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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
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Adult ++
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26
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Chapter 17 - Promises Broken
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 17 – Promises Broken
Anamaria noticed Jack at the table and walked over. “What’s the matter, Jack?”
Jack looked up at her, eyes streaming. His voice was barely a whisper. “I’m free.”
Will walked over and looked at the slave receipt. “Elizabeth! Jack is free!”
Elizabeth ran over and looked at it. “Jack! This is wonderful! Now we can get you back to the Pearl and leave.”
Jack wiped his eyes with his hand. “Yes, love. We can leave. But I don’t want to go just yet. You girls go back and get the Pearl ready to sail immediately. Will and I will be there by midnight. Will, I want to celebrate with James. Go into town and get me a good keg of rum. Best ye can find. I want to give Commodore Norrington a hangover he’ll remember me by.”
Anamaria and Elizabeth took turns and kissed Jack on the forehead, then left with Will.
Jack gathered all of his things, emptied his bag and put the things he wouldn’t need that evening at the bottom, then filled it up with the rest. He placed the bag next to one of the couches near the wall, mostly out of sight. There was a knock at the door. He answered it to find the guard with tea. He took it, and asked the guard if he could please have the cook fix something fancy for the Commodore, as tonight was a night for celebration. “Oh, and rum. As much as you can find. There’s no use celebratin’ without rum.”
“I’ll try, sir.”
Jack shut the door and grinned. Tonight would be a VERY special night indeed.
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James watched the four pirates leave the square. The crowd was very happy: They’d been treated to a great spectacle. His men were not so happy. They realized that this was the kind of fighting that they might meet up with against these pirates in the future. James saw their faces and smiled. He’d hoped that the fighting style wouldn’t be lost on them.
The Commodore took his time getting back to his office. He knew that the doctor had declared him “off duty” for three days, but he knew that there was still work to be done, and he didn’t want to disturb the four pirates that he knew would be in his quarters. He already missed Jack immensely, and knew that he’d go home to an empty quarters tonight.
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By six o’clock that evening, the guard had brought in the food. The chef had outdone himself, as the guard had told him that the Commodore had a special party in his quarters that night and needed food suitable for Governor Swann to visit. Jack spread it out on the coffee table, making the place settings as proper as he could figure. /Damn. Too many forks and spoons!/
Will arrived only a few minutes later and finished setting out the silverware. Jack went to the door and requested that the guard go bring the Commodore, and the guard left.
Jack lit three candles and placed them on the table with the food, then blew out all the lamps and sat down.
James arrived at his quarters hot on the heels of the guard. He opened the door to his quarters, finding it basically dark and looked around as well as he could. He suddenly felt a gentle hand on his arm, leading him inside. The door closed behind him. His eyes adjusted quickly, and he smiled, seeing Jack at his side and Will on one of the couches.
Jack led him to the other couch, sat him down and kissed him softly. “A celebration feast, James. For you.”
James fidgeted. “What? I know of nothing to celebrate.”
Jack grinned. “You’ll be celebratin’ getting’ your bed back, I’m sure. And celebratin’ the absence of a certain meddlesome pirate I would suppose.”
James looked at him, fighting down tears. “I’ve nothing to celebrate. As of tonight I’ll have a cold, empty bed, and the loss of a dear lover.”
Jack drooped. “But you freed me. I thought you’d be thrilled to be quit of me. Well, let’s eat anyway. I had your chef make a special meal for tonight.”
“I can see that.”
“I want to thank you for your kindness. For saving my life, for giving me clothes to wear, and the coins for my hair. I feel indebted to you for it, though, and although I can steal and feel no remorse afterward, I will not be indebted to anyone.” He picked up a small sack of money from the bag on the floor next to him. “Therefore, please accept this as recompense for everything you’ve done for me.” He handed James the bag.
James felt the weight of the bag and started to object. Jack stopped him.
"James, I’ve included only that which I believe I owe you, which is considerable. It’s a total of one hundred twenty-two crowns, five shillings, seven pennies and a single farthing, which is what you paid for me in the first place. Please take it without a fuss. That way we can be friends and I won’t feel like a debtor.”
James started to say something, then stopped. His shoulders drooped. “Thank you, Jack. I think I understand.”
Jack handed him a mug. “Drink up. I have a toast. To lasting friendship.” They all drank. Jack and Will drained their mugs. James took a sip. It was rum. They watched him, expectantly. “James, isn’t lasting friendship somethin’ worth drinkin’ for?”
