A Pleasant Holliday?
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
5,888
Reviews:
61
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 13 - The Only Safe Alternative
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.
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink! 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 13 – The Only Safe Alternative
Jack hastened to put the rest of his clothes on, then climbed out the window and down the cliff like his namesake, Barbossa’s monkey. He found a carriage going into town and hopped on the back, staying quiet till he hopped off. He proceeded to the docks, and climbed onto the Black Pearl by one of the mooring cables her to the dock. From there, he moved quietly, avoiding the crew on guard duty, and snuck into his cabin, where he took a small bottle of oil, a bag, and a dagger. He slipped out and into another cabin, moving into it silent as a shade. The cabin was dark, but he knew where he was going; he’d been here enough times that he could technically call it his own. He paused with his dagger at the bunk, then quickly slipped the dagger beneath the chin of the inhabitant, his other arm around the throat. “Anamaria, love. Lay quiet. It’s me.”
At first the figure tried to fight, then relaxed. “Aye, it is you, ye scoundrel. So ye’re back, eh?”
He released her. “No, love. Not yet.” He turned up the lamp that had been set at minimum burn. She looked at him and gasped. “It’s not as bad as it seems love.”
She took a small bunch of hair in her hand. “What did they do to you?”
“That son of a sea slug sold me into slavery love. Shaved me good and proper, too.”
Anamaria’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sure that I can tell ye the rest then. I know ye’ll be no man’s slave.”
“Aye. They beat me nigh unto death when Commodore Norrington found me.”
“Then what Will said when he came for some of your things was all true?”
“Yes, love. Commodore Norrington presently owns me. He nursed me back to health for over two months before he had the Pearl found. Will is back in the Commodore’s Quarters. There was a bit of a scuffle, and Will took the brunt of it.” Anamaria opened her mouth to speak, but Jack stopped her, putting a finger to her lips. “He’s fine, but I want to keep him there for a couple of days or this crew’ll skewer me for lettin’ it happen.”
“As will I! He’d better be fine, or I’ll sack this city so fast they’ll KNOW they did somethin’ wrong.”
“Tha’s me girl, love. But don’t worry. He’s fine. Really. Anyways, I need to get back before the Commodore gets ‘imself free of what I bound ‘im with. I’m not really supposed to go on walks by me onesies, but I wanted t’let ye know we were fine. Ta, love.” He walked out, closing the door carefully on his way.
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TBC
A/N: Hey the REVIEW button is the one on the LEFT...
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.
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink! 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 13 – The Only Safe Alternative
Jack hastened to put the rest of his clothes on, then climbed out the window and down the cliff like his namesake, Barbossa’s monkey. He found a carriage going into town and hopped on the back, staying quiet till he hopped off. He proceeded to the docks, and climbed onto the Black Pearl by one of the mooring cables her to the dock. From there, he moved quietly, avoiding the crew on guard duty, and snuck into his cabin, where he took a small bottle of oil, a bag, and a dagger. He slipped out and into another cabin, moving into it silent as a shade. The cabin was dark, but he knew where he was going; he’d been here enough times that he could technically call it his own. He paused with his dagger at the bunk, then quickly slipped the dagger beneath the chin of the inhabitant, his other arm around the throat. “Anamaria, love. Lay quiet. It’s me.”
At first the figure tried to fight, then relaxed. “Aye, it is you, ye scoundrel. So ye’re back, eh?”
He released her. “No, love. Not yet.” He turned up the lamp that had been set at minimum burn. She looked at him and gasped. “It’s not as bad as it seems love.”
She took a small bunch of hair in her hand. “What did they do to you?”
“That son of a sea slug sold me into slavery love. Shaved me good and proper, too.”
Anamaria’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sure that I can tell ye the rest then. I know ye’ll be no man’s slave.”
“Aye. They beat me nigh unto death when Commodore Norrington found me.”
“Then what Will said when he came for some of your things was all true?”
“Yes, love. Commodore Norrington presently owns me. He nursed me back to health for over two months before he had the Pearl found. Will is back in the Commodore’s Quarters. There was a bit of a scuffle, and Will took the brunt of it.” Anamaria opened her mouth to speak, but Jack stopped her, putting a finger to her lips. “He’s fine, but I want to keep him there for a couple of days or this crew’ll skewer me for lettin’ it happen.”
“As will I! He’d better be fine, or I’ll sack this city so fast they’ll KNOW they did somethin’ wrong.”
“Tha’s me girl, love. But don’t worry. He’s fine. Really. Anyways, I need to get back before the Commodore gets ‘imself free of what I bound ‘im with. I’m not really supposed to go on walks by me onesies, but I wanted t’let ye know we were fine. Ta, love.” He walked out, closing the door carefully on his way.
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TBC
A/N: Hey the REVIEW button is the one on the LEFT...