The Fine Line Between Legends And Lies

Chapter 30:

A/N: Okay Governor Swann gets his daughter’s letter and after much contemplation, he decides to end his pursuit of Jack if only to salvage his relationship with his only child. Please keep the reviews coming they are greatly appreciated!

It had been weeks since Governor Swann had last seen his daughter. He paced the floor of his study anxiously as he waited for Commodore Norrington to arrive with an update on his progress in locating Elizabeth. A knock on the door to his study caused his head to snap up from the floor quickly. Clearing his throat he crossed the room and opened the door allowing his visitor to enter. Norrington strode into the study and stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Ah Commodore Norrington, you’ve returned. I trust that you have news on my daughter’s whereabouts?”

“My apologies Governor Swann, but the Royal Navy has failed to locate Jack Sparrow and where he has taken Elizabeth.”

“You’re telling me that you have no idea where that scoundrel has run off with my daughter and grandchild?”

“Yes sir, it seems as though Captain Sparrow has covered his trail quite well indeed.”

“A sorry excuse Commodore Norrington. Perhaps I should entrust this assignment to someone else who could produce results instead?”

“No sir, my apologies for the lack of progress thus far. But I give you my word that I shall not rest until Elizabeth is returned safely home and Jack Sparrow is on the receiving end of a short drop and sudden stop.”

Governor Swann smiled at Norrington’s determination to succeed. Most likely the man was still deeply in love with his daughter and that was what fueled his passion to capture Jack Sparrow. Another knock on the door of his study caused both men to turn towards the door. A butler came into the room holding a sealed letter.

“Pardon my interruption sir, but this letter just arrived for you.”

“Yes thank you Nigel, that will be all.”

“Yes sir.”

With that Nigel left the study leaving Norrington and Governor Swann to finish their conversation in private. Governor Swann quickly turned the parchment over to see the seal that secured it. Pressed into the now well dried crimson colored wax was the symbol of a bird. Looking more closely at it he realized the bird was a sparrow. Jack Sparrow. It was news concerning Elizabeth! He opened the letter hastily and began to read it. After finishing the letter he placed it on his desk. Norrington cleared his throat making Governor Swann look back at him as he moved to take a seat at his desk.

“The letter is from Elizabeth I presume Governor?”

“It is.”

“Did she say where she was?”

“She did not. Elizabeth has simply asked me to drop all the charges against Jack or she will never return to Port Royal again….keeping herself and my grandson away from me.”

“Do you really think Elizabeth would be that cruel Governor Swann?”

“She’s my daughter Norrington, I know her very well. And yes, I do think she would be that cruel.”

“Are you going to honor her request to grant Jack Sparrow clemency?”

“I suppose it’s my only real option if I ever want to see my daughter or my grandson again. Now if you will excuse me Commodore I must write a letter to Elizabeth.”

“Yes sir, as you wish.”

Norrington left Governor Swann alone in his study so that he could reply to Elizabeth’s letter. Governor Swann opened the top drawer of his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment to write his letter to Elizabeth on. Dipping the quill pen into the inkwell on the left corner of his desk he began writing the letter. It read:

My dearest Elizabeth,

I have received your letter asking me to grant Jack clemency. I understand that you feel this was your only option, however I did not raise you to be so cruel. You are my only daughter and Jacob is my only grandson. It matters not that Jack Sparrow is his father, he is still my family and I wish to have a relationship with him. In the time that you have been away I have come to realize that if I continue to try and force you to chose between myself and Jack that I will only succeed in losing you forever. So after some thought I have decided to honor your request. All the charges against Jack shall be dissolved and he shall be granted a full pardon. You may return to Port Royal whenever you like without the fear of losing your husband to the hangman’s noose. I love you with all my heart Elizabeth and I hope that this letter finds you well. It is my most sincere wish that you return to Port Royal soon. Until then I shall leave you to your thoughts.