“Yes, it is. It’s just that rum--”
“Then drink up, man!” Jack helped the mug to his lips again. James drank it down.
Jack refilled all their mugs. “To Commodore James Norrington, a true friend.” They drank them empty, even James.
James refilled everyone’s mugs. “To Captain Jack Sparrow and William Turner. Best company I’ve ever had.”
They continued their toasts, getting sillier as they went. James didn’t even notice that they weren’t using the bottle on the table anymore. Will kept them filled up with the keg he’d bought in town earlier. He also made sure that his own mug was less than half that of the other two. He knew his limit, and didn’t want to miss the festivities that Jack must have planned. The food went unnoticed.
After a while, James noticed that the room was a little darker than it used to be. He tried to get up to light the lamps, but fell into Jack headfirst, who steadied him and laid him back on the couch unconscious from the rum.
Jack picked up his bag. “Will, could you please have the guard go and fetch the doctor? Commodore Norrington doesn’t look well. Could be a fever.”
Will went to the door and told the guard, who ran off for the doctor.
“All right, Will You take his feet, eh? Let’s get moving or we’ll have the guards after us too soon.” Will grabbed the Commodore’s feet and lifted them under his arms. Jack hoisted the Commodore’s shoulders and they carried the unconscious Commodore out of the fort.
Will found the cart he’d used for the keg of rum and they carefully lowered James onto it. Jack grunted. “He’s one heavy Commodore, love. Let’s get movin’”
They wheeled the cart down the road toward the dock. Suddenly, the alarm sounded at the fort. “Run, mate!” They ran with the cart, bumping along the dirt road onto the wooden pier where the Pearl was docked.
“Ahoy Pearl!”
A pirate head appeared. “Aye?”
“Get yer arse down here and help!”
The pirate ran down the gangplank and helped haul the Commodore aboard.
“Put him in my cabin.” Jack ran to the helm. Will, make sure the Commodore is comfortable but secured. “All hands! Prepare to sail!”
The Pearl slipped out of the harbor so fast that the soldiers could only gape at them.
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TBC
A/N: Don't forget to feed my pet demon with REVIEWS so that he doesn't run out on me again!
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 17 – Promises Broken
Anamaria noticed Jack at the table and walked over. “What’s the matter, Jack?”
Jack looked up at her, eyes streaming. His voice was barely a whisper. “I’m free.”
Will walked over and looked at the slave receipt. “Elizabeth! Jack is free!”
Elizabeth ran over and looked at it. “Jack! This is wonderful! Now we can get you back to the Pearl and leave.”
Jack wiped his eyes with his hand. “Yes, love. We can leave. But I don’t want to go just yet. You girls go back and get the Pearl ready to sail immediately. Will and I will be there by midnight. Will, I want to celebrate with James. Go into town and get me a good keg of rum. Best ye can find. I want to give Commodore Norrington a hangover he’ll remember me by.”
Anamaria and Elizabeth took turns and kissed Jack on the forehead, then left with Will.
Jack gathered all of his things, emptied his bag and put the things he wouldn’t need that evening at the bottom, then filled it up with the rest. He placed the bag next to one of the couches near the wall, mostly out of sight. There was a knock at the door. He answered it to find the guard with tea. He took it, and asked the guard if he could please have the cook fix something fancy for the Commodore, as tonight was a night for celebration. “Oh, and rum. As much as you can find. There’s no use celebratin’ without rum.”
“I’ll try, sir.”
Jack shut the door and grinned. Tonight would be a VERY special night indeed.
* - * - *
James watched the four pirates leave the square. The crowd was very happy: They’d been treated to a great spectacle. His men were not so happy. They realized that this was the kind of fighting that they might meet up with against these pirates in the future. James saw their faces and smiled. He’d hoped that the fighting style wouldn’t be lost on them.
The Commodore took his time getting back to his office. He knew that the doctor had declared him “off duty” for three days, but he knew that there was still work to be done, and he didn’t want to disturb the four pirates that he knew would be in his quarters. He already missed Jack immensely, and knew that he’d go home to an empty quarters tonight.
* - * - *
By six o’clock that evening, the guard had brought in the food. The chef had outdone himself, as the guard had told him that the Commodore had a special party in his quarters that night and needed food suitable for Governor Swann to visit. Jack spread it out on the coffee table, making the place settings as proper as he could figure. /Damn. Too many forks and spoons!/
Will arrived only a few minutes later and finished setting out the silverware. Jack went to the door and requested that the guard go bring the Commodore, and the guard left.
