A Pleasant Holliday?
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
5,876
Reviews:
61
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Chapter 2 - Almost Dead
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 goddess of betadom!
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 2 – Almost Dead
In a split second, his thoughts regarding Sparrow rushed into his head. *Jack Sparrow made a complete fool of him.* /He saved Elizabeth three times!/ *Jack Sparrow is a drunkard and a fool.* /He’s a surprisingly good tactician./ *Jack Sparrow is a pirate. He deserves to die.* /No man deserves to die like this!/
He marched swiftly forward and caught the slaver’s arm before he could strike. “See here now! What has this man done? His back looks like you’ve given him Moses’ Law three times over! What could he have possibly done to deserve this, even if he IS a slave?”
The slaver was shocked that anyone would stop him, looked him up and down, and decided to answer. “He refuses to act like a proper slave. He attacks everyone around him. Killed two ‘andlers with ‘is bare ‘ands! This time me orders are to make sure ‘e don’ get up again. An’ since his last victim was me brother, I’m goin’ t’enjoy this!”
Norrington paused, still holding the slaver’s arm. Sparrow looked almost dead already. He was barely breathing, and not responding to the whip at all, not even with unconscious muscle twitches. Suddenly, a thought stabbed James in the heart. “Let me buy him. I am Commodore James Norrington from Port Royal. He’s a pirate, and I daresay he’ll suffer longer under my handling. How much do you want for him?”
The slaver paused. “Commodore, eh? Ok, Commodore, since ‘e’s almost dead, you can ‘ave him for a farthing. Just make sure ‘e suffers good.” He unchained Sparrow, who started to fall. James caught him, dropping the things already in his arms, and getting the front of his shirt bloody. He reached into his money bag and gave the man a farthing, then adjusted Sparrow over his shoulder, grabbed his things, and went back to the inn, telling the owner to fetch a doctor.
He put Jack on the bed, face down, removed the ruined breeches, and washed the wounds while waiting for the doctor. Jack seemed dead except for some slight breathing. The slave brand on his outer thigh looked like it was about three days old. The doctor arrived, and James pointed at the bed. “Do everything you can. I want him to live.”
The doctor looked at Jack’s back, horrified. “This slave has been beaten like this several times before, and not very long ago. I’m surprised he’s lived this long. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you beat him so close to death so many times if you want him to live?”
“I just bought him from the bastards who did this.”
The doctor started to sort out Jack’s back, putting skin back over areas where it had been lashed off. “Why would you buy a slave so close to death? Surely you could have gotten a healthier and much younger slave earlier at the auction.”
“He’s an old acquaintance of mine, and is a freeman. I don’t want him to die a slave.”
The doctor noticed the “P” brand. “Freeman? No sir, pirate. If he doesn’t die a slave, the Navy at Port Royal will have him hanged.” He continued putting the pieces of jigsaw puzzle that was Jack’s skin back together.
James watched the doctor. “I am Commodore Norrington, doctor, and in this case, this man has been punished more than any pirate deserves. The noose is quick and comparatively painless. This is torture that no one should be submitted to. Heal him…please.”
The doctor paused only for a moment. “Commodore Norrington himself says that a pirate doesn’t deserve dying? This must be a special pirate, Commodore.”
“Actually, yes he is. He saved the governor’s daughter three times only last year. For that, I decided to be lenient with him.”
The doctor seemed to remember something. “Ah yes. That would be Jack Sparrow, right? I remember the rumors that he turned into a bird and flew from the gallows right back to his ship. What was the truth on that, if I may ask?” He started stitching the shreds of skin together, with no reaction from Jack.
“Truth be told, he had help. A man freed him from the gallows, and he tripped and fell off of the fort into the water and swam back to his ship. But I had not wanted to hang him anyway, as he had saved Elizabeth Swann.” He looked guilty. “But the law is the law. This, however,” he said, pointing at the slave brand on Jack’s right thigh, “changes things. Taking someone’s property to hang is against the law. Pirates in slavery are free to be slaves. This saves him from the gallows.”
“I see. So when he’s better you’ll sell him out again?”
“No. He shall remain my property for the rest of his life.”
The doctor stitched up the rest of Jack’s back. It still looked horrible, but it was no longer bleeding. The doctor poured alcohol on a cloth and dowsed the entire back. “You’ll have to put the alcohol on it three times a day so that he doesn’t get infected.” He rolled Jack over. “Did you find out why they whipped him so badly? He’s got marks all over!” He checked markings all over Jack’s chest and stomach, and decided that they didn’t need stitching. He put alcohol on them though, to prevent infection. He then had Norrington hold Jack up while he fairly covered Jack’s entire torso in bandages. “I’ll be back tomorrow night to check on him. I just can’t guarantee he’ll live through it. He didn’t even have a simple muscle twitch while I was stitching him, and that’s not a good sign.” He put together his bag and left.
James watched Jack breathe for a few minutes, then studied at his face. /Even hairless he looks striking./ Jack’s face was almost heart shaped. The lack of beard made him look quite younger. /He looks like an angel./ Norrington paused. *Now where did THAT come from?* He felt Jack’s forehead, and ran the back of his hand down Jack’s cheek to his chin. /He’s prettier than any of the “unfortunates” that run around Port Royal./ *Now STOP THAT!* He continued absently stroking the back of his fingers down Jack’s cheek to his chin, much like he would a child, though he knew the man was many years his senior whether he looked it or not.
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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.