All my love,
Weatherby Swann

Folding the parchment paper he opened another drawer from his desk and pulled out the dark blue stick of wax and held it over the flame in the oil lamp that was burning on his desk. Letting some of the blue wax drip onto the folded parchment he waited a moment for it to cool. Then he pressed the ring with his crest on it down into the melted wax leaving his seal imprinted on the letter. Standing up from his desk he took the letter downstairs finding his butler Nigel dusting in the foyer of the mansion.

“Nigel?”

“Yes sir?”

“Take this letter down to the pier to be loaded onto the mail schooner?”

“Yes sir.”

Governor Swann handed Nigel the letter and a couple of schillings to pay for the letter to be delivered. Smiling he headed back upstairs to his study to enjoy a little quiet reading before lunch was ready. Down close to the harbor Norrington stood high on the cliff overlooking the water. He was standing on what was left of the stone wall of the original building of the town’s military fort. This crumbling structure had been the original Fort Charles. Scowling out to the open sea his thoughts wandered to Elizabeth. He had known her since she was twelve. In fact they had met when she and her father had been crossing over from England. Norrington had been just a Lieutenant then. Now he was a Commodore and in charge of an entire fleet of the Royal Navy in Port Royal. Sighing heavily he leaned against the stone wall. Why did she have to take up with the likes of Jack Sparrow anyway? He was nothing but a scallywag pirate. The kind of life he led was no life for a lady such as Elizabeth Swann. No, that wasn’t her name anymore, she was married to the scoundrel. That’s right, it was Elizabeth Sparrow now. She had given birth to his bastard brat. Even though Elizabeth had married Jack and had his child Norrington found that he still desired to have her. He still loved her, would marry her if she would only have him.

Feeling his cock twitch in his breeches he frowned. What right did that bastard Jack Sparrow have to be granted the honor of bedding Elizabeth every night? Yes it was most assuredly every night. Norrington was almost certain that Jack was such a scoundrel that he would want to bed Elizabeth as often as he could. Grinning a little Norrington realized that was most likely the only thing the two men shared. If he was in Jack’s shoes he most certainly would bed her every night. He groaned as he felt his cock starting to become fully and painfully erect. Damn it, why did she always have to affect him like this? Shifting his erection in his breeches he realized that it wasn’t going to just go away. No he needed to resolve this matter and soon. Sighing in frustration he turned away from the ruins of the old fort. He was in desperate need and he knew there was only one place he could get relief. He had to pay a visit to Port Royal’s whore house. Norrington stepped down from the ruins of the crumbling fort and headed back into town. He made his way down the winding city streets until he came to the elegant looking Victorian style house that served as the town’s brothel. It was painted a pale blue and had several crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of the porch that ran the length of the front of the house. Norrington walked up the cobblestone walkway and stepped onto the porch. Knocking on the door he waited for a few moments before it opened. An older woman with flame red curly hair and bright green eyes answered the door. She was dressed in a scarlet colored dress that hung off her shoulders and showed off a more than generous amount of her very large milky white breasts. Her breasts were pushed up so far that he could make out the beginning of her rosy nipples peeking out from the low neckline of her dress. Her lips were painted a dark crimson and he could smell the gallon of French perfume that she had drenched herself in.

“What service may I do you handsome?”

He frowned at the woman as he opened his mouth to reply. There was only two girls that he ever visited in this brothel. One being Adrienne, the French girl that he had forced to come back here and the other being a local young woman named Natalie. Natalie was his favorite and he visited her often.

“Yes, is Natalie available for company?”

“Oh yes, she’s upstairs in her room. You can just go on up Commodore.”

He nodded and walked into the brothel the heavy scent of perfume hitting him as he walked up the stairs. Natalie was nineteen and she looked a lot like Elizabeth to him. He supposed it was why she was his favorite whore in the brothel. Natalie had the same tawny hair as Elizabeth’s only hers was slightly curly where Elizabeth’s was straight. Her eyes were a darker chocolate brown but she had the same alabaster skin and her smile was nearly identical to his precious Elizabeth’s. Natalie’s breasts were a bit larger than Elizabeth’s but he found he rather welcomed that difference in their appearances. Norrington walked down the hallway until he came to the end of it where Natalie’s room was located. Knocking on the door he waited a moment before it was open. There she stood dressed in only a knee length blue silk robe that was loosely tied about her waist allowing the collar to hang open exposing some of her creamy breasts to him. Natalie smiled broadly as she pulled him into an embrace pressing her breasts and hips against him.

