Don't Take The Girl:
The bottle of rum that Norrington had already gone through had done next to nothing to consoling him, so he staggered over to his liquor cabinet to take out another. He was more drunk than he had thought, so as soon as he had a hold on the rum, he collapsed on the floor. His mind was still reeling from the events of the day.
'How could she choose a pirate?' he slurred to himself. 'Then again, she always had an affini.aniffini..a liking for them. But how could she?' His grip on consciousness began to slip, and he reeled into his memories.
//Flashback//
While Elizabeth was a pretty young girl, Norrington, at seventeen, was the youngest Lieutenant to join the British Navy, and he had put such thoughts aside as silly. When he allowed himself to think about it, he did assume that she would grow into a strong and moral young woman. Her obsession with pirates would have to go, though. He was lost in just such thoughts as these when he heard a light knock at his cabin door.
"Lieutenant, sir?" a light female voice floated through.
"Miss Swann, come in!" Norrington stood as she entered.
"I was wondering, sir." she trailed off, looking uncertain.
"Yes, go on." Norrington prompted.
"Well, sir, I was wondering if you might teach me some swordwork, sir." Her words came out in a rush that was barely above a whisper. Norrington almost laughed. Oh, was that all she wanted? he thought jovially. He had known that as soon as her little friend Will hard started fencing that the headstrong young girl would want to learn as well.
"Of course. We will start tomorrow." Norrington smiled kindly as the girl thanked him earnestly, even going so far as to rush over and hug him. Then, seeming embarrassed at her rash action, she blushed and almost ran out the door.
~*~*~*~
"Now, parry, and thrust. There, you've got it!" Norrington said happily as Elizabeth mastered a difficult maneuver. She was quick with the sword, and her speed made up for her lack of reach and weight. Norrington smiled fondly when he thought about the day she had shyly asked him for fencing lessons. That had been three years ago, and Elizabeth was now fifteen. She was indeed growing up into a fine young woman.
"Now, try this." Elizabeth had a difficult time following the dance of the sword, but dutifully tried to mimic it anyway. She was following through on a difficult downstroke when she lost her balance and fell. She put out her hands to break her fall, but instead of dirt they hit warm flesh. She looked up and found Norrington's emerald-colored eyes on her. She smiled shyly and went to move away, but Norrington caught her around the waist.
When he reflected on it late, he wasn't sure exactly what he had been thinking when he did it. All he could remember was the feel of Elizabeth's lips on his, and then the sharp pain as she pulled away and slapped him.
She didn't show up for her lesson the next day, or the next. When he approached her about it, she seemed reluctant to talk to him, giving an excuse about 'un-ladylike behaviors."
//End Flashback//
Norrington snapped out of reverie. He was far from sober, however, and took a swig of the rum in his hand as if to emphasize that. He stood and staggered to his desk. It took him about three whole minutes to open his top drawer and draw out the gun, and another two minutes to point it the right direction. His finger tightened on the trigger. The bottle of rum slipped out of his sweaty hand and fell to the floor, adding to the sound of a single gunshot.
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A/N: okay, yeah.um.I don't really know what to say.except that I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Goodnight all, and please review!!
Oh yeah
Disclaimer: I don't own Norrington. Yeah.
The bottle of rum that Norrington had already gone through had done next to nothing to consoling him, so he staggered over to his liquor cabinet to take out another. He was more drunk than he had thought, so as soon as he had a hold on the rum, he collapsed on the floor. His mind was still reeling from the events of the day.
'How could she choose a pirate?' he slurred to himself. 'Then again, she always had an affini.aniffini..a liking for them. But how could she?' His grip on consciousness began to slip, and he reeled into his memories.
//Flashback//
While Elizabeth was a pretty young girl, Norrington, at seventeen, was the youngest Lieutenant to join the British Navy, and he had put such thoughts aside as silly. When he allowed himself to think about it, he did assume that she would grow into a strong and moral young woman. Her obsession with pirates would have to go, though. He was lost in just such thoughts as these when he heard a light knock at his cabin door.
"Lieutenant, sir?" a light female voice floated through.
"Miss Swann, come in!" Norrington stood as she entered.
"I was wondering, sir." she trailed off, looking uncertain.
"Yes, go on." Norrington prompted.
"Well, sir, I was wondering if you might teach me some swordwork, sir." Her words came out in a rush that was barely above a whisper. Norrington almost laughed. Oh, was that all she wanted? he thought jovially. He had known that as soon as her little friend Will hard started fencing that the headstrong young girl would want to learn as well.
"Of course. We will start tomorrow." Norrington smiled kindly as the girl thanked him earnestly, even going so far as to rush over and hug him. Then, seeming embarrassed at her rash action, she blushed and almost ran out the door.
~*~*~*~
"Now, parry, and thrust. There, you've got it!" Norrington said happily as Elizabeth mastered a difficult maneuver. She was quick with the sword, and her speed made up for her lack of reach and weight. Norrington smiled fondly when he thought about the day she had shyly asked him for fencing lessons. That had been three years ago, and Elizabeth was now fifteen. She was indeed growing up into a fine young woman.
"Now, try this." Elizabeth had a difficult time following the dance of the sword, but dutifully tried to mimic it anyway. She was following through on a difficult downstroke when she lost her balance and fell. She put out her hands to break her fall, but instead of dirt they hit warm flesh. She looked up and found Norrington's emerald-colored eyes on her. She smiled shyly and went to move away, but Norrington caught her around the waist.
When he reflected on it late, he wasn't sure exactly what he had been thinking when he did it. All he could remember was the feel of Elizabeth's lips on his, and then the sharp pain as she pulled away and slapped him.
She didn't show up for her lesson the next day, or the next. When he approached her about it, she seemed reluctant to talk to him, giving an excuse about 'un-ladylike behaviors."
//End Flashback//
Norrington snapped out of reverie. He was far from sober, however, and took a swig of the rum in his hand as if to emphasize that. He stood and staggered to his desk. It took him about three whole minutes to open his top drawer and draw out the gun, and another two minutes to point it the right direction. His finger tightened on the trigger. The bottle of rum slipped out of his sweaty hand and fell to the floor, adding to the sound of a single gunshot.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: okay, yeah.um.I don't really know what to say.except that I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Goodnight all, and please review!!
Oh yeah
Disclaimer: I don't own Norrington. Yeah.
