A Pleasant Holliday?
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
5,879
Reviews:
61
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4 - Getting to Know You
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 4 – Getting to Know You
Norrington looked down and saw Jack trying to focus at him. His hand was still between Norrington’s hands, and was limp. “Jack? You’re awake?”
Jack looked at him as best he could. He looked almost cross-eyed. “I’m hungry, and I’d like me ‘and back.” He seemed to focus on him finally. “Norrington? No. Come back after I’ve had some food to give me strength and I’ll fight you then. I’m too weak right now.” He tried to get his hand back, but James kept holding it, not even realizing what he was doing.
“Jack, I’m not here to fight you. I’m here to help. Let me get you some food first, and then we’ll talk.” He went to the door and told his guard to get a plate of easily digested food, “and a bottle of rum, if you please.” The guard saluted and walked away. Norrington went back to Jack to wait for the food.
“Norrington, last thing I remember was havin’ a bit of trouble with a couple of slavers in St. John. They seemed to think I was a slave and I was just explainin’ how as they were mistaken. When did you arrive?”
“You were being whipped to death. I couldn’t bear it, so I bought you.”
“You were cheated.”
“It was only a farthing.”
“Like I said, you were cheated. I’ll not be a slave to any man. Not even the great Commodore Norrington.”
“I don’t mean you to be one. Once you are feeling well enough, you are free to go. But I shall keep your papers in case you are brought up on piracy charges again. They can’t hang a slave without the master’s permission.”
Jack thought for a moment, frowning. “I appreciate the sentiment, mate, but I can’t be slave to any man, even if it be in name only. When I leave, I’ll want those papers.”
There was a knock at the door. Norrington went and got the tray, bringing it back. “Supper time, Captain Sparrow.” He took the covers off of the various dishes. “Do you prefer clear soup, gruel, or creamed cobbler to start you off?”
“Rum.”
“I’ll give you some later, after you have something in your stomach.” He took the gruel and a spoon and sat down to help Jack eat.
Jack tried to move, but was barely able to lift his hand. This seemed to anger him. “What ‘ave you done to me?”
“You’re just weak. You have been unconscious for over two months. You’ll have to build up your strength, so eat.” He brought the spoon to Jack’s lips.
Jack took a sip, then fairly inhaled the rest due to his hunger. “Yer right, I’m hungry enough. But let’s just forget custom eh, and just give it to me from the bowl.”
James propped Jack up to an inclined position with pillows, and started feeding him the gruel from the bowl. After the gruel, he fed him the soup the same way, and then the creamed cobbler. When he was finished, he took the napkin and cleaned Jack’s face and neck where just a little trickle of cobbler managed to stray.
Jack watched as James finished cleaning him up. “Commodore, why are you bothering with me? I’ve been nothing but a pain in your arse since we met, and I gathered by the length of the rope last time that you didn’t particularly like me.”
“Call me James. Truth to tell, I’m not really sure. I know I didn’t want the slavers to beat you to death, as I believe that hanging is a far more lenient punishment, and you had never done anything to warrant torture. But since then…” He fumbled with his thoughts and words. “Since then, I’ve thought about what you’ve done and what kind of man you must be in order to save Elizabeth Swann without regard for your own safety, and I decided that you ARE a good man, as young Mr. Turner had said at the hanging.” He looked down, almost afraid to truly voice it. “And also since then, I’ve found that I have feelings for you of a most unnatural kind. I’m sorry if this offends you, Captain Sparrow, and as I said you are free to go as soon as you are able.”
Sparrow Smiled. “There’s no offense to be taken, James” He managed to move his hand off of the bed to Norrington’s hand. “Call me Jack. I don’t hold for me friends to call me ‘Captain’ unless they’re part of me crew and in public.” He held James’ hand as best he could, squeezing it weakly. “James, YOU are a good man. I’m a pirate. I have had feelin’s for ye since ye let me go a year ago, and they’re not ‘unnatural.’ But nothing good can come of this. Ye’ll eventually have to hang me. We both know it.”
Norrington dropped the napkin completely and touched a finger to Jack’s lips to shut him up. “Jack, you can stay here if you wish. My officers know about you being here, and I know they suspect my feelings toward you. More than once, Gillette has seen me here, holding your hand or stroking your face, trying to will you into waking. The officers will keep it from the admiralty and from the men. You would be welcome here.”
“Pampered, more like. No, James. I can’t live in a cage, no matter how gilded it might be. You ’n’ me both know I’ll be out of ‘ere when I can, and you’ll be tryin’ to hang me shortly thereafter. But for now I’ll give ye this. I’m right more’n fond of ye, James. When I’m up to it, I’ll show you how much more.”
James bent over and kissed Jack on the forehead, letting his lips linger. He stood up slowly, and went to get the bottle of rum and the glass that he had left in the other room, returned, and poured a small glass of the golden liquid. He brought the glass forward to Jack’s lips, and let him drink it. “And I’ll show you,” he whispered.
