A Bit of Norrington Torture Chapter 12

A Bit of Norrington Torture

Chapter 12

Jack snapped his head around towards AnnaMaria, "Nothin of the sort luv, sides he's not my type." Jack retorted.

AnnaMaria let out a snort and replied, "Everybody's yer type Jack, more like you're not his type."

"Either way it's said makes no never mind, I'm just tendin to his wounds here."

"And more n likely makin a mess of it." AnnaMaria snipped back, "Move yer arse and let someone what knows what ta be doin take over." She shoved Jack out of the way and took a seat on the side of the bed. She looked the man up and down and it took all her will power not to react. She had a heart of iron when need be which was most all the time, had learned over the years ya took what ya wanted regardless of the cost to others especially if you were female and alone, but deep down somewhere there was a bit of compassion and kindness. A side of her rarely shown. As she looked at the man she was glad she had left that bloody Captain Randalls in the condition she had, but even that wasn't near payment for what he'd done to this man. AnnaMaria was surprised at the intensity of the feelings that were washing over her. She had never even liked the Commodore, always thought she would just as soon slit his throat as look at him. But having him lying helpless and beaten in front of her brought out that side of her she wished she didn't have. She snorted at herself and picked up the rag Jack had discarded and began to work on the broken body in front of her. She turned once towards Jack, "Make yerself useful Jack and go fetch some fresh water and more rags."

"I'm havin a thought here AnnaMaria, bein as I'm the Captain and all it would be much more better if you was to phrase that as more of a request than an order luv."

AnnaMaria eyed him for a moment before speaking, "Very well Captain how's this, please get yer worthless arse out there and fetch some more water and rags afore you wind up in as bad a shape as this one. Is that request enough for you?"

Jack gave her a pouty look but picked up the bucket and left the cabin. As he closed the door he thought he heard James try to call out his name but AnnaMaria had ruffled his feathers and he was not about to turn and go back in any sooner than he had to.

AnnaMaria watched Jack leave with a smile on her face, then turned back towards James, "Now Commodore, let's see what can be done for you."

James peered at her through swollen eyes that clearly showed the alarm he was feeling, "Sparrow left……"

"He did." AnnaMaria answered.

"He left….."

"Yes." She said with a little bit of irritation.

"He left….me here….with you……alone." James said dejectedly as if he were facing the gallows.

"Now Commodore, you could be pleasantly surprised by the quality of my company…….but I doubt it." AnnaMaria said with a sarcastic smile as she began to tend to his wounds.

"Indeed." James mumbled to himself.

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"Done tendin to the Navy already Cap'n?" Mr. Gibbs asked as Jack exited the cabin.

"Mr. Gibbs." Jack said in a high pitched irritated tone, "Just because I have exited out of my cabin is no reason for you to suspect there is any reason for that exit other than the one that would clearly be the normal reason for such exit and therefore would not be a cause for you to be castin dispersions on the reason I exited said cabin nor the afore mentioned reasons for the doin of such as it were and therefore I would be much obliged if you would cease from casting such unreasonable dispersions in regard to the reasonable exiting of said cabin by meself as you just witnessed for any other reason than the ones I just related to you and am upon pain of death….well perhaps not pain of death…..but strongly….strongly stand behind said reasons as it were for the exiting of meself from the cabin just now. Savvy?" Jack finished with a wave of the hand that was not in use holding the bucket, gave Mr. Gibbs a pouty look and headed off to fill the bucket.

Mr. Gibbs watched Jack walk away, shook his head, looked up at the sky and muttered, "Mad as a sweep and getting a bit madder every day."

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James flinched and jerked a little every time AnnaMaria started to touch him, garnering a snort from her each time he did.

She finally laid the rag down, leaned over just inches from his face, looked him in the eye and said, "Ya know Commodore, if my intent was ta do away with ya I wouldn't take such a round about way in doin it." She reached down, pulled her knife out of her boot, held it up inches from James' face and as she waved it back and forth in front of his face said, "I'd just slit yer throat and be done with it. Understand?"

James' eyes watched the knife wave back and forth in front of him and said with a very audible swallow, "Yes."

She put the knife away, smiled and said, "Good cause if ya don't keep yer arse still so I can work on ya I'll have ta hog tie ya and I don't think ya'd relish that idea, although upon thinking on it I just might." She gave him a meaningful look and a wicked smile as she picked up the rag and began to work on his wounds once again, this time James only making involuntary movements she figured he was not able to help.

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Jack entered the galley and set the bucket down on the counter between the kitchen area and the eating area.

"Need some water in that Cooky, and a few of those rags ya got back there." Jack said as he looked around and picked up a bottle of rum sitting on the counter.

Cooky stared at the bucket and then at Jack as he took the bucket and grumbled, "Don't know why we'd be wastin perfectly good drinkin water on the likes of that bloody Commodore. He'd just as soon hang the lot of us as look at us. Mark my words, you get 'em fixed up and by Neptune's trident that'll be what happens. He'll wind up seein us all swing."

Jack rocked back on his heels and waved his fingers about, "We are wasting….not wasting……we are not wasting perfectly good drinkin water on said Commodore. And even if we were wasting said water, which we're not, I'm Captain therefore I can waste perfectly good drinkin water on what ever or whom ever I choose, which I'm not wasting in this instance just so you know." Jack gave him a pouty look as he took the filled bucket and the bottle of rum and left the galley mumbling to himself about the virulent lack of discipline on his ship and how he would have to do something about that matter.

To Be Continued

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