When love interferes

Chapter three: The late delivery.


It was late evening and Christine was just finishing the last stitch on the last dress. She was morally and physically exhausted and was looking forward to a nice, relaxing bath at her house. She hung the dress on a pole and was getting ready to leave when Mrs. Barker called.

'' Christine! You have to take these breeches to Mr. Norrington before you go home.''

'' Can't he pick them up tomorrow before the ceremony? '' Christine inquired.

'' Don't make this more difficult than it has to be Christine, it's safer that he gets them tonight.'' Mrs Barker said strictly.

'' Alright…I'll take them to him…do I get paid any extra for it? '' She asked doubtful. Mrs. Baker just laughed. '' I guess that means no.'' Christine said frustrated. She grabbed her coat and left the store. Once she was out on the street she found out that she had no idea where James lived. She returned to the store, but Mrs. Barker had left.

'' Great! What now?…'' She mumbled to herself annoyed. She figured that she had to ask around the town for directions to his house. She stepped out onto the street again and found an old woman.

'' Excuse me madam, can you tell me where James Norrington lives?'' She asked her politely.

'' What! What did you say? I don't hear well so you have to speak louder.'' The woman replied.

'' CAN YOU TELL ME WHERE JAMES NORRINGTON LIVES?'' Christine shouted into her ear.

'' What's wrong with you child? Are you trying to make me deaf? '' The woman complained angry. '' Kids these days have no respect for the elders.'' She huffed as she walked away.

Christine shook her head. '' Lets try to ask someone younger. '' She walked up the street and found a boy playing with a ball.

'' Excuse me, do you know where James Norrington lives?'' She inquired the boy.

'' Who are you? My mom says I'm not allowed to talk to strangers.'' The boy replied frightened.

'' It's alright, I won't harm you. I just want to know where James Norrington lives.'' Christine said as she took the boy's hand in hers to show him there was nothing to be afraid of. The boy started to scream and a woman came running from inside the house.

'' What are you doing to my boy? Let him go!'' The woman yelled. Christine released the boy's hand and stepped back.

'' I wasn't doing anything to him, I only wanted to ask him if he knew…'' Christine tried to rectify herself, but the woman stopped her.

'' Leave my boy alone you whore or I'll send the Navy on you!'' The boy's mother yelled threatening. She grabbed her son, shoved him inside their house and slammed the door behind them. People on the street gave her a disgusted glare and mumbled something incomprehensive under their breaths.

Christine sighed. '' Alright, not this young.'' She turned the corner and entered a new street, there she found a middle aged man standing against a wall.

'' Excuse me sir, do you know where James Norrington lives?'' She inquired hopefully. The man was evidently drunk and his aroma was really foul.

'' What do I get if I help you?'' He slurred once he got his eyes focused on her.

'' Well…I don't have anything to offer you.'' Christine replied with a apologetic frown.

The man straightened himself and looked at her closely.'' Suck me and I'll tell you.''

Christine's face fell. '' WHAT! Never!'' She started to walk away when the man grabbed her arm.

'' Come on love, it won't take long.'' Christine tried to break loose from his grasp, but he held really tight.

'' Let me go! '' She yelled. The man laughed and pulled her hand quickly so her body slammed against his. He inhaled the scent of her hair and begun touching her face. Christine panicked and tried to get away, but the guy wouldn't let go. The man tuned her swiftly around and tried to kiss her. She kneed him in the groin and he released her in pain as he clutched his groin. Christine took up the bag with Mr. Norrington's breeches, ran as fast as she could through the streets and didn't stop until she was sure there was no way he could find her.

'' What's wrong with the people of this town?'' Christine said shocked. She sat down on a rock to catch her breath. A young man was walking through the street when he saw her.

'' Miss, are you alright?'' Christine looked up and saw a handsome man look down at her worriedly.

'' I'm alright…just a bit breathless.'' Christine replied with a smile.

'' What were you running from?'' The handsome man inquired.

'' A man…he tried to rape me.'' Christine answered in a low voice.

'' Oh my…that's awful! Oh how rude of me…I forgot to introduce me, my name is William Turner, but you can call me Will.'' He smiled sweetly. '' Where were you heading when the man attacked you? ''

'' I was asking him for directions to Mr. Norrington's house. I have a delivery for him.'' Christine replied.

'' Would you like me to escort you there?'' Will inquired enthusiastically.

Christine hesitated for a moment, she wasn't sure if she should trust him. Will saw the doubt I her eyes.

'' I promise I won’t touch you or try anything…If you're worried about that.''

Christine looked him in the eye and saw the sincerity. '' No, I trust you.'' She said with a smile as she gave him her hand to hold. Will pulled her up from the rock and led her to Norrington's house.

'' So what do you do for a living? '' Christine inquired curious.

'' I'm a black smith.'' Will replied with a smile.

'' So how do you know Mr. Norrington?'' Christine inquired.

'' I make all the swords for the Navy, he often comes to pick them up.''

'' I see…so are you two good friends?''

Will chuckled. '' Not quite, he isn't my type.'' Will frowned which made Christine laugh.

'' Do you have a fiancée…if you don’t mind me asking?'' Christine blushed.

Will smiled. '' No of course I don't mind. No I don't have a fiancée…but I'm in love with a woman.''

'' She must be a really lucky girl, who is she?'' Christine asked with a smile. Will smiled at her.

'' Thank you. Her name is Elizabeth, Elizabeth Swann. She's the governor's daughter. ''

'' Tough luck…'' Christine said with a sympathetic frown.

'' So…what's your story. How do you know Mr. Norrington?'' Will tried to change the subject.

'' Well…that's a long story…He helped me out when I was in need, and now I'm giving him the breeches he ordered for the ceremony tomorrow. ''

'' So you are a sewer, am I right? '' Will questioned. '' And does that pay well?''

Christine shook her head. '' No it doesn't, the owner pays me no over time, still I'm always working. I can barely afford food for the week! ''

'' That's terrible to hear, have you tried to complain about this?'' Will said shocked.

'' To whom? Nobody would listen to me, I'm just a sewer.'' Christine added with a sigh.

'' Still…she has no right to treat you this way!'' Will replied angry. '' You should tell Norrington about this. ''

'' I don't think he would like me to trouble him with my problems. He must have more important things to take care of.'' Christine tried to assure him.

'' Well it doesn't hurt to give it a try.'' Will added.

'' I will think about it.'' Christine smiled at him. They reached Mr. Norrington's resident.

'' Well, here we are. It was nice meeting you miss….I always forgot to ask you your name.''

Christine smiled. '' It's Christine. It was nice meeting you too Will. Thank you for everything.'' She hugged him tightly.

'' Don't hesitate to find me if you need anything…or if you just want to talk.'' Will said with a smile as he started to walk from the house.

'' Thank you! '' Christine yelled after him. He turned around and smiled. Then he was off.

'' Well this is it…'' She rang the door bell and a servant answered.

'' Can I help you miss?''

'' Yes, I have a delivery for Mr. Norrington.'' Christine replied nervous.

'' Come inside and wait in the lounge, Mr. Norrington will meet you there.'' The servant opened the door for her to enter and closed it behind her. Christine sat down on the sofa and tried to make herself comfortable. A big knot was in her stomach because their last meeting didn't quite go as well as it could have. She still felt awfully sorry for touching his crotch, and blushed at the remembrance.

Suddenly she heard some one descending the stairs. She didn't want to look up, for she knew she couldn't face him without blushing.

'' Christine…What brings you here? ''