A Pleasant Holliday?
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
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Adult ++
Chapters:
26
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5,890
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61
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Chapter 15 - A Night on the Town...
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 15 – A Night on the Town...
James woke suddenly. He couldn’t figure out how, but he did seem to be completely unfettered. No, that wasn’t quite right either. There was a soft, warm body wrapped around him, head on his shoulder, curly hair tickling his nose. He wondered why he woke up. He remembered hearing something…maybe? Yes, that was it. There was a noise from the parlor. He raised his head slightly, trying not to wake the lad that was curled around him. He looked down at Will, who was sleeping. He saw no sign of Jack. This worried him, though he was fairly sure that he had heard something from the direction of the parlor.
A loud knock at the door made him sit up quickly, dumping Will, who woke up, whipping a dagger from beneath his pillow and looking around wildly. James looked at him. “You won’t need that. It’s the door. I’ll get it.” He managed to completely disentangle himself from the bed and the boy, and walked through the parlor to the door, looking around and putting his jacket on on his way. Jack was suspiciously missing.
Knocking on the door again, louder this time. A muffled voice accompanied it. “Commodore! Please open the door!” He sighed, and opened the door. Gillette stood there, looking apologetic. “Sir, the men captured Sparrow down near the docks, drunk.”
“And where is he, Captain?” James looked tired.
“In the gaol, Commodore. He severely injured half a dozen of the guard before they finally subdued him. When they got him to the cell, he came to and started thrashing again. They shoved him in and shut the door. They didn’t dare get near him enough to take the chains off of him. He isn’t himself, sir. He doesn’t speak or yell. It’s more like an animal growl, sir. Could you please come down and claim your property? Nobody can control him.”
James suddenly looked very alert. “I shall be down in only a moment.” He ran to his clothes and pulled them all on. He quickly told Will that he’d be right back, and to go back to sleep.
“Just bring him back safe, Commodore. My ears are quite good, and Captain Gillette was too anxious to try to keep his voice down. Bring Jack back safe.”
“I will.” James ran out of his quarters and down the hall to the stairs next to his office. He took the staircase two at a time, not even pausing to return salutes that were flashed his way as he sped by surprised soldiers. He reached the bottom, and raced down the halls to the gaol, stopping at the guardroom to have them open the heavy door leading to the cells. He could hear chains thrashing, growls of rage and screams of agony from beyond the door. He took the key to Jack’s cell and raced in as soon as the door was opened for him.
The sounds from the cell washed over him like boiling oil. They were so intense that he was almost sick from it. He moved quickly to Jack’s cell, but was held back by two guards from opening it. He looked at Jack.
Jack’s eyes were completely feral, no sign of human intelligence in them. There was blood all over his arms from trying to free himself from the manacles. His head was bloody, but whether from actual wounds or from holding his head in his bloody hands was unknown. He was alternately biting and clawing at one manacle or another, and pounding the manacles on the back wall of his cell, marking it with his blood. This was not a view of Jack Sparrow that James had ever seen. It made him think that maybe the pirate WAS actually insane, and not merely acting that way to throw those around him off-balance.
James shook off the guards and approached the cell, key in hand. Before he could unlock it, Jack threw himself at the door, hands through the bars, curled into claws. He grabbed James around the neck and started clawing him in the chest with his other hand.
The guards started forward with gun butts ready. “No! Leave him be! Get me the key to the manacles and then go away!” His voice softened. “Jack, I’m here to get you out; to free you. Please understand that I’m here to help!” He could smell Jack’s breath: Rum. “Jack, you must try to understand.” He put the cell key into his pocket. One of the guards brought him the manacle keys and left quickly.
Jack’s arm tightened around James neck. He could barely breathe, but he took the key and unlocked the manacle on the arm choking him. The arm freed him, being pulled quickly into the cell. Jack nursed his wrist for a moment, getting more blood on his face from the raw wound. James took out the cell key and opened the cell door, carefully moving toward Jack with the manacle keys, ready for anything. Jack noticed him and leaped, knocking the larger man back, but not to the ground, as James was ready for the attack. James moved away, in a wrestler’s stance, waiting till he had an opening. Jack swung the empty manacle at him, trying to hit him in the head. James ducked, lunging at the pirate, sending him sprawling, out of breath. He deftly shoved the key into the lock and the manacle clicked open, freeing Jack’s other hand. Jack recovered his breath and hit James in the temple, causing him to see stars, then pushed him back and tried to run out the door. James recovered just enough to grab Jack’s foot, tripping him. Then he fairly rolled onto the smaller man, pinning him to the ground with his weight. Jack struggled ineffectually, all the while growling and trying to claw at James behind him.
James leaned down close to the pirate’s ear, though not close enough to be bitten, and spoke softly to him of freedom, love, and Will. After a while, Jack seemed to calm down. James whispered, “Are you all right now, Jack?”
“Geroff me, love. Yer too heavy for me on this floor!”
James smiled. “Come back with me to my quarters. We’ll get your wounds tended on the way.” They both stood up and walked out of the gaol, James’ arm around the pirate’s shoulder.
“I’m no’ a slave, love, am I? Those soldiers…they called me an escaped slave. I just wanted a little rum, love.” He started mumbling. “I’m not a slave…I’m a freeman. No slave, not me.” He suddenly stopped, looking at James. “Where’s Will?”
“He’s back at my quarters. I want to clean you up first.” He led him just a little further, then stopped at a door and knocked. “Doctor, I have a patient for you.”
The door opened. The doctor looked like the knock on the door woke him. “Yes? Oh. Yes, Commodore?” He looked a little closer. “Looks like things got out of hand again. Bring him in.”