“Oh James!”

“Hello Natalie.”

He shut the door behind him and dug into his coat pocket. Pulling out five schillings he pressed them into her hand. She smiled and placed the schillings on top of her dresser before leading him over to the simple wooden bed in her room.

“So, what can I do for you James?”

“I need your……..generosity Natalie.”

“So then I suspect you came for our usual routine?”

He grinned at her casualness towards the subject of having sex with him. Their usual routine consisted of him sticking his cock in every hole available and then calling her Elizabeth as he came on her or inside of her, whichever he decided to do.

“Yes, our usual routine.”

“So until you’re finished my name is Elizabeth then? You want me to tell you that I love you this time too James?”

“Yes, pretend that you’re Elizabeth and that you’re my wife.”

“Anything else James?”

“Get out of that robe.”

Smiling Natalie quickly unfastened the loose knot on her robe and shrugged it off. James watched as she let the silk garment fall to the floor exposing every inch of her alabaster skin to his heated gaze. She dropped to her knees and began unfastening the ties of his breeches. James sucked in a sharp breath as Natalie pulled his cock from his breeches and began sucking on it. He looked down at her as she sucked his throbbing cock into her warm wet mouth. He groaned as he rocked his hips forward pushing more of his erection into her mouth.

“Oh yes…that’s it…..Elizabeth!”

Natalie gently squeezed his balls as she continued to suck his engorged cock. After a few moments James pushed her head back abruptly yanking his cock from her mouth. She watched as he hastily removed his clothes until he was as naked as she was. James pulled her to her feet and strode over to the bed pulling her behind him. On the bed he laid her down onto her back and thrust against her his cock easily sinking into her. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck and her legs closed around his waist as he began pumping inside her.

“Oh….oh James….I….I love you!”

“I….l-love you….t-too….Elizabeth!”

He rocked against her a few more times before pulling out and turning her over onto her stomach. Natalie glanced back at him over her shoulder as he moved to guide his cock into her backside. She whimpered his name as he slid into her easily. Then he began a rough pounding rhythm inside her making her breasts bounce with each thrust. She could hear his strangled grunts and mumbled words as he penetrated her deeply.

“Fuck…yes…..love fucking your tight little ass…..Elizabeth!”

Natalie bit her bottom lip as she felt James rock harder against her before suddenly pulling out and yanking her back onto her back to face him. He shoved his cock back into her heat making her arch up against him. Then he began a frenzied thrusting motion as he pressed towards his release. It wouldn’t be much longer now the way he was rocking against her. A few more quick shallow thrusts and one deep thrust and then he pulled out of her. He jerked his cock until his seed shot out drenching her chin and neck.

“Oh….God…fuck yes….Elizabeth!!”

After the last of the aftershocks had coursed through his now semi erect shaft he glanced down at her. Her chin was soaked with his thick white sticky seed and it dribbled down her neck to collect in between her breasts. He felt his cheeks get hot from the sudden embarrassment of having let his pleasure explode onto her face and neck the way he had. But Natalie didn’t seem to mind as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip tasting some of his salty essence that coated her lip. Smiling up at him she reached for the washcloth that she kept in her basin on her bedside table. He began dressing as he watched her wipe away his seed from her chin and neck before wiping away the seed that had trickled down between her breasts.

“Natalie I…”

“You don’t have to say it James.”

“Yes I do…..I’m sorry about getting it on your face.”

“It’s okay James…it is what you pay me for….isn’t it?”

