bloom Awards!!! Go visit awards.perfect-bloom.com for details!
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!
Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.
NOTE: I'm a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! I have a pet muse and a pet demon, so if you don’t review I’ll sick my demon on you…
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Chapter 1 – A Pleasant Holiday?
The pole next to him started to move. /Ah, fishing!/ James Norrington rolled over to his other side, leaving the book he was reading open on the picnic blanket, to take up the pole and pull in the fish. The pole wasn’t a standard fishing pole; just a long stick with a string and hook, but it was sheer heaven to be able to relax without His Majesty’s navy intruding upon him. The fish didn’t put up too much of a fight. He didn’t expect it to, as the fish in this lake didn’t get very big. He pulled it out, looked at it, unhooked it, and threw it back. Then he re-baited the hook and dropped it back in, rolling back over to his book.
Ah, if anyone at the fort caught him reading poetry, he would be a laughing stock. But it would be even worse if they knew he WROTE poetry!
He read, dozed, and fished through the day, finally getting up at almost dinner time. He picked up his homemade fishing pole, the picnic blanket, and his book, and walked back toward town. Vacations were long in coming in His Majesty’s navy, and James had three more days to his, and was NOT going to go back early.
He reached the inn only a few minutes later, and noticed that there was a commotion in the slave yard across the way. He knew that the auction had occurred much earlier that day, and wondered why anything would be going on in there now. His military instincts coming into play, he walked over to investigate.
The slavers had a man chained to a whipping post with his hands high over his head. In fact, James was certain that, had he not been held up by the chains, he would have been a crumpled heap. His head was shaved and his back was a bloody mess; it looked like he had been beaten almost to death several times. He was wearing tattered and faded blue breeches and nothing else, as was wont for slaves, though the color of the breeches made him wonder if perhaps he may have originally been a navy man. He was barely breathing, and did not even look conscious. James walked forward to find out what was going on, looking the slave up and down again, when he saw something that made his blood run cold: A tattoo on the man’s right arm, just below the elbow: A sparrow in flight. They were beating Jack Sparrow to death.
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TBC
A/N: Did you know that the *ONLY* payment that fanfiction writers ever see is the review that someone gives their work? While it would be great to get paid for this, it's a labor of love...and it gives a writer warm fuzzies to go on when someone appreciates (or hates) their work enough to comment on it. I *LOVE* warm fuzzies...Now please feed the plot bunnies by hitting the "REVIEW" button!!!
Pirates of the Caribbean – Slash: Norrington/Jack, Will/Norrington/Jack, Will/Jack, Elizabeth/Anamaria (implied).
NC-17
Copyright: Characters, not mine, see the mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / and * are used for thoughts. * is used for COMMODORE Norrington exclusively, and / is used for the softer James Norrington and for everyone else. Don’t ask…just read and you’ll understand.
Archive: adult-fanfiction.org. Other than that, no problem, just tell me the URL.
Now Nominated for THREE Perfect Bloom Awards!!! Go visit awards.perfect-bloom.com for details!
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink and her magnificent Jackal! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble BetaGoddess!
Summary: Commodore Norrington is on holiday, and finds that Jack Sparrow has gotten himself in trouble again. Torture, Violence, Lemon, Slash, Angst.
NOTE: I'm a Review Whore and a Fire Eater, so bring on the reviews and flames! I have a pet muse and a pet demon, so if you don’t review I’ll sick my demon on you…
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Chapter 1 – A Pleasant Holiday?
The pole next to him started to move. /Ah, fishing!/ James Norrington rolled over to his other side, leaving the book he was reading open on the picnic blanket, to take up the pole and pull in the fish. The pole wasn’t a standard fishing pole; just a long stick with a string and hook, but it was sheer heaven to be able to relax without His Majesty’s navy intruding upon him. The fish didn’t put up too much of a fight. He didn’t expect it to, as the fish in this lake didn’t get very big. He pulled it out, looked at it, unhooked it, and threw it back. Then he re-baited the hook and dropped it back in, rolling back over to his book.
Ah, if anyone at the fort caught him reading poetry, he would be a laughing stock. But it would be even worse if they knew he WROTE poetry!
He read, dozed, and fished through the day, finally getting up at almost dinner time. He picked up his homemade fishing pole, the picnic blanket, and his book, and walked back toward town. Vacations were long in coming in His Majesty’s navy, and James had three more days to his, and was NOT going to go back early.
He reached the inn only a few minutes later, and noticed that there was a commotion in the slave yard across the way. He knew that the auction had occurred much earlier that day, and wondered why anything would be going on in there now. His military instincts coming into play, he walked over to investigate.
The slavers had a man chained to a whipping post with his hands high over his head. In fact, James was certain that, had he not been held up by the chains, he would have been a crumpled heap. His head was shaved and his back was a bloody mess; it looked like he had been beaten almost to death several times. He was wearing tattered and faded blue breeches and nothing else, as was wont for slaves, though the color of the breeches made him wonder if perhaps he may have originally been a navy man. He was barely breathing, and did not even look conscious. James walked forward to find out what was going on, looking the slave up and down again, when he saw something that made his blood run cold: A tattoo on the man’s right arm, just below the elbow: A sparrow in flight. They were beating Jack Sparrow to death.
* - * - *
TBC
A/N: Did you know that the *ONLY* payment that fanfiction writers ever see is the review that someone gives their work? While it would be great to get paid for this, it's a labor of love...and it gives a writer warm fuzzies to go on when someone appreciates (or hates) their work enough to comment on it. I *LOVE* warm fuzzies...Now please feed the plot bunnies by hitting the "REVIEW" button!!!