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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
3,642
Reviews:
39
Recommended:
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Chapter 8 - The Letter
And the Winds of Destiny, by Hellborne (the_ferret_mom@yahoo.com)
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG-13
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. # is used for speech/writing in German. * - * - * is used for scene change/elapsed time.
Summary: How do you cheer up a depressed Sparrow?
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She’s fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
A/N: Apparently some fangirls went to Greg Ellis and asked him Groves’ first name. I don’t know if it was in reference for fanfics or if he even reads them, but hopefully he doesn’t take offense if he does. Anyway, it’s officially Theodore Groves, so any fics that I had previously done have had the name changed.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This is the sequel to “The Makings of a Pirate”. If you don’t read the first story, you’re missing EVERYTHING, so if you haven’t read it, please go do so and come back or you won’t understand anything.
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, the muses go out gambling (we DO live in Las Vegas, after all) and I can’t get any writing done. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
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May the wind always be at your back
And the sun always upon your face
And the winds of destiny to carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
--Old Irish Blessing as quoted by George Jung (“Blow”)
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Chapter 8 – The Letter
“Your Royal Majesty King George I”
#Dear Uncle George.
#There is no need to punish Commodore Gillette; he is actually quite capable of punishing himself. I have sent him on a very humbling but educational journey.
#As to the issue we have been discussing, may I suggest Lawrence for the office? He’s quite competent, vastly knowledgeable of how to run things as you well know, and sailed on my flagship for two years giving good service whilst learning the trade.
#I would so much enjoy returning to my life, if you feel that Lawrence would be acceptable to you, please send him along post-haste, preferably with this messenger. I do look forward to seeing him after these two years that he’s been at court.
#Your favorite nephew, faithful subject and good servant,#
“Raymond Stewart, Lord Smythe-Douglass
Earl and Governor of Jamaica
Viceroy of the West Indies
First Sea Lord of the Caribbean
Admiral of the Black Fleet”
Raymond read over the letter again and sealed it with his crest, putting it in the dispatch satchel and calling for his equerry. “Anthony, please fetch Captain Groves for me.” He sat down to write a second letter.
“Yes, sir.” The servant left.
When Groves arrived, Raymond was in his dressing gown. “Ted, I need someone you can trust to take a letter to King George in total confidence. Do you know anyone other than yourself who would qualify? I don’t want you gone for that length of time.”
Groves thought for a moment. “MacGreggor is trustworthy. Shall he be waiting for an answer?”
“Yes, either written or with a passenger. Have him go down to my private sloop at the dock and hand the captain this letter.” Raymond produced a letter and the dispatch satchel and handed them both to Ted. “The ship sails with the morning tide. He is to bring the letter directly to King George. The satchel itself should get him through all of the court jesters people usually have to deal with.”
“Raymond, might I ask your reason for writing such an urgent message to the king?”
“I’m tired, Ted. I’m asking George to send a replacement. There is nothing exciting to do here. I want the wind on my face and the spray of the sea. I want to get out of these ridiculous clothes and stop acting like a bloody popinjay. I didn’t even have to do that at court! I hate Lord Smythe-Douglass every bit as much as Commodore Gillette does...maybe more because I hear the poof speaking at every waking moment.” He looked forlorn. “I just want my life back, Ted. Is that really too much to ask?”
Ted smiled sympathetically. “For the common man, that’s not too much to ask. But you are an Earl of the realm, m’lord, and the most powerful man in the Caribbean; it is your station and duty to stay in office.”
“Bugger that, Ted. I know I told you to remind me when I miss my old life. But the correspondence in that satchel could be exactly what I need to get my freedom back.”
“How is that?”
“My eldest son is twenty-four years old, and I’ve made sure to afford him the right experiences to take my place in every way.”
“But you have so much more experience than he.”
“I would hope so. By the time I was twenty-four, I’d been captain of the Pearl for six years. But he sailed on the Pearl under me, giving good service for two years, and has been at court in England for the last two. He knows the ins and outs of British politics, and has as much of uncle George’s ear as I do.”
“Uncle George?”
“I said I was 67th in line for the British throne. I’m also 37th in line for the crown of France. I told you that I summered with George and his family in Hanover. But I don’t remember mentioning that I’m Charles Stuart’s youngest son.”
