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This is just fiction about some fictional characters. So don’t get your knickers in a twist about copyrights or ownership or Norrington being a right bastard. It’s just for fun.
Norrington’s Fate
Captain Jack Sparrow stood on the deck of the Black Pearl on a moonless night, staring into the blackness of the ocean. Nothing seemed right. Everything was supposed to be going so well, but he was standing in the cold dark air while Will was in the cabin and that was just wrong.
He closed his eyes and thought back to earlier in the day.
He’d been standing in this very spot, watching the last of the slave traders settled on the tiny deck of the Matthew. The sailors from the Interceptor II were already lined up, blindfolded and bound, back to back, in cramped rows; they had been there since the Black Pearl and the other two ships in the insurgent fleet had parted ways at dawn. None of them knew where they were, or even what time of day it was. The clouded sky prevented them from even sensing the noontime sun. The perfect way to set them adrift. Everything was perfect.
Oh, and there was Will Turner scrabbling over the railing. God, he loved watching Will climb over the railing. Climb over anything, come to think of it. Something about the way his pants clung to his arse whenever he spread his legs.
Will greeted him with a discrete peck on the cheek. How charming. Then Gibbs gave the signal that the prisoners aboard the Matthew were secured. “Very well, luv, time to set your Commodore free, in a manner of speaking. Care to accompany me below?”
Will didn’t like the idea of visiting the Pearl’s brig; Jack could see that. But he tagged along, unwilling to let Jack alone with Norrington for even a moment. He clearly did not understand the reasons for the rivalry and hostility between the two men, but he perceived the presence of it clearly enough.
Will understood why Norrington hated him. Will had terribly disappointed Elizabeth, and would expect her husband to view him with derision. However, Norrington did get to marry her, so Will naively figured that would level the score. But why had Norrington left himself so open to attack in his zeal to capture Jack?
Norrington stood in the corner of the cell, ramrod straight spine and shoulders back, in filthy shirtsleeves and torn trousers. Better dressed than most of his crew, but he didn’t know that yet. Jack would have given a fair lot to see the look on his face when he discovered the general state of undress of his crew. All donations, he would have assured him, went to a good cause. Charlotte, in particular, looked splendid in the Commodore’s best dress uniform, after Kay had helped her take in the waist and adjust the trousers a little. Okonkwo looked very fine in his new gear as well, but Jack suspected the healer would discard the high-necked red wool coat as soon as possible, in favour of something more comfortable and practical.
“Ah, Commodore, so good of you to wait for us. I fear our all-too-short visit is about to come to a conclusion.” Jack jangled the keys to the cell merrily.
“Sparrow, you dog! This outrage will not go unpunished!” Norrington sputtered. “And you…” he snarled, catching sight of Will. “Your indecent behaviour has been duly noted and will be reported to all and sundry.”
Will affected a look of such utter innocence and surprise at this outburst that Jack felt his heart melt in his chest. A feeling quickly pushed aside for later reference, as Jack had work to finish.
“Commodore,” he cooed, voice suddenly husky, “I fear you spend far too much of your time contemplating the behaviour, indecent or not, of young Mr. Turner. I detect an inappropriate interest on your part, and it does not – no, not at all – please me.”
Norrington backed himself up against the far wall of the cell. The fear in his eyes was real. Will could not see the wicked grin on Jack’s face. Just as well, it would have alarmed him far too much.
Jack opened the cell door and stepped lightly inside. Cages didn’t make him nervous. He crept up to Norrington and leaned in close. “I know all about you, Commodore. I saw the look on your face, and what you did to Will.” He prodded at Norrington’s groin with the large ring from which the keys dangled. “And I know how much you enjoyed it.” Voice all quiet-like, so Will couldn’t make out the words. “Pathetic, really, picking on an innocent boy.”
Jack had to work not to laugh at his own words. He knew how much less innocent Will was now than he’d been when they met. But Will still had no idea, was still far too innocent, to understand why Norrington had enjoyed having Will tied up like that. “How about something a little more sporting, eh? How about going a few rounds with someone who,” Jack nudged again with the key ring, one spiny perpendicular key poking particularly hard, and was rewarded with a gasp of alarm, “really knows what they’re doing, savvy?”
“Jack, just get him out of here!” Will called out, alarmed by the menace Jack displayed and the terror it seemed to be inducing.
Jack backed off, reluctantly. “Saved by the boy,” he whispered. “So I’ll just let this be a warning. Don’t come looking for him, because you’re sure to find me. Have we got an accord?”
Norrington nodded, bobbing his head automatically.
Jack sighed and fumbled in his waistcoat for the little flask of rum he kept in the, ah, there it was. Only a few swallows, but they’d be a good start. He remembered watching the Matthew receding into the distance that afternoon, bound and blindfolded Norrington standing midships, lashed to the mast, yelling out curses to no avail. He was directing his ire to the starboard side of the Matthew, and the Pearl had already swiftly and silently changed her bearing and had long gone to portside. They would change course several times more before dusk, and now, at the very beginning of the middle watch, they were still only headed vaguely toward their true destination. It wouldn’t do to be tracked.
He supposed those on the Matthew, if they had not already been found, would be rescued sometime before the next dusk. They’d been dropped a few islands west of Port Royal, close enough that shipping traffic would spot them easily. Anchor dragging but not caught in the shallows, they wouldn’t drift much. Jack figured they got out of the ropes within a few hours, but were unable to move anywhere, being without sails or oars of any kind.
