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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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5,877
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61
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Chapter 3 - Almost Alive
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 3 – Almost Alive
By the end of his vacation, James had sat in the chair next to the bed that he rented, holding Jack’s hand and stroking his face, for three days, barely touching the food that the innkeeper brought him, though making sure to force just a bit of gruel and water into the pirate so that he wouldn’t starve to death. When he first opened his mouth to feed him, he found that the slavers had stolen Jack’s gold teeth, so he had new ones made and set in his mouth. Jack didn’t respond to anything, but neither did he get worse. His body had begun healing but his mind had not shown any change.
James put one of his nightshirts on Jack and wrapped a bandage around the Sparrow tattoo and the pirate brand, then called for the innkeeper to send two men and a stretcher to his room. They lifted Jack onto the stretcher and followed Commodore Norrington down to the docks where the Reliance waited for him. As he had Jack brought on board, Captain Reade saluted the Commodore, and asked why he had brought a slave on board.
“That is my concern, Captain. Bring him to my quarters and put him on the bed.” Two soldiers saluted, took Jack’s stretcher from the two men, and brought Jack into the Captain’s cabin. “I shall take care of him. Please have the doctor come to my quarters, and let me know when we arrive back in port.” With that, Norrington turned and walked swiftly into his cabin.
The Naval doctor arrived in the cabin almost on Norrington’s heels. He saw the man on the bed and, following the Commodore’s wave, went over to him and started checking him over. He removed the bandages on his torso, but Norrington stopped him from taking them off the arm. “I put those on for security reasons.”
The doctor looked at all of the stitches, cuts, bruises, etc., and shook his head. “It’s a miracle he’s lived this long, Commodore. By all rights this man should be dead. Why are you keeping him alive?”
“I’m not sure, really. By rights I should have had him killed a year ago. I should have allowed the slavers to beat him to death. But I couldn’t do it. Just heal him doctor. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. But just heal him.”
“Commodore, by the injuries to his back, he has lost a great deal of blood. Enough that, if he does live, I don’t know what his mind will be like. It may be a better courtesy to him to kill him. But if he can be healed, I’ll make sure that he is. His back is doing well. Just a few more days and we can remove the stitches. The bruising looks like it was worse before. Is that right?” Norrington nodded. “Then he IS getting better. Like I said, it’s his mind that possibly might not heal. When the stitches come out, if he is not conscious, he is dead.” The doctor left.
The trip to Port Royal went uneventful, and when they arrived, Gillette came to his cabin, concerned. “Commodore, Captain Reade has told me that you have a slave on board. What happened?!”
“Gillette, I need two men to take my guest to my quarters and put him GENTLY on the bed.” He unwrapped the bandage from Sparrow’s arm. He continued, softly. “I ran into an old friend, Jonathan, and I think THIS TIME he has been punished enough for his crimes.”
Gillette saw the tattoo and stared. “Jack Sparrow? Very good sir. Two men to help get Sparrow to your quarters.” He looked at the still form. “Will he live, sir?”
“I don’t know, Jonathan. I just don’t know.” Gillette left, and Norrington looked down on Jack’s unmoving body. “I can only hope so.”
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Two days later, when the stitches came out, Jack Sparrow still hadn’t responded to anything.
The doctor offered to put him out of his misery, but Norrington refused. “I don’t know why. It’s a bloody nuisance to keep him fed and cleaned, but I can’t help it. He deserves better than this.”
For two months, the Commodore waited. He had hired a man to come in and take care of Jack when he was working. The man fed and cleaned him, turned and moved his body, and talked to him as Norrington told him to. Each day, he hoped for news from the man that Jack had stirred, but to no avail.
One evening, Norrington sat with Jack’s head in his lap, combing his hair. On any other man, he’d have sworn it was four months’ growth, but he knew it to be half of that. He plaited Jack’s beard into two braids the way he remembered it, using some beads that he’d purchased in town to help decorate it as he remembered the pirate was wont to do. He then put two braids into Jack’s hair on the right side, carefully threading some of the hair through some silver and glass beads and a shilling that he had one of the men put a hole through. Not Sparrow’s usual fare, but it would do for now. He gently shook the short braids, and they tinkled softly. James found that he was getting aroused by having Jack’s head in his lap. /He is a beautiful man./ *But he’s a MAN!* /He is exotic and exciting./ *Jonathan will be jealous.* /I’ll just have to share him./ *I cannot be found getting aroused by another man!* /But I love him./
There. He admitted it to himself. He thought about it some more. /Commodore James Norrington has fallen in love with Captain Jack Sparrow./ *What will the Admiralty think?!* /I won’t tell them./ *It’ll become pretty obvious if he gets better and you stop chasing him and his bloody ship!* /No it won’t. I’ll keep chasing it, just never catching it./ *If you do that, the Admiralty will have you replaced.* /Sigh./
Around midnight, the candles started to sputter, and the Commodore broke out another couple of candles and put them where the others had been. He knelt down next to the bed and took Jack’s right hand between his and prayed. “Lord, please let Jack Sparrow, live.”
A weak, hoarse whisper interrupted him. “Captain…CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow.”
