He found the Pirate sitting there, as he was before still sound asleep. He
knew he had to stop thinking of the man as a pirate, but he couldn't bring
himself to think of the man as his brother, not after all that had happened
with them. Norrington needed something to think of the man currently stowed
in the brig as because there was nothing to call him. He wasn't his
brother, not anymore, but yet the man at the same time could no longer be
thought of as a pirate, this man was his brother, not a murderer
At the same time, this man had broken so many laws. This man was a pirate, there was no doubt about that, not only a pirate, but a legendary one, a pirate captain. This man was against everything that he was, this man was almost evil incarnate. Only he wasn't evil, he was only a criminal. He thought laws below him, but he wasn't a bad man. He said it himself, he never raped a woman, he never murdered anyone.
Norrington rapped loudly on the iron bars causing them to rattle even louder in the dark damn room. Sparrow jumped in fright and looked up at the other man. "Don't do that to a man, unless you want to find yourself suddenly rolling around in pain." the other man said angrily and groggily. "What do you want now?"
"How did you come to become captain of the Black Pearl?"
"Ah, quite simple really. I was taken hostage, and when it became clear no one was coming after me, I gave in and Pirates are a much cheerier crew than you uptight navy folks." There was a small smirk on his face as he said that, and Norrington glared at him.
"Why didn't you send word or anything?" Norrington asked him quietly.
"Think about it luv, would you want to send word that you're quite alright, but you're a pirate?" Norrington gave it a moment's thought before nodding his head, seeing the other man's point.
"Why a pirate?"
"The same reason you're here, on a ship. It's in our blood. Our father was a pirate, I'm a pirate, if it wasn't that you were so damn obsessed with the rules, you'd make a good pirate." Norrington felt the pit of his stomach drop at this.
His father was not a pirate. This man was not his brother. This man, was a liar, a pirate, this man wanted nothing more than to see him squirm. He would not give the pirate the satisfaction of seeing this though. He turned around to leave, when the pirate spoke again. "Face it mate, you've got pirate blood in you. You don't have to do anything with it, but accept that fact."
"I'll no sooner be related to a pirate as I would be to the king of England."
"Well you are."
"Then I disown myself." The words were said in a fit of outrage, in a fit of disbelief, but the more that he thought about them the more he considered them. He didn't want to, he loved his mother, and he loved the brother that this man once was. But this man had gone too far. This man was not the young man that he had looked up to.
He even looked so different. When he had been in England, sailing for the Royal navy he had been tan, yes, but not as tan as he was now. Now he was a deep bronze, darker than Norrington had ever seen him before. He supposed it was from spending all of his time in the sun, on a ship rather than just parts of it. James had inherited his mother's pale, gentle complexion and bright green eyes. John on the other hand had inherited their father's dark tan and the soulful brown eyes. The only things that the two seemed to share were their hair and their slender build.
"You sure you wanna do that luv?" The words cut through the man's slight reverie.
"I'm sure." He wasn't and he knew it, but he would show no sign of weakness to the other man.
"Well then, just make sure you don't regret those words later luv. Who knows, I might come in handy sometime." The Pirate was smirking as he said that, the funny little smirk that the man always got when he was toying with someone. He had always had the smirk, even when he was a boy.
"Why would you come in handy?"
"I showed you how to sail a boat didn't I?"
"Something I could learn on my own."
"You still have my sword around your waist." The pirate's eyes ran down to wear the sword sat belted tightly to the officer's waist. "I taught you how to use that thing."
"Again, something I could have learned from someone else." Norrington cursed the other man for toying with him.
"Ah, but could you get such a magnificent sword?" The Pirate was right. There was hardly a better sword out there, and both of them knew it. "And could you get such a comfortable hat?" The Pirate laughed at his little joke and Norrington smiled out of impatience.
"Mr. Sparrow-"
"Captain, please, captain,"
"Sparrow, I refuse to toy with you anymore. You are my prisoner and expect to be tried for your crimes the minute we find a friendly port." Norrington was at the end of his rope at this point, and was willing to do anything to stop the torture that his brother was putting him through.
"Ah, fine then. And you might want to try bailing this place out once in a while, the muck is quite thick." They both looked down, somewhat disgusted at the ankle-deep water. Norrington handed the man a bucket.
"Bail yourself out, that knothole should be big enough." There was a small smirk on the officer's face as he said that, a hint of the man that he used to be.
"And that's the one thing you should be most thankful to me for."
"What? How to bail things out?"
"No mate, your sense of humor. If it was up to you, the world would be one big sea of paperwork." Norrington knew he was right, that if it wasn't for his brother that he would see the world as something drab and boring, his brother was the one that saw the world as something new and exciting. In all the time they had shared together they had balanced each other out. John had made things seem exciting, and James had been there to reel his older brother in.
