Hi ya'll! I love the song Beautiful Liar by Beyonce and Shakiera (sp?) so I names this chappie after the song! Enjoy! More Norrington!

Beautiful Liar

The carriage rumbled down the cobble stone roads towards the large white building on the top of a grassy cliff. Christen Russell cradled his head in his hand, daydreaming out of the closed window. His sandy blonde hair fell around his hand to just above his wrist. The soft blue orbs that were his eyes gazed longingly out of the square glass towards the sky. He sighed, he enjoyed coming to Port Royal, because- for once- he had freedom away from his mother.
"Christopher, do not slouch!" Lillianna snapped.
"Yes mother," He groaned. He was no more than in his early 20 and still his mum tried to keep him as the polite little boy everyone cooed over.
"The Governor and his daughter will be joining us at breakfast this coming morn, I hear Mister Swann is looking for a suitor for his daughter," She smiled an all knowing smile to her son. He groaned again.
"Mother, why doesest thou think I am willing to settle for wealth, not love?"
"Because, my dear boy, you are young and London looks up to you, love is a fool's emotion! Why do you think I married your father?" Silence enclosed on them again. Christen turned back to the window sighing.

"Bloody hell!" Cassie hissed under her breath as the corset around her upper body was pulled tighter, limiting her breathing.
Mary Anna wondered behind the patterned screen carrying a soft yellow dress.
"Now Rachel, we don't want Miss Cassie 'ere fainting do we?" The maid behind Cassie nodded and loosened the corset a little. Air rushed back into Damour's lungs. She breathed a sigh of relief. The dress was then placed around her shoulders and buttoned down the side.
James' voice followed a hard knock on the door.
"Cassie, are you descent?" She laughed.
"Yes," He entered holding something behind his back. His eyes wandered over her body then connected back with her own.
"Lovely," He smiled. Her hair had already been washed and brushed, left to hang down over her right shoulder. He then nodded to the maids to take their leave.
"Um, I have to tell you that my aunt is of very high standards," Cassie smiled reassuringly.
"And I am sure you would like to think you match up to her standards?" The Commodore nodded.
"Which brings me to ask a favour of you, if it is not to bold?"
"Anything James, you took me into your home, I should be repaying you," She saw Norrington as not a threat but a friendly man who kept his honour. He took the small bow from behind his back and approached her.
"Then you will not mind pretending to be my wife?" Ok, she had to admit that she wasn't expecting that. A look of slight horror washed over her face. He noticed this.
"My aunt expects a lot of me, and I wish to please her, to save my own ears…" Cassie sighed, understanding.
"Alright," She smiled again, taking the ring from James and slipping it on to her left wedding finger.
"Thank you, Cassie," She now knew she had to spend the next week or even longer playing a polite house wife with a woman eyeing her every move like a hawk- and she now regretted agreeing to stay with the Commodore all together.

The sound of wheels crunching across stone pebbles echoed from outside, then a shrill voice barking orders to the driver of the carriage.
"Ah, that will be them." James announced clapping his hands together.
"I'll call for you when they have entered," he continued, smiling. Cassie nodded then turned to the window as he left.
Gazing out, she spotted the aged woman that was Norrington's aunt and his cousin. The man looked around her age. She grinned to herself, muttering: "That woman could run a ship!" Referring to the many orders being spat from the woman as she complained.