His cheeks reddened again as he sat down on the edge of the bed to pull his boots back on. He did greatly enjoy Natalie’s company but this was always the part that he hated. The awkwardness at the end of their tryst always made him feel like he should apologize for treating her so disrespectfully. But then again, she was a whore. So shouldn’t she expect such treatment from men like him? He flinched when he felt her arms wrap around his waist and her breasts press into his back her nipples hardening at the innocent contact.

“Ever the gentleman aren’t you James?”

“No. A gentleman wouldn’t ask you to pretend to be someone else while he fucked you. A gentleman wouldn’t waste his release by letting it explode on your pretty face. You’re much too beautiful a woman to be treated so disrespectfully. You need to be taken care of.”

“And who would take care of a whore James? What decent respectable man would have me?”

Sighing deeply he thought for a moment. He knew that he would never be able to have Elizabeth in this way. Looking back at Natalie he studied her for some time before speaking again.

“I would.”

“What?”

“I would. I would have you Natalie.”

“You would have me?”

“Yes.”

“And what would you do with me after rescuing me from a life of prostitution James?”

“I’d make you my wife of course.”

“You’re serious about this?”

“I am. Come with me Natalie. Pack your things and leave this brothel with me right now?”

“But what about your precious Elizabeth, the girl you make me pretend to be every time you come to call?”

“She’s an unattainable fantasy Natalie. You’re tangible, I can hold you and touch you in ways that will never be possible for me to do with Elizabeth.”

“You really mean to do this don’t you James?”

“Yes. I can take care of you, give you a good life. Marry me Natalie?”

“Yes!”

Smiling she leapt off the bed and grabbed her suitcase from her small closet. James watched as she began packing up the few simple linen dresses that she owned along with her perfumes and powders. Once she had packed everything she sat down on the edge of the bed beside him.

“Is that everything Natalie?”

“Yes.”

“Well then, put on your nicest dress and let’s go get married. Tell me something?”

“Anything.”

“Just what is your full name anyway?”

She giggled before answering. “It’s Natalie Kate Weston. What’s yours?”

“James Bradford Norrington. Hmmm…..Natalie Norrington, that sounds perfect.”

He watched as she slipped into a cream colored linen dress with pale pink lace accents on the cuffs of the sleeves that stopped at her elbows and on the bodice. Stepping into some light beige shoes she turned to face him. He smiled at her and nodded his approval. Taking her suitcase for her he took her hand in his right hand and led her out of the room for the last time. They met Madam Lucinda at the door of the brothel. She stopped them immediately.

“Just where do you think you’re going with one of my girls Commodore?”

“Natalie is no longer one of your girls Madam Lucinda, she’s coming with me.”

“Is she now?”

“She is. Natalie has agreed to become my wife so she will no longer be in the business.”

Madam Lucinda cackled loudly before responding. “Your wife! You’re marrying a whore?”

“No….I’m marrying a lady who has no place in this business. Good day Madam Lucinda Come along Natalie, we have a wedding to get to.”

Natalie allowed James to guide her out of the brothel and down the street towards the church that sat nestled on the hilltop a short distance away. Looking back at the brothel she could see that several of the whores had come out to watch as she left with the Commodore. Smiling she squeezed his hand tighter and rested her head against his shoulder as they walked through the town. Soon she would become the Commodore’s wife and become a respectable woman around town. James smiled broadly as he felt Natalie nestle her head against his shoulder. Soon he would have a bride and he could forget his foolish obsession with Elizabeth Sparrow. Once Natalie was his wife it wouldn’t matter that Elizabeth had chosen the life of piracy over the sheltered life of a Naval officer’s wife. He would have Natalie to take care of and keep his bed warm. And maybe one day soon she would really mean it when she said that she loved him. He would build a happy marriage to this young woman and forget all about Elizabeth Sparrow. She could never truly bring him happiness in the end as it turned out anyway.

A/N: Okay this seemed like a nice twist to the story. Now Norrington won’t be hell bent on ruining Jack and Elizabeth’s marriage anymore. Please read and review!