A new one-shot, because I really don't write as many of them as I would like. And it's Jack/Norrington, something I don't think I've dabbled in before. So remember to review, as I would very much like to know what people think of it.

Note: Please don't waste your time flaming me. I recieve plenty of reviews saying that slash is wrong and stuff. Johnny Depp said that Jack Sparrow is probably bisexual, and the very point of fanfiction is to explore and change aspects of the original work. Thank you.

Warnings: Very minor DMC spoiler (the line this is based on). And slash.

Disclaimer: It's obviously not mine. If it were, there'd be more gay sex and more Elizabeth bashing. Savvy? Savvy.

Worthy
by PineappleIce
"So am I worthy to sail under Captain Jack Sparrow? Or should I just kill you now?"

Worthy.

Jack reached for the bottle of rum on his desk, lifted it and realised it was empty. Sighing bitterly, muttering about the rum always being gone, he placed it back down and placed his hand back on his chin.

What was wrong with him? If he'd had some rum he could always have blamed it on that, and that would have put his mind to rest. But he didn't. Damn.

He closed his eyes, but still the images of that man's face danced before them. What had the world done to him? No. What had Jack done to him?

The click of a pistol behind Jack.

"Yer aren't seriously goin' ter try an' kill me again?" Jack sighed without looking round. He knew who it was.

"You ruined my life," James said in a dark voice.

Jack rolled his eyes, though inside he felt a little guilty, and it confused him. "Who chose to go after me, Norrington?"

"I had to go where my heart took me."

Jack went from red to white to golden again in ten seconds. What had Norrington just said?

"I wanted you to tell me, Jack, do I really..." Norrington came up right behind Jack, very close, so that his breath tickled Jack's ear. Jack himself was sitting stock still, perfectly tense, half-sure this was a dream. "... Do I really smell funny?"

Jack grinned in spite of himself. The pistol was still up against his head, but he knew exactly where this was going, and he liked it. He had been imagining this all evening. "The real question, I think, mate, is do you taste funny?" Then Jack turned around and looked into Norrington's green-grey eyes for a moment before kissing him. It was a long, hard kiss, and Jack was surprised at how expert Norrington's tongue was. Overall, it was a wonderful, passionate kiss, and Jack found that it felt so right to be pressed up against the ex-Commodore.

"Well?" James asked as Jack moved back. "Do I taste funny?"

"You don't taste too bad, mate."