A/N Part 3 of the Amor del un Hermano universe/series. Takes place after
"The One He Looked Up To" but before the original piece.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, King Mickey does, but as he's gone off to fight the heartless, I get to romp around in his universe, and steal the sexy pirates that he's left there. Yum!
Captain James Norrington's first encounter with Jack Sparrow was not a good one. The legendary pirate ship had the HMS Wolfram caught in irons, blocking off the ships only way to turn into the wind. Sparrow stepped on board the splendid frigate with a broad grin on his face, his sword and pistol drawn. Sparrow had a presence about him that all the men on board of the Wolfram could not help but notice, and they all turned to watch the exchange between their captain and the infamous pirate.
"Ah, my dear captain, it's my pleasure to finally meet the man who's been dubbed the great pirate hunter of the ocean sea." Sparrow extended his hand for the other man to shake, but the elegant captain steadfastly refused.
"Mr. Sparrow." Was all he replied with, nearly spitting the title at the other man.
"Captain, if you please."
"Captain Sparrow, you do realize how foolish your stepping on board this ship is, do you not?"
"Of course I do luv, but you can't do much with me anyway." There was something familiar about the pirate that James couldn't place. Something strikingly familiar.
"Arrest him."
"Ah, no you don't Jimmy. That is your name, isn't it?" The captain paled slightly. He had always hated the nickname, the last person to call him that had been his brother, and even then it was only when he was teasing the younger boy.
"It's James, Captain Norrington to you."
"Ah, yes, Norrington it is then. Well then Norrington, you can't do anything with me."
"And why's that?" Norrington asked, although he knew the reason why.
"Because your sails are luffing, and you have no way to get out of this mess unless I move my ship. And I'm not going to move my ship until we come to an.understanding of sorts." Norrington instantly realized what the pirate wanted.
"I will not let you walk away from this, Sparrow."
"Captain luv, captain."
"You've done nothing to deserve that title."
"Au contraire, mon ami, it takes quite a bit to able to sail a ship as fine as the Pearl."
"What are your terms?" it was more testing the waters than it was to actually grant something. Norrington wouldn't grant the pirate anything.
"Quite simple, really luv," Norrington grimaced at the use of the endearment. "Ye just be letting me and my crew here go free, and we'll be letting you go."
"And if I don't?"
"Then we sit here all night."
"A royal navy ship is vastly out stocked to your humble boat." The officer nearly spat the words out as he looked at the pathetic ship.
"Ah, but are you out armed?"
"Are you challenging me, pirate?"
"Aye, that I be luv." There was fierce determination in the other man's deep brown eyes. They were mesmerizing, and so familiar, they almost seemed to haunt him. he had seen those eyes somewhere before, he was sure of it.
"In that case, arrest the entire ship." The order was soft, yet firm. The men readied to follow through in case their captain was serious, but hesitated, knowing the ploy all to well. Sparrow stopped in front of Norrington, gesturing at him to hold on a minute.
"Not so fast laddie boy. I have another deal to make." Norrington gave an annoyed sigh as he turned to face the man.
"What now, Sparrow?"
"For the third time, it's captain sparrow." Norrington just ignored him this time. "And you take me, but leave my crew." Norrington took a moment to think it over before turning to his first mate, Lieutenant Gillette.
"Gillette, escort this man down to the brig." Gillette moved to grab the pirate by the arm, before Sparrow sidestepped his way in front of Norrington again.
"The men on that ship receive orders from no one but me."
"Then shout them from here."
"It's easier to shout them from the crows nest." Sparrow looked up at the top of the mast. Norrington looked up with him, before he turned his gaze back to the man before him.
"Then I shall escort you to assure that you won't be escaping." The pirate shrugged and started his way up the rigging, Norrington not far behind.
"Ahoy, men!" The pirate shouted from the top of the majestic ship. The figures on the dreaded legendary ship looked up to see their captain waving from the top of the ship they were pinning, the enemy captain standing directly behind. "Go on ahead, seems I'm the guest of this lovely man here." Even from their high perch they could hear the raucous laughter from the pirate ship, and the slight titters from the better disciplined navy.
"Is that all Sparrow?" Norrington asked through gritted teeth.
"What luv, afraid of heights." Norrington looked down especially to prove to the pirate that he wasn't. When he looked back up, he found the pirate to be staring out at the open ocean. "She's beautiful, ain't she?"
While Norrington found this whole scene to be oddly reminiscent of something, he couldn't quite place it. "Yes, it is." Was all he could say in response.
"It's amazing how beautiful she can be. And how temperamental. Treat her kindly, and she treats you kindly, treat her rough, and she treats you rough." Hadn't Norrington heard those same words out of his brothers mouth not so long ago? Hadn't he and his brother stood on the mast of a ship looking out, and commenting on the sea. What had his brother told this dreadful man? The grand officer rounded on the other man with a look of pure hatred in his eyes.
"Down, now." was all he could tell the man. This was the man that had killed his brother. This was the man that captained the ship that sent his brother's to his doom. This was the man that made him join the navy. This was the man that he had sworn to kill to avenge his brother's death. Now was his chance. But looking into those deep soulful eyes, eyes that seemed to haunt him, he had a nagging sense that he shouldn't. that those eyes, that seemed to stand out with how they were rimmed in kohl, that those eyes belonged to someone that he knew, that he shouldn't do what he wanted to do most.
So instead, he lead the man down to the brig, where he fully intended to keep him until the ship safely arrived in Port Royale, where he was now stationed. Where he could hang the man for all the villainous acts that he had committed. To hell with his nagging feeling.