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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 4 – Getting to Know You
Norrington looked down and saw Jack trying to focus at him. His hand was still between Norrington’s hands, and was limp. “Jack? You’re awake?”
Jack looked at him as best he could. He looked almost cross-eyed. “I’m hungry, and I’d like me ‘and back.” He seemed to focus on him finally. “Norrington? No. Come back after I’ve had some food to give me strength and I’ll fight you then. I’m too weak right now.” He tried to get his hand back, but James kept holding it, not even realizing what he was doing.
“Jack, I’m not here to fight you. I’m here to help. Let me get you some food first, and then we’ll talk.” He went to the door and told his guard to get a plate of easily digested food, “and a bottle of rum, if you please.” The guard saluted and walked away. Norrington went back to Jack to wait for the food.
“Norrington, last thing I remember was havin’ a bit of trouble with a couple of slavers in St. John. They seemed to think I was a slave and I was just explainin’ how as they were mistaken. When did you arrive?”
“You were being whipped to death. I couldn’t bear it, so I bought you.”
“You were cheated.”
“It was only a farthing.”
“Like I said, you were cheated. I’ll not be a slave to any man. Not even the great Commodore Norrington.”
“I don’t mean you to be one. Once you are feeling well enough, you are free to go. But I shall keep your papers in case you are brought up on piracy charges again. They can’t hang a slave without the master’s permission.”
Jack thought for a moment, frowning. “I appreciate the sentiment, mate, but I can’t be slave to any man, even if it be in name only. When I leave, I’ll want those papers.”
There was a knock at the door. Norrington went and got the tray, bringing it back. “Supper time, Captain Sparrow.” He took the covers off of the various dishes. “Do you prefer clear soup, gruel, or creamed cobbler to start you off?”
“Rum.”
“I’ll give you some later, after you have something in your stomach.” He took the gruel and a spoon and sat down to help Jack eat.
Jack tried to move, but was barely able to lift his hand. This seemed to anger him. “What ‘ave you done to me?”
“You’re just weak. You have been unconscious for over two months. You’ll have to build up your strength, so eat.” He brought the spoon to Jack’s lips.
Jack took a sip, then fairly inhaled the rest due to his hunger. “Yer right, I’m hungry enough. But let’s just forget custom eh, and just give it to me from the bowl.”
James propped Jack up to an inclined position with pillows, and started feeding him the gruel from the bowl. After the gruel, he fed him the soup the same way, and then the creamed cobbler. When he was finished, he took the napkin and cleaned Jack’s face and neck where just a little trickle of cobbler managed to stray.
Jack watched as James finished cleaning him up. “Commodore, why are you bothering with me? I’ve been nothing but a pain in your arse since we met, and I gathered by the length of the rope last time that you didn’t particularly like me.”
“Call me James. Truth to tell, I’m not really sure. I know I didn’t want the slavers to beat you to death, as I believe that hanging is a far more lenient punishment, and you had never done anything to warrant torture. But since then…” He fumbled with his thoughts and words. “Since then, I’ve thought about what you’ve done and what kind of man you must be in order to save Elizabeth Swann without regard for your own safety, and I decided that you ARE a good man, as young Mr. Turner had said at the hanging.” He looked down, almost afraid to truly voice it. “And also since then, I’ve found that I have feelings for you of a most unnatural kind. I’m sorry if this offends you, Captain Sparrow, and as I said you are free to go as soon as you are able.”
Sparrow Smiled. “There’s no offense to be taken, James” He managed to move his hand off of the bed to Norrington’s hand. “Call me Jack. I don’t hold for me friends to call me ‘Captain’ unless they’re part of me crew and in public.” He held James’ hand as best he could, squeezing it weakly. “James, YOU are a good man. I’m a pirate. I have had feelin’s for ye since ye let me go a year ago, and they’re not ‘unnatural.’ But nothing good can come of this. Ye’ll eventually have to hang me. We both know it.”
Norrington dropped the napkin completely and touched a finger to Jack’s lips to shut him up. “Jack, you can stay here if you wish. My officers know about you being here, and I know they suspect my feelings toward you. More than once, Gillette has seen me here, holding your hand or stroking your face, trying to will you into waking. The officers will keep it from the admiralty and from the men. You would be welcome here.”
“Pampered, more like. No, James. I can’t live in a cage, no matter how gilded it might be. You ’n’ me both know I’ll be out of ‘ere when I can, and you’ll be tryin’ to hang me shortly thereafter. But for now I’ll give ye this. I’m right more’n fond of ye, James. When I’m up to it, I’ll show you how much more.”
James bent over and kissed Jack on the forehead, letting his lips linger. He stood up slowly, and went to get the bottle of rum and the glass that he had left in the other room, returned, and poured a small glass of the golden liquid. He brought the glass forward to Jack’s lips, and let him drink it. “And I’ll show you,” he whispered.
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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!!!