A Pleasant Holliday?
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male › Sparrington
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
26
Views:
5,880
Reviews:
61
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Chapter 5 - Presents and Surprises
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 5 – Presents and a Surprise
The next week dragged by. Every day, the man that Norrington had hired would help Jack to exercise his body, help him eat and drink, and would report all of Jack’s improvements to James. Every evening, James would make Jack show him the improvements (raising hands, head, legs, etc. as far as he could for as long as he could), and to play with Jack’s hair, putting more braids and trinkets into it. Jack didn’t want to look at himself yet. “M’hair’s too short. I’ll see it when yer done, love.”
At the end of the week, Jack was able to raise his arms, and each leg individually. He could sit up for short moments in order for someone else to put cushions behind him, and he was now eating (quite a bit of) solid food. That evening, James brought him a present when he came in.
When he arrived, James found Jack in the bed as usual, but this time, his legs were bent, and he was reading a book propped on his lap. He was wearing Norrington’s nightshirt, as usual, and it was starting to get dirty. Some of his hair was short enough that, had there been no trinkets weighing it down, it would stand up on end with the braids, but all in all, he looked quite well, especially compared to what he looked like even a week ago.
His muscles were starting to come back, and the skin tone was getting closer to the bronze that James remembered so fondly. Apparently the man he’d hired was letting Jack sit in the sun at the window.
“Jack, I have something for you, so that you know that you’re not my prisoner.” He brought the packages over to the bed and set them down on the chair.
Jack closed and moved the book off of his lap by himself and grinned. His voice was getting stronger as well, though far from his usual unfaltering tone. “Aye? Give it over then, love.”
James smiled at the pirate’s childlike demand for the present, pulled a tricorn hat out of the packages, and placed it on the pirate’s head. Jack reached up carefully with both hands and brought it quickly to his lap, still weak. He looked at it, smiling sadly. “It’s a beautiful hat, love. Almost a twin of me own. Thank you. But I hardly feel less of a prisoner, James. I can just imagine tryin’ ta walk out of your quarters wearin’ naught but me hat.”
James smiled, a little giddy inside, and choked down a giggle. “Really, Jack? Well, no matter. That’s not the only thing I’ve brought you.” He pulled out a white shirt and blue breeches, much like the ones that Sparrow usually wore.
Jack grinned widely. “Now those be clothes I can wear out of here!” James put them on the bedside table, and took out a brand new version of a familiar looking coat, showed it to Jack, and laid it on the table with the other clothing. He lifted two sashes, a baldric, sword, belt, and pistol with full cartridge belt from the packages and put them on Jack’s lap.
“Now if you think I’m your enemy, you can feel more secure that I won’t kill you.” He put the items on the growing pile on the night stand.
“That sword looks familiar. Where did you get it?”
“No questions yet, Jack. Leave them till the end, as I have an even bigger surprise for you.”
Jack lay there, his face pure child’s curiosity.
James pulled a pair of boots and stockings out of the packages and put them on Jack’s lap, removing the hat to the bedside table. “I took the liberty of having your feet measured before you regained your senses.”
Jack looked at the boots. “Yer tryin’ ta make me feel like me old self, aren’t ye James? These are twin to me old boots, even down to the nick in the right toe.” He looked closer. “This is no nick, James. There’s a dagger in there. You had these commissioned with a blacksmith. And not many could have thought of this, let alone made it.” He looked at him intently, one eyebrow raised.
“Yes Jack. Will Turner made the sword and the dagger specifically for you as I asked him to.” He showed Jack how to bang the heel just right to have the dagger extend and how to cock the heel back to draw the dagger into the toe.
“Tha’s impossible. I know where young William is, and it’s nowhere you can find him.”
A familiar voice answered from the other room. “Guess again, Jack.” Will Turner walked in, looking for all the world like the pirate Jack made him into. “The Commodore had Captain Gillette find us with the Dauntless and run up a flag of truce. When Gillette told me about the Commodore having you as a ‘guest’ at Port Royal and gave me a letter of safe passage, I couldn’t wait to see you. We thought you were dead.” He moved to the bed and gave Jack a hug. James noticed that it lasted just a little long for camaraderie.
When they broke apart, James noticed that Will was trying to hide tears from Jack. Jack noticed as well, but didn’t say anything.
“Jack, I think I agree with Commodore Norrington. If you go back to the ship as you are now, it’ll damage the crew’s confidence. Stay here and get better. The Commodore has offered me that I can help you out during the days. I’ve agreed. Anamaria will look after the Pearl, which has safe passage for the duration of your stay.”
“Now wait a minute, whelp. You are to go back to the Pearl and get as far away from here as possible. I don’t need the navy to get edgy and sink my Lady by mistake, and I don’t need to worry about how fast you’ll be on the gallows if my ‘host’ here decides that he’s jealous of ye.” He gave a meaningful leer at Norrington.
James blushed. “I have had a heartfelt discussion with young Mr. Turner here, and we have come to an agreement. While Mr. Turner will amuse you during the day, you are mine at night, to do with as I please. And tonight I have deemed you strong enough for me to be ‘pleasant.’”
Will chuckled. “Well, Jack. I’ll see you in the morning. Enjoy your tryst. If it gets too loud, prepare for company.” He winked, and walked into the next room.