“You’re a son of King Charles II?”
Raymond smiled. “Yes, and he was a wonderful father; I was five when he died. Anyway, Robert Richmond, my titular father, had been sent to the Caribbean when I was six, and when I was seven he made arrangements for me to meet him here on Jamaica. Uncle George almost ordered him home rather than let me go. You know, if George had done that, I wouldn’t have been on that ship when the Pearl attacked, and Captain Jack Sparrow would never have existed.”
Ted’s mind was in a whirl. He’d known that Raymond was high in the British peerage and had connections to royalty, but had no idea that he was one of the sons of that Merry Monarch Charles II! “And I take it you’ll be departing immediately he arrives?”
Raymond smiled. “No, Ted. I’ll remain here for a month or two after he arrives. I want him to feel comfortable with being governor before I ‘retire’. So relax, Ted. And don’t worry about Lawrence holding his own against Gillette. He’s not as patient as I am, true, which is why I’ve made sure that Gillette will be properly trained before Lawrence ever meets him, else our poor Commodore will likely be on his way to the Tower of London within a week of me leaving the Governor’s Mansion.”
“Good night, Raymond.” He turned to leave.
“Ted?” Groves looked back toward Raymond. “You’re welcome to join me on the Pearl when I leave. But I do beg you to give Lawrence a chance.”
“Ted smiled. “Thank you, Raymond. I appreciate the offer, and I promise to give your son a chance, as you put it, but I fear that by the time you retire, if he is anything as capable and charismatic as you, its shall be quite a difficult choice. I’d better get going. MacGreggor will need to pack his kit and get moving.” Groves bowed courteously, turned on his heel, and left.
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TBC
A/N: Ok, now I've posted TWO chapters...I want some people to tell me what I'm doing wrong that I don't deserve reviews! At least flame the shit out of me if you don't like it! I know there's no sex in this...but don't you at least like SOME action/adventure in your lives? Life isn't ALL sex!!! Now hit that REVIEW button and tell me what you think!
Pirates of the Caribbean – PG-13
Copyright. Characters, not mine. See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention: / is used for thoughts. # is used for speech/writing in German. * - * - * is used for scene change/elapsed time.
Summary: How do you cheer up a depressed Sparrow?
Beta: The great BetaGoddess Pendragginink. She’s fantastic! And way too modest for her own good!
A/N: Apparently some fangirls went to Greg Ellis and asked him Groves’ first name. I don’t know if it was in reference for fanfics or if he even reads them, but hopefully he doesn’t take offense if he does. Anyway, it’s officially Theodore Groves, so any fics that I had previously done have had the name changed.
IMPORTANT NOTE: This is the sequel to “The Makings of a Pirate”. If you don’t read the first story, you’re missing EVERYTHING, so if you haven’t read it, please go do so and come back or you won’t understand anything.
NOTE: I live for reviews. No reviews, the muses go out gambling (we DO live in Las Vegas, after all) and I can’t get any writing done. Can’t figure out if anyone likes it if they don’t review. So REVIEW! PLEEEEEEZE???
* - * - * - * - * - * - * - *
May the wind always be at your back
And the sun always upon your face
And the winds of destiny to carry you aloft to dance with the stars.
--Old Irish Blessing as quoted by George Jung (“Blow”)
* - * - * - * - * - * - * - *
Chapter 8 – The Letter
“Your Royal Majesty King George I”
#Dear Uncle George.
#There is no need to punish Commodore Gillette; he is actually quite capable of punishing himself. I have sent him on a very humbling but educational journey.
#As to the issue we have been discussing, may I suggest Lawrence for the office? He’s quite competent, vastly knowledgeable of how to run things as you well know, and sailed on my flagship for two years giving good service whilst learning the trade.
#I would so much enjoy returning to my life, if you feel that Lawrence would be acceptable to you, please send him along post-haste, preferably with this messenger. I do look forward to seeing him after these two years that he’s been at court.
#Your favorite nephew, faithful subject and good servant,#
“Raymond Stewart, Lord Smythe-Douglass
Earl and Governor of Jamaica
Viceroy of the West Indies
First Sea Lord of the Caribbean
Admiral of the Black Fleet”
Raymond read over the letter again and sealed it with his crest, putting it in the dispatch satchel and calling for his equerry. “Anthony, please fetch Captain Groves for me.” He sat down to write a second letter.