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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 3 – Almost Alive
By the end of his vacation, James had sat in the chair next to the bed that he rented, holding Jack’s hand and stroking his face, for three days, barely touching the food that the innkeeper brought him, though making sure to force just a bit of gruel and water into the pirate so that he wouldn’t starve to death. When he first opened his mouth to feed him, he found that the slavers had stolen Jack’s gold teeth, so he had new ones made and set in his mouth. Jack didn’t respond to anything, but neither did he get worse. His body had begun healing but his mind had not shown any change.
James put one of his nightshirts on Jack and wrapped a bandage around the Sparrow tattoo and the pirate brand, then called for the innkeeper to send two men and a stretcher to his room. They lifted Jack onto the stretcher and followed Commodore Norrington down to the docks where the Reliance waited for him. As he had Jack brought on board, Captain Reade saluted the Commodore, and asked why he had brought a slave on board.
“That is my concern, Captain. Bring him to my quarters and put him on the bed.” Two soldiers saluted, took Jack’s stretcher from the two men, and brought Jack into the Captain’s cabin. “I shall take care of him. Please have the doctor come to my quarters, and let me know when we arrive back in port.” With that, Norrington turned and walked swiftly into his cabin.
The Naval doctor arrived in the cabin almost on Norrington’s heels. He saw the man on the bed and, following the Commodore’s wave, went over to him and started checking him over. He removed the bandages on his torso, but Norrington stopped him from taking them off the arm. “I put those on for security reasons.”
The doctor looked at all of the stitches, cuts, bruises, etc., and shook his head. “It’s a miracle he’s lived this long, Commodore. By all rights this man should be dead. Why are you keeping him alive?”
“I’m not sure, really. By rights I should have had him killed a year ago. I should have allowed the slavers to beat him to death. But I couldn’t do it. Just heal him doctor. Tell me what to do and I’ll do it. But just heal him.”
“Commodore, by the injuries to his back, he has lost a great deal of blood. Enough that, if he does live, I don’t know what his mind will be like. It may be a better courtesy to him to kill him. But if he can be healed, I’ll make sure that he is. His back is doing well. Just a few more days and we can remove the stitches. The bruising looks like it was worse before. Is that right?” Norrington nodded. “Then he IS getting better. Like I said, it’s his mind that possibly might not heal. When the stitches come out, if he is not conscious, he is dead.” The doctor left.
The trip to Port Royal went uneventful, and when they arrived, Gillette came to his cabin, concerned. “Commodore, Captain Reade has told me that you have a slave on board. What happened?!”
“Gillette, I need two men to take my guest to my quarters and put him GENTLY on the bed.” He unwrapped the bandage from Sparrow’s arm. He continued, softly. “I ran into an old friend, Jonathan, and I think THIS TIME he has been punished enough for his crimes.”
Gillette saw the tattoo and stared. “Jack Sparrow? Very good sir. Two men to help get Sparrow to your quarters.” He looked at the still form. “Will he live, sir?”
“I don’t know, Jonathan. I just don’t know.” Gillette left, and Norrington looked down on Jack’s unmoving body. “I can only hope so.”
* - * - *
Two days later, when the stitches came out, Jack Sparrow still hadn’t responded to anything.
The doctor offered to put him out of his misery, but Norrington refused. “I don’t know why. It’s a bloody nuisance to keep him fed and cleaned, but I can’t help it. He deserves better than this.”
For two months, the Commodore waited. He had hired a man to come in and take care of Jack when he was working. The man fed and cleaned him, turned and moved his body, and talked to him as Norrington told him to. Each day, he hoped for news from the man that Jack had stirred, but to no avail.
One evening, Norrington sat with Jack’s head in his lap, combing his hair. On any other man, he’d have sworn it was four months’ growth, but he knew it to be half of that. He plaited Jack’s beard into two braids the way he remembered it, using some beads that he’d purchased in town to help decorate it as he remembered the pirate was wont to do. He then put two braids into Jack’s hair on the right side, carefully threading some of the hair through some silver and glass beads and a shilling that he had one of the men put a hole through. Not Sparrow’s usual fare, but it would do for now. He gently shook the short braids, and they tinkled softly. James found that he was getting aroused by having Jack’s head in his lap. /He is a beautiful man./ *But he’s a MAN!* /He is exotic and exciting./ *Jonathan will be jealous.* /I’ll just have to share him./ *I cannot be found getting aroused by another man!* /But I love him./
There. He admitted it to himself. He thought about it some more. /Commodore James Norrington has fallen in love with Captain Jack Sparrow./ *What will the Admiralty think?!* /I won’t tell them./ *It’ll become pretty obvious if he gets better and you stop chasing him and his bloody ship!* /No it won’t. I’ll keep chasing it, just never catching it./ *If you do that, the Admiralty will have you replaced.* /Sigh./
Around midnight, the candles started to sputter, and the Commodore broke out another couple of candles and put them where the others had been. He knelt down next to the bed and took Jack’s right hand between his and prayed. “Lord, please let Jack Sparrow, live.”
A weak, hoarse whisper interrupted him. “Captain…CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow.”
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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!!!