This gentlemanly way of piracy wasn’t entirely to his liking. He’d rather have done them all in, but there were preachers and mothers and freemen and women who didn’t want their new lives to be at the expense of others’ lives. And he had a very decent blacksmith to consider.
A very decent blacksmith who probably hated him, now. He’d sworn, sworn! he wouldn’t do anything to hurt Will. But in his frenzy, his passion, his damnable lust for the lad, he’d gone to far, he’d pushed too hard. The squeal, and the hurt look on Will’s face, someone bumping their head on the headboard, he couldn’t tell who, and the way he jumped. Jack buried his face in his hands. Would serve him right if he were never trusted again.
It all started out so nicely, with dinner in the cabin, and a few glasses of wine, and then retiring to the bed with clean fresh sheets and privacy. And then, he didn’t know, the wine had affected him, Will had affected him. He wanted Will so badly, didn’t take the proper time, the proper care. It was all a jumble.
He could just slip over the railing and drop into the dead water and no one would be the wiser.
“Jack?”
Jack peeked through his fingers.
Oh god. Will, shirt open, chest gleaming in spite of the lack of moonlight, standing with legs apart, bare feet planted firmly on the planks, one hand extended. Right in front of him.
“You all right?”
He nodded, then shook his head. He had no idea.
“Don’t be distressed,” Will said. “I’m sorry I’m so clumsy. I must disappoint you so…”
Jack straightened up. He couldn’t have heard right. He swivelled to fully face Will. “You have never, ever, disappointed me, luv. I only ever disappoint myself.”
Will smiled shyly. “So, you’ll give me another chance?”
Jack opened his arms and drew Will into them. That felt much better, to have the boy wriggling in his embrace. Drove the cold of the mists away. Will finally stopped squirming when he was securely wedged between the rail and Jack, with his full body draped over the pirate, hands on the small of Jack’s back and thighs snuggled around Jack’s left leg. He rested his head on Jack’s shoulder.
“That’s where I’d like you, luv, forever. But if you insist on following that infuriating family of yours to that godforsaken island, I’ll hug the land until you’re ready to join me back on board.”
That must have been the right thing to say, because Will nuzzled Jack’s neck and gave him a little lick. Then he rolled his hips and dragged his cock across Jack’s thigh.
“You didn’t even have to stay with the Pearl. You could have gone over to the Dauntless and joined them right away, you know.”
Uh-oh, wrong thing to say. Will pulled back suddenly.
“I would have come right back to you, on my honour.”
“No, I couldn’t leave you alone with Norrington.”
Jack took in the tension, the deep eyebrow crease. Hit a nerve, did he?
“Jealous of what I might have done with your Commodore, then?” he teased.
“He’s not my commodore, and hardly jealous, but I couldn’t let you harm him.” Determined to be honourable, the lad was.
Jack reached up to stroke Will’s fair cheek. His fingers grazed the sharp line of the bone remembering the angry red imprint of the Commodore’s hand there, and settled at the corner of lips set thin in vexation. “Luv, after what he did to you, I assure you, it took the utmost self-control not to slit him from stem to stern and hang him from the crow’s nest, a feast for the gulls.”
Will’s reaction to that: seething anger with Jack for opposing his wishes, fierce passion conflicting with sheer embarrassment at the implication that Will required protection of any kind, absolutely overwhelmed that Jack felt so strongly for him, trying not to give in to his own feelings. It was a most enjoyable war to observe played out on Will’s face, taking part predominantly in the vicinity of the forehead as it did.
Time to end the internal strife. “However, I swore a vow to not physically harm the Commodore, so Norrington is safe as houses. Unless you’ve changed your mind and want to turn around?”
Will shook his head vehemently. Jack hoped he would do that, as it made chestnut curls frame his face in such a lovely way. Will melted back into his position against Jack. That was better. And Jack loved this relaxed, pliant Will. Gave him so very many ideas about what he would like to do with the rest of the night.
“Jack?”
“Hmm?”
“About earlier?”
“Don’t fret, luv, we’ve got plenty of time.”
“I mean, much earlier, below deck.”
Jack pulled back to look at Will’s face.
“What did you mean, about Norrington having a go with someone who, well, who knows what they’re doing? Do you, I mean, does he…” Will got that flustered look. Ooh, Jack wished he would get that look more often. It was so captivating. “Do you desire him?”
Jack laughed. Oops, wrong thing to do. Will looked self-conscious, but not in an alluring way, in an uncomfortable way. Best correct that. “Luv, I harbour no desire of any kind for the Commodore.” Other than to see him strung up and gutted, of course, but there was no need to further discuss that.
Will relaxed again. “I was worried, I mean, I wasn’t sure what was going on.”
And how horrified would the naïve and innocent young man be if he knew that his mistreatment at the hands of Norrington had given the other man pleasure? That kind of pleasure? No, it would not do for Will to be introduced to such concepts, not for a long time yet.
“Just some old fashioned threats among seafaring men, savvy?” Jack assured him. “Nothing to fret over. He won’t be bothering you again.” He once again stroked the delicate line of Will’s cheek. “I just love this,” he murmured without realizing he was speaking aloud, “I just love everything about you.” The skin under his fingers heated, making him realize he had said it. “Can we go back inside, so I can show you?”
Will stood back and looked into Jack’s dark eyes. They glittered.
“Show me what, Jack?”
Jack swallowed noisily. Kept his eyes glued to Will’s, wide and bright.
“Let me show you how much I desire you.”
Next: Chapter 44 The Man Doing The Breaching
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