“Yes, sir.” The servant left.
When Groves arrived, Raymond was in his dressing gown. “Ted, I need someone you can trust to take a letter to King George in total confidence. Do you know anyone other than yourself who would qualify? I don’t want you gone for that length of time.”
Groves thought for a moment. “MacGreggor is trustworthy. Shall he be waiting for an answer?”
“Yes, either written or with a passenger. Have him go down to my private sloop at the dock and hand the captain this letter.” Raymond produced a letter and the dispatch satchel and handed them both to Ted. “The ship sails with the morning tide. He is to bring the letter directly to King George. The satchel itself should get him through all of the court jesters people usually have to deal with.”
“Raymond, might I ask your reason for writing such an urgent message to the king?”
“I’m tired, Ted. I’m asking George to send a replacement. There is nothing exciting to do here. I want the wind on my face and the spray of the sea. I want to get out of these ridiculous clothes and stop acting like a bloody popinjay. I didn’t even have to do that at court! I hate Lord Smythe-Douglass every bit as much as Commodore Gillette does...maybe more because I hear the poof speaking at every waking moment.” He looked forlorn. “I just want my life back, Ted. Is that really too much to ask?”
Ted smiled sympathetically. “For the common man, that’s not too much to ask. But you are an Earl of the realm, m’lord, and the most powerful man in the Caribbean; it is your station and duty to stay in office.”
“Bugger that, Ted. I know I told you to remind me when I miss my old life. But the correspondence in that satchel could be exactly what I need to get my freedom back.”
“How is that?”
“My eldest son is twenty-four years old, and I’ve made sure to afford him the right experiences to take my place in every way.”
“But you have so much more experience than he.”
“I would hope so. By the time I was twenty-four, I’d been captain of the Pearl for six years. But he sailed on the Pearl under me, giving good service for two years, and has been at court in England for the last two. He knows the ins and outs of British politics, and has as much of uncle George’s ear as I do.”
“Uncle George?”
“I said I was 67th in line for the British throne. I’m also 37th in line for the crown of France. I told you that I summered with George and his family in Hanover. But I don’t remember mentioning that I’m Charles Stuart’s youngest son.”
“You’re a son of King Charles II?”
Raymond smiled. “Yes, and he was a wonderful father; I was five when he died. Anyway, Robert Richmond, my titular father, had been sent to the Caribbean when I was six, and when I was seven he made arrangements for me to meet him here on Jamaica. Uncle George almost ordered him home rather than let me go. You know, if George had done that, I wouldn’t have been on that ship when the Pearl attacked, and Captain Jack Sparrow would never have existed.”
Ted’s mind was in a whirl. He’d known that Raymond was high in the British peerage and had connections to royalty, but had no idea that he was one of the sons of that Merry Monarch Charles II! “And I take it you’ll be departing immediately he arrives?”
Raymond smiled. “No, Ted. I’ll remain here for a month or two after he arrives. I want him to feel comfortable with being governor before I ‘retire’. So relax, Ted. And don’t worry about Lawrence holding his own against Gillette. He’s not as patient as I am, true, which is why I’ve made sure that Gillette will be properly trained before Lawrence ever meets him, else our poor Commodore will likely be on his way to the Tower of London within a week of me leaving the Governor’s Mansion.”
“Good night, Raymond.” He turned to leave.
“Ted?” Groves looked back toward Raymond. “You’re welcome to join me on the Pearl when I leave. But I do beg you to give Lawrence a chance.”
“Ted smiled. “Thank you, Raymond. I appreciate the offer, and I promise to give your son a chance, as you put it, but I fear that by the time you retire, if he is anything as capable and charismatic as you, its shall be quite a difficult choice. I’d better get going. MacGreggor will need to pack his kit and get moving.” Groves bowed courteously, turned on his heel, and left.
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TBC
A/N: Ok, now I've posted TWO chapters...I want some people to tell me what I'm doing wrong that I don't deserve reviews! At least flame the shit out of me if you don't like it! I know there's no sex in this...but don't you at least like SOME action/adventure in your lives? Life isn't ALL sex!!! Now hit that REVIEW button and tell me what you think!