Beta: Now beta’d by my most perfect and wonderful Pendragginink! Hail to thee, oh modest and humble goddess of betadom!
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 2 – Almost Dead
In a split second, his thoughts regarding Sparrow rushed into his head. *Jack Sparrow made a complete fool of him.* /He saved Elizabeth three times!/ *Jack Sparrow is a drunkard and a fool.* /He’s a surprisingly good tactician./ *Jack Sparrow is a pirate. He deserves to die.* /No man deserves to die like this!/
He marched swiftly forward and caught the slaver’s arm before he could strike. “See here now! What has this man done? His back looks like you’ve given him Moses’ Law three times over! What could he have possibly done to deserve this, even if he IS a slave?”
The slaver was shocked that anyone would stop him, looked him up and down, and decided to answer. “He refuses to act like a proper slave. He attacks everyone around him. Killed two ‘andlers with ‘is bare ‘ands! This time me orders are to make sure ‘e don’ get up again. An’ since his last victim was me brother, I’m goin’ t’enjoy this!”
Norrington paused, still holding the slaver’s arm. Sparrow looked almost dead already. He was barely breathing, and not responding to the whip at all, not even with unconscious muscle twitches. Suddenly, a thought stabbed James in the heart. “Let me buy him. I am Commodore James Norrington from Port Royal. He’s a pirate, and I daresay he’ll suffer longer under my handling. How much do you want for him?”
The slaver paused. “Commodore, eh? Ok, Commodore, since ‘e’s almost dead, you can ‘ave him for a farthing. Just make sure ‘e suffers good.” He unchained Sparrow, who started to fall. James caught him, dropping the things already in his arms, and getting the front of his shirt bloody. He reached into his money bag and gave the man a farthing, then adjusted Sparrow over his shoulder, grabbed his things, and went back to the inn, telling the owner to fetch a doctor.
He put Jack on the bed, face down, removed the ruined breeches, and washed the wounds while waiting for the doctor. Jack seemed dead except for some slight breathing. The slave brand on his outer thigh looked like it was about three days old. The doctor arrived, and James pointed at the bed. “Do everything you can. I want him to live.”
The doctor looked at Jack’s back, horrified. “This slave has been beaten like this several times before, and not very long ago. I’m surprised he’s lived this long. If you don’t mind me asking, why did you beat him so close to death so many times if you want him to live?”
“I just bought him from the bastards who did this.”
The doctor started to sort out Jack’s back, putting skin back over areas where it had been lashed off. “Why would you buy a slave so close to death? Surely you could have gotten a healthier and much younger slave earlier at the auction.”
“He’s an old acquaintance of mine, and is a freeman. I don’t want him to die a slave.”
The doctor noticed the “P” brand. “Freeman? No sir, pirate. If he doesn’t die a slave, the Navy at Port Royal will have him hanged.” He continued putting the pieces of jigsaw puzzle that was Jack’s skin back together.
James watched the doctor. “I am Commodore Norrington, doctor, and in this case, this man has been punished more than any pirate deserves. The noose is quick and comparatively painless. This is torture that no one should be submitted to. Heal him…please.”
The doctor paused only for a moment. “Commodore Norrington himself says that a pirate doesn’t deserve dying? This must be a special pirate, Commodore.”
“Actually, yes he is. He saved the governor’s daughter three times only last year. For that, I decided to be lenient with him.”
The doctor seemed to remember something. “Ah yes. That would be Jack Sparrow, right? I remember the rumors that he turned into a bird and flew from the gallows right back to his ship. What was the truth on that, if I may ask?” He started stitching the shreds of skin together, with no reaction from Jack.
“Truth be told, he had help. A man freed him from the gallows, and he tripped and fell off of the fort into the water and swam back to his ship. But I had not wanted to hang him anyway, as he had saved Elizabeth Swann.” He looked guilty. “But the law is the law. This, however,” he said, pointing at the slave brand on Jack’s right thigh, “changes things. Taking someone’s property to hang is against the law. Pirates in slavery are free to be slaves. This saves him from the gallows.”
“I see. So when he’s better you’ll sell him out again?”
“No. He shall remain my property for the rest of his life.”
The doctor stitched up the rest of Jack’s back. It still looked horrible, but it was no longer bleeding. The doctor poured alcohol on a cloth and dowsed the entire back. “You’ll have to put the alcohol on it three times a day so that he doesn’t get infected.” He rolled Jack over. “Did you find out why they whipped him so badly? He’s got marks all over!” He checked markings all over Jack’s chest and stomach, and decided that they didn’t need stitching. He put alcohol on them though, to prevent infection. He then had Norrington hold Jack up while he fairly covered Jack’s entire torso in bandages. “I’ll be back tomorrow night to check on him. I just can’t guarantee he’ll live through it. He didn’t even have a simple muscle twitch while I was stitching him, and that’s not a good sign.” He put together his bag and left.
James watched Jack breathe for a few minutes, then studied at his face. /Even hairless he looks striking./ Jack’s face was almost heart shaped. The lack of beard made him look quite younger. /He looks like an angel./ Norrington paused. *Now where did THAT come from?* He felt Jack’s forehead, and ran the back of his hand down Jack’s cheek to his chin. /He’s prettier than any of the “unfortunates” that run around Port Royal./ *Now STOP THAT!* He continued absently stroking the back of his fingers down Jack’s cheek to his chin, much like he would a child, though he knew the man was many years his senior whether he looked it or not.
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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!!!