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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 5 – Presents and a Surprise
The next week dragged by. Every day, the man that Norrington had hired would help Jack to exercise his body, help him eat and drink, and would report all of Jack’s improvements to James. Every evening, James would make Jack show him the improvements (raising hands, head, legs, etc. as far as he could for as long as he could), and to play with Jack’s hair, putting more braids and trinkets into it. Jack didn’t want to look at himself yet. “M’hair’s too short. I’ll see it when yer done, love.”
At the end of the week, Jack was able to raise his arms, and each leg individually. He could sit up for short moments in order for someone else to put cushions behind him, and he was now eating (quite a bit of) solid food. That evening, James brought him a present when he came in.
When he arrived, James found Jack in the bed as usual, but this time, his legs were bent, and he was reading a book propped on his lap. He was wearing Norrington’s nightshirt, as usual, and it was starting to get dirty. Some of his hair was short enough that, had there been no trinkets weighing it down, it would stand up on end with the braids, but all in all, he looked quite well, especially compared to what he looked like even a week ago.
His muscles were starting to come back, and the skin tone was getting closer to the bronze that James remembered so fondly. Apparently the man he’d hired was letting Jack sit in the sun at the window.
“Jack, I have something for you, so that you know that you’re not my prisoner.” He brought the packages over to the bed and set them down on the chair.
Jack closed and moved the book off of his lap by himself and grinned. His voice was getting stronger as well, though far from his usual unfaltering tone. “Aye? Give it over then, love.”
James smiled at the pirate’s childlike demand for the present, pulled a tricorn hat out of the packages, and placed it on the pirate’s head. Jack reached up carefully with both hands and brought it quickly to his lap, still weak. He looked at it, smiling sadly. “It’s a beautiful hat, love. Almost a twin of me own. Thank you. But I hardly feel less of a prisoner, James. I can just imagine tryin’ ta walk out of your quarters wearin’ naught but me hat.”
James smiled, a little giddy inside, and choked down a giggle. “Really, Jack? Well, no matter. That’s not the only thing I’ve brought you.” He pulled out a white shirt and blue breeches, much like the ones that Sparrow usually wore.
Jack grinned widely. “Now those be clothes I can wear out of here!” James put them on the bedside table, and took out a brand new version of a familiar looking coat, showed it to Jack, and laid it on the table with the other clothing. He lifted two sashes, a baldric, sword, belt, and pistol with full cartridge belt from the packages and put them on Jack’s lap.
“Now if you think I’m your enemy, you can feel more secure that I won’t kill you.” He put the items on the growing pile on the night stand.
“That sword looks familiar. Where did you get it?”
“No questions yet, Jack. Leave them till the end, as I have an even bigger surprise for you.”
Jack lay there, his face pure child’s curiosity.
James pulled a pair of boots and stockings out of the packages and put them on Jack’s lap, removing the hat to the bedside table. “I took the liberty of having your feet measured before you regained your senses.”
Jack looked at the boots. “Yer tryin’ ta make me feel like me old self, aren’t ye James? These are twin to me old boots, even down to the nick in the right toe.” He looked closer. “This is no nick, James. There’s a dagger in there. You had these commissioned with a blacksmith. And not many could have thought of this, let alone made it.” He looked at him intently, one eyebrow raised.
“Yes Jack. Will Turner made the sword and the dagger specifically for you as I asked him to.” He showed Jack how to bang the heel just right to have the dagger extend and how to cock the heel back to draw the dagger into the toe.
“Tha’s impossible. I know where young William is, and it’s nowhere you can find him.”
A familiar voice answered from the other room. “Guess again, Jack.” Will Turner walked in, looking for all the world like the pirate Jack made him into. “The Commodore had Captain Gillette find us with the Dauntless and run up a flag of truce. When Gillette told me about the Commodore having you as a ‘guest’ at Port Royal and gave me a letter of safe passage, I couldn’t wait to see you. We thought you were dead.” He moved to the bed and gave Jack a hug. James noticed that it lasted just a little long for camaraderie.
When they broke apart, James noticed that Will was trying to hide tears from Jack. Jack noticed as well, but didn’t say anything.
“Jack, I think I agree with Commodore Norrington. If you go back to the ship as you are now, it’ll damage the crew’s confidence. Stay here and get better. The Commodore has offered me that I can help you out during the days. I’ve agreed. Anamaria will look after the Pearl, which has safe passage for the duration of your stay.”
“Now wait a minute, whelp. You are to go back to the Pearl and get as far away from here as possible. I don’t need the navy to get edgy and sink my Lady by mistake, and I don’t need to worry about how fast you’ll be on the gallows if my ‘host’ here decides that he’s jealous of ye.” He gave a meaningful leer at Norrington.
James blushed. “I have had a heartfelt discussion with young Mr. Turner here, and we have come to an agreement. While Mr. Turner will amuse you during the day, you are mine at night, to do with as I please. And tonight I have deemed you strong enough for me to be ‘pleasant.’”
Will chuckled. “Well, Jack. I’ll see you in the morning. Enjoy your tryst. If it gets too loud, prepare for company.” He winked, and walked into the next room.
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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!!!