Preventing A Mutiny
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
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4,694
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1
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Decisions
A/N: It appears that I'd managed to fuck chapter 6 up, and instead of the intended 400 words, it was snubbed into barely 20 by a glitch in my mad italicing skillz. Poor eunuch. It's fixed and sutured up now though, so anyone who's actually reading this, should get a bit more out of it. Pardon the inconvenience.
- dd
Onto chapter 7:
Decisions
It was the relentless, choking pounding of his heart that woke him up and forced him to realize in sharp, unpleasant pain, that he was panting, trembling naked behind the cabin door, hand on the latch, squeezing the damned key in his fist hard enough for the indentations to bloom in red.
The horror, incomparable to the recurring nightmares, of what he was about to do, as it washed and ebbed through his mind in the tidal wave of a lingering dream.
Somehow, the lucid, tempting, terrifying realm, the delusive gauze separating the soporific beasts of haunting Hell from feasting on James’ blood and bone, had unraveled and weaved back again, to guide a path for the Admiral to take - to follow orders, as they were dealt - insubordination, any failure to comply, punishable by shame…
“...disobedience by death,” cut Beckett’s cold reminder through the men, if they could be still described as such, standing in an orderly row aboard the Dutchman for inspection. The Lord’s voice melded with Admiral Norrington’s escaping thoughts, the little demons which frolicked behind his stoic face as he stepped on Beckett‘s side, only laughing at him when he tried to swat them away.
Having reasserted himself to his full content, Lord Beckett commanded Norrington, while not breaking contact with Captain Jones’ eyes, to take part in the evening’s report, the word twisting into ‘rapport’ as it rolled off Beckett’s tongue once he’d had his taste of Jones’ reaction. Without affording James so much as a look, the Lord joined his acolyte who loomed near, as always, like the lingering terror of a fitful night.
The key burned a hole in the Admiral’s starched uniform as it laid unbearably, unsolicitous and innocent, in James’ pocket, as he hastened to acknowledge the orders, carefully averting Davy’s gaze.
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- dd
Onto chapter 7:
Decisions
It was the relentless, choking pounding of his heart that woke him up and forced him to realize in sharp, unpleasant pain, that he was panting, trembling naked behind the cabin door, hand on the latch, squeezing the damned key in his fist hard enough for the indentations to bloom in red.
The horror, incomparable to the recurring nightmares, of what he was about to do, as it washed and ebbed through his mind in the tidal wave of a lingering dream.
Somehow, the lucid, tempting, terrifying realm, the delusive gauze separating the soporific beasts of haunting Hell from feasting on James’ blood and bone, had unraveled and weaved back again, to guide a path for the Admiral to take - to follow orders, as they were dealt - insubordination, any failure to comply, punishable by shame…
“...disobedience by death,” cut Beckett’s cold reminder through the men, if they could be still described as such, standing in an orderly row aboard the Dutchman for inspection. The Lord’s voice melded with Admiral Norrington’s escaping thoughts, the little demons which frolicked behind his stoic face as he stepped on Beckett‘s side, only laughing at him when he tried to swat them away.
Having reasserted himself to his full content, Lord Beckett commanded Norrington, while not breaking contact with Captain Jones’ eyes, to take part in the evening’s report, the word twisting into ‘rapport’ as it rolled off Beckett’s tongue once he’d had his taste of Jones’ reaction. Without affording James so much as a look, the Lord joined his acolyte who loomed near, as always, like the lingering terror of a fitful night.
The key burned a hole in the Admiral’s starched uniform as it laid unbearably, unsolicitous and innocent, in James’ pocket, as he hastened to acknowledge the orders, carefully averting Davy’s gaze.
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