Christopher's eyes shot to the window that poured the Caribbean sun into a fancy bedroom. A woman stood there smiling. He smiled up at her in respect, bowing his head.
"Who is she?" He asked no one, but his mother over heard. She took a brief glance at the girl.
"Come Christopher, we cannot keep James waiting. Sure enough, the Commodore waited patiently by the open door, ready to greet the new arrivals. Once they were in, they shared warm greetings.
"Oh yes, I must introduce you to Cassie!" He called up to Damour.
Cassie lifted her skirts and rushed to the landing, her dress flying round her ankles as she ran. She slowed down near the stairs, grinning politely to Lillianna and Christen.
"Aunt Lil, this is Cassie, my wife." James held out a hand to her as she approached, winking. A small gasp escaped the older woman's lips.
"James, you never told me you got married!"
"It has been a long time since we last saw each other, Aunt Lil,"
"Wouldn't a letter suffice? Or at least an invitation to the wedding!?" Lillianna barked. Cassie stepped in, taking James' hand.
"We preferred to keep it within Port Royal, mademoiselle, and, as James did, we would defiantly tell you upon your awaited arrival…" A silence followed. She wondered is she had said something wrong, but the soft squeeze from Norrington reassured her. Aunt Lil grinned, something James saw rarely. This girl is a great actor A voice inside his voice chimed Beautiful too… a beautiful liar, that's her! James' smile widened at this thought.
"Well, my dear, would you escort Christopher to his room, Mary Anna please help with their bags," The maid did so. Damour shot him an 'I don't know where the hell his room is' look. He leaned closer to her ear.
"It's the fifth door down on the landing," She nodded, then mentioned for Christen to follow.
Once they were out of earshot, Lillianna stepped nearer to James.
"She is French?" She asked.
"Yes?" He readied himself for her shrill ranting.
"Oh I do not like the French, with all their Aves Vous and snails and the like!" She called, letting herself walk into the grand living room with James –sighing- behind her.

Cassie found the fifth door and opened it. The room was as big as hers, a large four post bed near the far side of the room. Christopher followed her in, taking his own two bags from the maid and setting them by the door.
"Right, well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Christopher," She smiled warmly at him. He still couldn't get over the fact she was apparently married to the Commodore- she looked so young! But he noticed something that didn't sit right between them.
"As it were you, Mrs Norrington." Cassie felt like bursting into a fit of laughter, but pressed it down. She curtsied before taking her leave, rushing to her own room. Once inside, she doubled over and collapsed in a fit of giggles.

Christopher had stayed in his room since Cassie had escorted him there. He sat on the comfy bed, his eyes wondering over the many pages of Shakespeare's play 'Romeo and Juliet'. He had read it countless times, but enjoyed ever part of it- from beginning to the tragic end. All he wanted was to keep away from his annoying mother as much as possible.
A feminine laugher sounded from down the many stairs. He looked up from his reading to the door. Being young, curiosity took over him.
Christen crept down the stairs slowly. The laughing was followed by Cassie's sweet voice.
"You mean she actually believed you?" She asked, amused.
"Yes, well you did play the typical 'Nice to meet you, welcome to our humble abode' role," James. Christen pressed his ear to the door to the dining room.
"I just can't believe she actually thought we were married!" Her joyous laugh filled the air again. I knew it! He smiled knowingly, his mind at rest after asking how the two of them could be married. He retreated back to his room swiftly. He wasn't going to tell anybody. No, he wasn't cruel, but he would let 'Mrs Norrington' know of his discovery.

Cassie sat with her legs over the side of the cliff watching the sun drown behind the horizon. She sighed peacefully, thinking of Jack. She would visit him tomorrow; she needed to get away from Aunt Lil. She complained endlessly about…well, everything! From a picture hanging form an odd angle by accident to a speck of dirt on the table. Dinner had left her brain questioning how her son had put up with her numerous complaints. Christopher seemed quiet and content, only speaking when asked a question, if he could get a word in!
"Its funny how one orange orb can light the sky in day, and then fall under the world when night calls order…" She jumped slightly, noticing the boy now sitting near her cross legged.
"Yes…" She answered plainly, sighing. Jack crept back into her thoughts, taking some of her concentration as well. Russell grinned.
"You have love for him?" He asked slyly.
"Hmm," Cassie sighed in agreement, nodding.
"Wait, what?!" Her head snapped round to face him.
"Do not worry, fair lady, for I know thine secret," She stared at him, worried and confused.
"It is also funny what one over hears through musical laughter," His voice was so poetic, partly from reading a famous poets many sonnets over the years. She relaxed a little.
"You won't tell anyone, will you?"
"Nay, Cassie…but I do have to say, you are a very good liar…a beautiful liar," He had to admit it, she was pretty. A friendly smile beamed to him from her lips. He had her trust- she had his. The start of a friendship.

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