The Malagasy Expedition
A/N: I really do love the Commodore but it's just so easy to make hima pompous git. Who loved him in Dead Man's Chest? I thought he was awesome!
Chapter Two: Tea with the Commodore
"Who are you?" Commodore Norrington asked, rising.
"I uh, I'm Cordelia Sullivan. I'm a friend of Will Turner. Who are you?"
"Commodore James Norrington, Elizabeth invited me for tea. She didn't say anyone else would be coming."
"I am sorry if I've spoiled your tea, Commodore," she said, sitting opposite him.
"Of course you haven't, it's a nice surprise to have more company. But tell me, where is Elizabeth?"
"Will needed to talk to her," she said, pouring herself some tea.
"How did you meet Mr. Turner? I've never heard him speak of you before."
"I met him just recently." Cordelia was a little nervous. She was sure Jack didn't want the Commodore to know he was here but if he kept asking her questions it might become unavoidable. Just then Jack, Will and Elizabeth entered the sitting room. Elizabeth looked even happier than she had before. James jumped to his feet.
"Jack Sparrow. I thought you'd know better than to show your face here again."
"Please James, he's my guest. And he's not here to do any pirating. If he does you can have him," Elizabeth said firmly to both men.
Jack took a seat next to Cordelia and poured himself some tea. Cordelia relaxed as the conversation drifted away herself and she listened intently to trade matters. She could feel the Commodore's eyes on her as she leaned against Jack and she desperately wanted him to leave. His dislike of Jack was too intense and as many complaints as she had of him they were nothing to the look of quiet fury on the Commodore's face.
"Sparrow what exactly are you doing here?"
"I brought dear Elizabeth back her fiancé from Tortuga and I've come to offer them both a voyage, which they've accepted."
"A voyage?"
"Yes I'm off to have a fantastic adventure and I thought they might like a break from this life of society they lead here in Port Royal."
"How thoughtful of you," the Commodore said, clearly unimpressed.
"Yes I rather thought so myself."
"Where are you headed?"
"No hard feelings mate but I don't entirely trust you. Wouldn't want my adventures to be cut short now would I?
"Indeed," James muttered.
Jack smiled; glad that the Commodore knew he had lost.
"How does Ms. Sullivan figure into all this?"
"Who?"
He indicated Cordelia.
"I'm the ship's cook."
"Commodore, why this sudden interest in our little voyage? I'm not breaking any laws," Jack said, suspiciously.
"You mean aside from walking free with that brand on your wrist?"
"Aye, aside from that."
"No reason in particular," James said, sipping his tea.
Cordelia gave an exasperated sigh. She thought he was up to something and she would feel much better if they were back on the water. She absent mindedly drummed her fingers on Jack's knee as the talk turned to trade again.
"Well I must be going," the Commodore said, rising.
Elizabeth saw him to the door.
"He's quite a character," Cordelia said to Jack.
"Aye luv, indeed he is. I just want to know what he's up to."