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TBC
A/N: So, do you like it or not? Let me know, eh?
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 15 – A Night on the Town...
James woke suddenly. He couldn’t figure out how, but he did seem to be completely unfettered. No, that wasn’t quite right either. There was a soft, warm body wrapped around him, head on his shoulder, curly hair tickling his nose. He wondered why he woke up. He remembered hearing something…maybe? Yes, that was it. There was a noise from the parlor. He raised his head slightly, trying not to wake the lad that was curled around him. He looked down at Will, who was sleeping. He saw no sign of Jack. This worried him, though he was fairly sure that he had heard something from the direction of the parlor.
A loud knock at the door made him sit up quickly, dumping Will, who woke up, whipping a dagger from beneath his pillow and looking around wildly. James looked at him. “You won’t need that. It’s the door. I’ll get it.” He managed to completely disentangle himself from the bed and the boy, and walked through the parlor to the door, looking around and putting his jacket on on his way. Jack was suspiciously missing.
Knocking on the door again, louder this time. A muffled voice accompanied it. “Commodore! Please open the door!” He sighed, and opened the door. Gillette stood there, looking apologetic. “Sir, the men captured Sparrow down near the docks, drunk.”
“And where is he, Captain?” James looked tired.
“In the gaol, Commodore. He severely injured half a dozen of the guard before they finally subdued him. When they got him to the cell, he came to and started thrashing again. They shoved him in and shut the door. They didn’t dare get near him enough to take the chains off of him. He isn’t himself, sir. He doesn’t speak or yell. It’s more like an animal growl, sir. Could you please come down and claim your property? Nobody can control him.”
James suddenly looked very alert. “I shall be down in only a moment.” He ran to his clothes and pulled them all on. He quickly told Will that he’d be right back, and to go back to sleep.
“Just bring him back safe, Commodore. My ears are quite good, and Captain Gillette was too anxious to try to keep his voice down. Bring Jack back safe.”
“I will.” James ran out of his quarters and down the hall to the stairs next to his office. He took the staircase two at a time, not even pausing to return salutes that were flashed his way as he sped by surprised soldiers. He reached the bottom, and raced down the halls to the gaol, stopping at the guardroom to have them open the heavy door leading to the cells. He could hear chains thrashing, growls of rage and screams of agony from beyond the door. He took the key to Jack’s cell and raced in as soon as the door was opened for him.
The sounds from the cell washed over him like boiling oil. They were so intense that he was almost sick from it. He moved quickly to Jack’s cell, but was held back by two guards from opening it. He looked at Jack.
Jack’s eyes were completely feral, no sign of human intelligence in them. There was blood all over his arms from trying to free himself from the manacles. His head was bloody, but whether from actual wounds or from holding his head in his bloody hands was unknown. He was alternately biting and clawing at one manacle or another, and pounding the manacles on the back wall of his cell, marking it with his blood. This was not a view of Jack Sparrow that James had ever seen. It made him think that maybe the pirate WAS actually insane, and not merely acting that way to throw those around him off-balance.
James shook off the guards and approached the cell, key in hand. Before he could unlock it, Jack threw himself at the door, hands through the bars, curled into claws. He grabbed James around the neck and started clawing him in the chest with his other hand.
The guards started forward with gun butts ready. “No! Leave him be! Get me the key to the manacles and then go away!” His voice softened. “Jack, I’m here to get you out; to free you. Please understand that I’m here to help!” He could smell Jack’s breath: Rum. “Jack, you must try to understand.” He put the cell key into his pocket. One of the guards brought him the manacle keys and left quickly.
Jack’s arm tightened around James neck. He could barely breathe, but he took the key and unlocked the manacle on the arm choking him. The arm freed him, being pulled quickly into the cell. Jack nursed his wrist for a moment, getting more blood on his face from the raw wound. James took out the cell key and opened the cell door, carefully moving toward Jack with the manacle keys, ready for anything. Jack noticed him and leaped, knocking the larger man back, but not to the ground, as James was ready for the attack. James moved away, in a wrestler’s stance, waiting till he had an opening. Jack swung the empty manacle at him, trying to hit him in the head. James ducked, lunging at the pirate, sending him sprawling, out of breath. He deftly shoved the key into the lock and the manacle clicked open, freeing Jack’s other hand. Jack recovered his breath and hit James in the temple, causing him to see stars, then pushed him back and tried to run out the door. James recovered just enough to grab Jack’s foot, tripping him. Then he fairly rolled onto the smaller man, pinning him to the ground with his weight. Jack struggled ineffectually, all the while growling and trying to claw at James behind him.
James leaned down close to the pirate’s ear, though not close enough to be bitten, and spoke softly to him of freedom, love, and Will. After a while, Jack seemed to calm down. James whispered, “Are you all right now, Jack?”
“Geroff me, love. Yer too heavy for me on this floor!”
James smiled. “Come back with me to my quarters. We’ll get your wounds tended on the way.” They both stood up and walked out of the gaol, James’ arm around the pirate’s shoulder.
“I’m no’ a slave, love, am I? Those soldiers…they called me an escaped slave. I just wanted a little rum, love.” He started mumbling. “I’m not a slave…I’m a freeman. No slave, not me.” He suddenly stopped, looking at James. “Where’s Will?”
“He’s back at my quarters. I want to clean you up first.” He led him just a little further, then stopped at a door and knocked. “Doctor, I have a patient for you.”
The door opened. The doctor looked like the knock on the door woke him. “Yes? Oh. Yes, Commodore?” He looked a little closer. “Looks like things got out of hand again. Bring him in.”
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TBC
A/N: So, do you like it or not? Let me know, eh?