Disclaimer: Don't own them, King Mickey does, but as he's gone off to fight the heartless, I get to romp around in his universe, and steal the sexy pirates that he's left there. Yum!
Captain James Norrington's first encounter with Jack Sparrow was not a good one. The legendary pirate ship had the HMS Wolfram caught in irons, blocking off the ships only way to turn into the wind. Sparrow stepped on board the splendid frigate with a broad grin on his face, his sword and pistol drawn. Sparrow had a presence about him that all the men on board of the Wolfram could not help but notice, and they all turned to watch the exchange between their captain and the infamous pirate.
"Ah, my dear captain, it's my pleasure to finally meet the man who's been dubbed the great pirate hunter of the ocean sea." Sparrow extended his hand for the other man to shake, but the elegant captain steadfastly refused.
"Mr. Sparrow." Was all he replied with, nearly spitting the title at the other man.
"Captain, if you please."
"Captain Sparrow, you do realize how foolish your stepping on board this ship is, do you not?"
"Of course I do luv, but you can't do much with me anyway." There was something familiar about the pirate that James couldn't place. Something strikingly familiar.
"Arrest him."
"Ah, no you don't Jimmy. That is your name, isn't it?" The captain paled slightly. He had always hated the nickname, the last person to call him that had been his brother, and even then it was only when he was teasing the younger boy.
"It's James, Captain Norrington to you."
"Ah, yes, Norrington it is then. Well then Norrington, you can't do anything with me."
"And why's that?" Norrington asked, although he knew the reason why.
"Because your sails are luffing, and you have no way to get out of this mess unless I move my ship. And I'm not going to move my ship until we come to an.understanding of sorts." Norrington instantly realized what the pirate wanted.
"I will not let you walk away from this, Sparrow."
"Captain luv, captain."
"You've done nothing to deserve that title."
"Au contraire, mon ami, it takes quite a bit to able to sail a ship as fine as the Pearl."
"What are your terms?" it was more testing the waters than it was to actually grant something. Norrington wouldn't grant the pirate anything.
"Quite simple, really luv," Norrington grimaced at the use of the endearment. "Ye just be letting me and my crew here go free, and we'll be letting you go."
"And if I don't?"
"Then we sit here all night."
"A royal navy ship is vastly out stocked to your humble boat." The officer nearly spat the words out as he looked at the pathetic ship.
"Ah, but are you out armed?"
"Are you challenging me, pirate?"
"Aye, that I be luv." There was fierce determination in the other man's deep brown eyes. They were mesmerizing, and so familiar, they almost seemed to haunt him. he had seen those eyes somewhere before, he was sure of it.
"In that case, arrest the entire ship." The order was soft, yet firm. The men readied to follow through in case their captain was serious, but hesitated, knowing the ploy all to well. Sparrow stopped in front of Norrington, gesturing at him to hold on a minute.
"Not so fast laddie boy. I have another deal to make." Norrington gave an annoyed sigh as he turned to face the man.
"What now, Sparrow?"
"For the third time, it's captain sparrow." Norrington just ignored him this time. "And you take me, but leave my crew." Norrington took a moment to think it over before turning to his first mate, Lieutenant Gillette.
"Gillette, escort this man down to the brig." Gillette moved to grab the pirate by the arm, before Sparrow sidestepped his way in front of Norrington again.
"The men on that ship receive orders from no one but me."
"Then shout them from here."
"It's easier to shout them from the crows nest." Sparrow looked up at the top of the mast. Norrington looked up with him, before he turned his gaze back to the man before him.
"Then I shall escort you to assure that you won't be escaping." The pirate shrugged and started his way up the rigging, Norrington not far behind.
"Ahoy, men!" The pirate shouted from the top of the majestic ship. The figures on the dreaded legendary ship looked up to see their captain waving from the top of the ship they were pinning, the enemy captain standing directly behind. "Go on ahead, seems I'm the guest of this lovely man here." Even from their high perch they could hear the raucous laughter from the pirate ship, and the slight titters from the better disciplined navy.
"Is that all Sparrow?" Norrington asked through gritted teeth.
"What luv, afraid of heights." Norrington looked down especially to prove to the pirate that he wasn't. When he looked back up, he found the pirate to be staring out at the open ocean. "She's beautiful, ain't she?"
While Norrington found this whole scene to be oddly reminiscent of something, he couldn't quite place it. "Yes, it is." Was all he could say in response.
"It's amazing how beautiful she can be. And how temperamental. Treat her kindly, and she treats you kindly, treat her rough, and she treats you rough." Hadn't Norrington heard those same words out of his brothers mouth not so long ago? Hadn't he and his brother stood on the mast of a ship looking out, and commenting on the sea. What had his brother told this dreadful man? The grand officer rounded on the other man with a look of pure hatred in his eyes.
"Down, now." was all he could tell the man. This was the man that had killed his brother. This was the man that captained the ship that sent his brother's to his doom. This was the man that made him join the navy. This was the man that he had sworn to kill to avenge his brother's death. Now was his chance. But looking into those deep soulful eyes, eyes that seemed to haunt him, he had a nagging sense that he shouldn't. that those eyes, that seemed to stand out with how they were rimmed in kohl, that those eyes belonged to someone that he knew, that he shouldn't do what he wanted to do most.
So instead, he lead the man down to the brig, where he fully intended to keep him until the ship safely arrived in Port Royale, where he was now stationed. Where he could hang the man for all the villainous acts that he had committed. To hell with his nagging feeling.