Jack lit three candles and placed them on the table with the food, then blew out all the lamps and sat down.
James arrived at his quarters hot on the heels of the guard. He opened the door to his quarters, finding it basically dark and looked around as well as he could. He suddenly felt a gentle hand on his arm, leading him inside. The door closed behind him. His eyes adjusted quickly, and he smiled, seeing Jack at his side and Will on one of the couches.
Jack led him to the other couch, sat him down and kissed him softly. “A celebration feast, James. For you.”
James fidgeted. “What? I know of nothing to celebrate.”
Jack grinned. “You’ll be celebratin’ getting’ your bed back, I’m sure. And celebratin’ the absence of a certain meddlesome pirate I would suppose.”
James looked at him, fighting down tears. “I’ve nothing to celebrate. As of tonight I’ll have a cold, empty bed, and the loss of a dear lover.”
Jack drooped. “But you freed me. I thought you’d be thrilled to be quit of me. Well, let’s eat anyway. I had your chef make a special meal for tonight.”
“I can see that.”
“I want to thank you for your kindness. For saving my life, for giving me clothes to wear, and the coins for my hair. I feel indebted to you for it, though, and although I can steal and feel no remorse afterward, I will not be indebted to anyone.” He picked up a small sack of money from the bag on the floor next to him. “Therefore, please accept this as recompense for everything you’ve done for me.” He handed James the bag.
James felt the weight of the bag and started to object. Jack stopped him.
"James, I’ve included only that which I believe I owe you, which is considerable. It’s a total of one hundred twenty-two crowns, five shillings, seven pennies and a single farthing, which is what you paid for me in the first place. Please take it without a fuss. That way we can be friends and I won’t feel like a debtor.”
James started to say something, then stopped. His shoulders drooped. “Thank you, Jack. I think I understand.”
Jack handed him a mug. “Drink up. I have a toast. To lasting friendship.” They all drank. Jack and Will drained their mugs. James took a sip. It was rum. They watched him, expectantly. “James, isn’t lasting friendship somethin’ worth drinkin’ for?”
“Yes, it is. It’s just that rum--”
“Then drink up, man!” Jack helped the mug to his lips again. James drank it down.
Jack refilled all their mugs. “To Commodore James Norrington, a true friend.” They drank them empty, even James.
James refilled everyone’s mugs. “To Captain Jack Sparrow and William Turner. Best company I’ve ever had.”
They continued their toasts, getting sillier as they went. James didn’t even notice that they weren’t using the bottle on the table anymore. Will kept them filled up with the keg he’d bought in town earlier. He also made sure that his own mug was less than half that of the other two. He knew his limit, and didn’t want to miss the festivities that Jack must have planned. The food went unnoticed.
After a while, James noticed that the room was a little darker than it used to be. He tried to get up to light the lamps, but fell into Jack headfirst, who steadied him and laid him back on the couch unconscious from the rum.
Jack picked up his bag. “Will, could you please have the guard go and fetch the doctor? Commodore Norrington doesn’t look well. Could be a fever.”
Will went to the door and told the guard, who ran off for the doctor.
“All right, Will You take his feet, eh? Let’s get moving or we’ll have the guards after us too soon.” Will grabbed the Commodore’s feet and lifted them under his arms. Jack hoisted the Commodore’s shoulders and they carried the unconscious Commodore out of the fort.
Will found the cart he’d used for the keg of rum and they carefully lowered James onto it. Jack grunted. “He’s one heavy Commodore, love. Let’s get movin’”
They wheeled the cart down the road toward the dock. Suddenly, the alarm sounded at the fort. “Run, mate!” They ran with the cart, bumping along the dirt road onto the wooden pier where the Pearl was docked.
“Ahoy Pearl!”
A pirate head appeared. “Aye?”
“Get yer arse down here and help!”
The pirate ran down the gangplank and helped haul the Commodore aboard.
“Put him in my cabin.” Jack ran to the helm. Will, make sure the Commodore is comfortable but secured. “All hands! Prepare to sail!”
The Pearl slipped out of the harbor so fast that the soldiers could only gape at them.
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TBC
A/N: Don't forget to feed my pet demon with REVIEWS so that he doesn't run out on me again!