Commodore Norrington - Is this love?
A 'Pirates of the Caribbean' story
Davy Jone's Locker
The sun was shining, making the sea glitter. It was a beautiful day in the Caribbean but for Commodore Norrington it was a very busy day to say the least. He sat at his desk, his short brown hair looking odd without his wig, buried in paperwork Sitting on the desk sat his wig and hat. There was a short tap at the door. "Enter" he said, with no emotion. Gillette, his second in command, poked his head around the door. Norrington looked up. "Gillette, what can I do for you?" "Sir, sails have been noticed in the distance" .Commodore Robert stared at him. "What of it?" "Sir, the flag belongs to pirates" Norrington collected his hat and wig and placed them on his head. "Alert the rest of the crew and ready the cannons on my command" He announced, his voice commanding. "Yes sir" Answered Gillette as he hurried out of the room, Robert following. The deck was now in utter chaos. All of the crew were running about worriedly, failing to get the cannons ready but looking ahead at what was most definitely a pirate ship, the flag blowing in the afternoon wind.
Norrington came up on deck to see this and placed his hands behind his back. "Men!" He said, his voice loud and confident. The whole crew fell silent and looked towards Commodore. Robert walked towards them, his hands behind his back and scanned the scene. "I think that you are all capable of readying the cannons without a fuss!" He spat. " I will not allow this kind of behaviour on my ship. Now prepare to fire!" He walked towards the front of the ship and took out his eyeglass, Gillette standing closely behind him. "It looks like the ship has already been in its own battle" He muttered, passing the eyeglass to Gillette. "I believe you are right sir, there are a few cannon blows to the side." Norrington stared at him. "It is sinking! We may as well leave it, the sea will finish her off! Tell the crew." Commodore sighed and walked back towards his office.
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard and a cannon was shot from the opposing yet sinking ship. "Sir! They are attacking us!" Yelled Gillette. Commodore Norrington turned. "Yes I can see that! Are the cannons ready?" He shouted over the firing. "Yes sir!" "Good. Then fire at my will!" The crew readied themselves at the cannons, waiting for his commands. Norrington lowered his eyebrows. "...FIRE!" He commanded. Cannon balls came into contact with the ship and sunk what was left of it almost immediately. Norrington watched as the pirate flag disappeared out of view, into the depths of the sea. He couldn't help grinning as he had yet again, ridded the Caribbean of pirates. "Excellent" He muttered. The pirates were taken down with the ship and none had returned to the surface. They had met their fate in Davy Jone's locker.
Robert turned on his heel and continued to walk to his office and finish his paper work. Once again he was in the middle of finishing a letter, this time accepting a proposal to a dinner party, when there was another tap at the door. "Yes yes, what is it?" He asked, not looking up. The door opened. "Yes Gillette? What is it this time?" Gillette closed the door behind him and walked towards the Commodore. Norrington placed a hand towards a chair and his 2nd in command sat down. "So, Gillette. What is important enough for you to sit down?" He questioned, looking quite puzzled, but stern. Gillette took off his hat and fingered it. "Well sir, its just, the new recruits, they seem..somewhat..reckless." Norrington stared at him for a few moments before getting up from his chair. "I agree Gillette..but the governor has given me orders to take in under my wing new recruits..and that is what I shall do." Gillette nodded and placed his hat back on his head. Robert opened the door for him and Gillette left silently, still looking troubled. Norrington, still feeling puzzled, took his hat and left his office. It had been a long day and he needed rest.
He awoke early next morning, feeling refreshed and dressed smartly for the day, placing his wig neatly on his head and his hat firmly on top. Norrington looked in control which was how he liked it. After a light breakfast he left his home and made his way to meet someone he did not want to be visiting. Elizabeth .
A 'Pirates of the Caribbean' story
Davy Jone's Locker
The sun was shining, making the sea glitter. It was a beautiful day in the Caribbean but for Commodore Norrington it was a very busy day to say the least. He sat at his desk, his short brown hair looking odd without his wig, buried in paperwork Sitting on the desk sat his wig and hat. There was a short tap at the door. "Enter" he said, with no emotion. Gillette, his second in command, poked his head around the door. Norrington looked up. "Gillette, what can I do for you?" "Sir, sails have been noticed in the distance" .Commodore Robert stared at him. "What of it?" "Sir, the flag belongs to pirates" Norrington collected his hat and wig and placed them on his head. "Alert the rest of the crew and ready the cannons on my command" He announced, his voice commanding. "Yes sir" Answered Gillette as he hurried out of the room, Robert following. The deck was now in utter chaos. All of the crew were running about worriedly, failing to get the cannons ready but looking ahead at what was most definitely a pirate ship, the flag blowing in the afternoon wind.
Norrington came up on deck to see this and placed his hands behind his back. "Men!" He said, his voice loud and confident. The whole crew fell silent and looked towards Commodore. Robert walked towards them, his hands behind his back and scanned the scene. "I think that you are all capable of readying the cannons without a fuss!" He spat. " I will not allow this kind of behaviour on my ship. Now prepare to fire!" He walked towards the front of the ship and took out his eyeglass, Gillette standing closely behind him. "It looks like the ship has already been in its own battle" He muttered, passing the eyeglass to Gillette. "I believe you are right sir, there are a few cannon blows to the side." Norrington stared at him. "It is sinking! We may as well leave it, the sea will finish her off! Tell the crew." Commodore sighed and walked back towards his office.
Suddenly, a loud bang was heard and a cannon was shot from the opposing yet sinking ship. "Sir! They are attacking us!" Yelled Gillette. Commodore Norrington turned. "Yes I can see that! Are the cannons ready?" He shouted over the firing. "Yes sir!" "Good. Then fire at my will!" The crew readied themselves at the cannons, waiting for his commands. Norrington lowered his eyebrows. "...FIRE!" He commanded. Cannon balls came into contact with the ship and sunk what was left of it almost immediately. Norrington watched as the pirate flag disappeared out of view, into the depths of the sea. He couldn't help grinning as he had yet again, ridded the Caribbean of pirates. "Excellent" He muttered. The pirates were taken down with the ship and none had returned to the surface. They had met their fate in Davy Jone's locker.
Robert turned on his heel and continued to walk to his office and finish his paper work. Once again he was in the middle of finishing a letter, this time accepting a proposal to a dinner party, when there was another tap at the door. "Yes yes, what is it?" He asked, not looking up. The door opened. "Yes Gillette? What is it this time?" Gillette closed the door behind him and walked towards the Commodore. Norrington placed a hand towards a chair and his 2nd in command sat down. "So, Gillette. What is important enough for you to sit down?" He questioned, looking quite puzzled, but stern. Gillette took off his hat and fingered it. "Well sir, its just, the new recruits, they seem..somewhat..reckless." Norrington stared at him for a few moments before getting up from his chair. "I agree Gillette..but the governor has given me orders to take in under my wing new recruits..and that is what I shall do." Gillette nodded and placed his hat back on his head. Robert opened the door for him and Gillette left silently, still looking troubled. Norrington, still feeling puzzled, took his hat and left his office. It had been a long day and he needed rest.
He awoke early next morning, feeling refreshed and dressed smartly for the day, placing his wig neatly on his head and his hat firmly on top. Norrington looked in control which was how he liked it. After a light breakfast he left his home and made his way to meet someone he did not want to be visiting. Elizabeth .