Norrington turned on his heel and walked out through the thick water, confused about everything, wondering what he should do with the man.
At the same time, this man had broken so many laws. This man was a pirate, there was no doubt about that, not only a pirate, but a legendary one, a pirate captain. This man was against everything that he was, this man was almost evil incarnate. Only he wasn't evil, he was only a criminal. He thought laws below him, but he wasn't a bad man. He said it himself, he never raped a woman, he never murdered anyone.
Norrington rapped loudly on the iron bars causing them to rattle even louder in the dark damn room. Sparrow jumped in fright and looked up at the other man. "Don't do that to a man, unless you want to find yourself suddenly rolling around in pain." the other man said angrily and groggily. "What do you want now?"
"How did you come to become captain of the Black Pearl?"
"Ah, quite simple really. I was taken hostage, and when it became clear no one was coming after me, I gave in and Pirates are a much cheerier crew than you uptight navy folks." There was a small smirk on his face as he said that, and Norrington glared at him.
"Why didn't you send word or anything?" Norrington asked him quietly.
"Think about it luv, would you want to send word that you're quite alright, but you're a pirate?" Norrington gave it a moment's thought before nodding his head, seeing the other man's point.
"Why a pirate?"
"The same reason you're here, on a ship. It's in our blood. Our father was a pirate, I'm a pirate, if it wasn't that you were so damn obsessed with the rules, you'd make a good pirate." Norrington felt the pit of his stomach drop at this.
His father was not a pirate. This man was not his brother. This man, was a liar, a pirate, this man wanted nothing more than to see him squirm. He would not give the pirate the satisfaction of seeing this though. He turned around to leave, when the pirate spoke again. "Face it mate, you've got pirate blood in you. You don't have to do anything with it, but accept that fact."
"I'll no sooner be related to a pirate as I would be to the king of England."
"Well you are."
"Then I disown myself." The words were said in a fit of outrage, in a fit of disbelief, but the more that he thought about them the more he considered them. He didn't want to, he loved his mother, and he loved the brother that this man once was. But this man had gone too far. This man was not the young man that he had looked up to.
He even looked so different. When he had been in England, sailing for the Royal navy he had been tan, yes, but not as tan as he was now. Now he was a deep bronze, darker than Norrington had ever seen him before. He supposed it was from spending all of his time in the sun, on a ship rather than just parts of it. James had inherited his mother's pale, gentle complexion and bright green eyes. John on the other hand had inherited their father's dark tan and the soulful brown eyes. The only things that the two seemed to share were their hair and their slender build.
"You sure you wanna do that luv?" The words cut through the man's slight reverie.
"I'm sure." He wasn't and he knew it, but he would show no sign of weakness to the other man.
"Well then, just make sure you don't regret those words later luv. Who knows, I might come in handy sometime." The Pirate was smirking as he said that, the funny little smirk that the man always got when he was toying with someone. He had always had the smirk, even when he was a boy.
"Why would you come in handy?"
"I showed you how to sail a boat didn't I?"
"Something I could learn on my own."
"You still have my sword around your waist." The pirate's eyes ran down to wear the sword sat belted tightly to the officer's waist. "I taught you how to use that thing."
"Again, something I could have learned from someone else." Norrington cursed the other man for toying with him.
"Ah, but could you get such a magnificent sword?" The Pirate was right. There was hardly a better sword out there, and both of them knew it. "And could you get such a comfortable hat?" The Pirate laughed at his little joke and Norrington smiled out of impatience.
"Mr. Sparrow-"
"Captain, please, captain,"
"Sparrow, I refuse to toy with you anymore. You are my prisoner and expect to be tried for your crimes the minute we find a friendly port." Norrington was at the end of his rope at this point, and was willing to do anything to stop the torture that his brother was putting him through.
"Ah, fine then. And you might want to try bailing this place out once in a while, the muck is quite thick." They both looked down, somewhat disgusted at the ankle-deep water. Norrington handed the man a bucket.
"Bail yourself out, that knothole should be big enough." There was a small smirk on the officer's face as he said that, a hint of the man that he used to be.
"And that's the one thing you should be most thankful to me for."
"What? How to bail things out?"
"No mate, your sense of humor. If it was up to you, the world would be one big sea of paperwork." Norrington knew he was right, that if it wasn't for his brother that he would see the world as something drab and boring, his brother was the one that saw the world as something new and exciting. In all the time they had shared together they had balanced each other out. John had made things seem exciting, and James had been there to reel his older brother in.
Norrington turned on his heel and walked out through the thick water, confused about everything, wondering what he should do with the man.