A/N: So yeah, this is chapter 3, it may seem a bit slow (and short),
but it'll go places, we promise. Like we said before, Jack will come in
later. PLEASE keep reviewing, it helps a lot, thanks. (and sometimes your
suggestions get used. ask Jehan's Muse.) Responses to reviews @ bottom.
A couple days had passed since Will and Norrington bumped into each other. Since then, neither one of them could think of anything else. Will's sword making came to a halt, and Norrington's plans to catch up with Jack were highly disabled. There were even a couple evenings when Norrington couldn't help walking the couple blocks to the window of Will's shop. If no one was around, he'd peek in the window looking to catch a glimpse of the boy. He usually found him hammering uselessly at a sword stopping every five seconds, or lying in a pile of hay, curled up as if hiding from something. And hiding he was. Will could not accept that he, who was supposed to be in love with Elizabeth, was now in love with another man. It scared him, but he could not hide from himself.
Retreating into his own head only brought him to fantasize about Norrington. Norrington would stay and watch the boy, aching to join him, while the heavy anchor of pride pulled him from the door. When Will would give the slightest indication that he might look towards the window, Norrington would slip away quickly, and meander back to his office.
Will wakes up. It's been 6 days since his encounter with Norrington, and it was still as vivid as anything in his mind. He gets up and begins to clothe himself before heading down the stairs to him shop. He walks over to the window where he opened it a crack to allow some fresh air for company. As he begins to shuffle over to his swords, he overhears a couple outside his window:
"Did you hear? The Commodore is leaving today with a small crew to catch that, that awful pirate."
"What pirate?"
"Oh you know, that bloody Sparrow or what not."
Will's ears closed completely after hearing Jacks name. The only thing he cared about more than Norrington was his best friend. His head was spinning. What would happen if he caught Jack? He couldn't catch Jack could he? What will I do while Norrington's away?
The last question that entered his mind shocked him. How can he think about Norrington when Jack is getting closer and closer to the noose? Will collapses onto the chair behind him, pressing his hands to his head. He has no idea what to do. His heart beats violently his mind churning.
Finally he looks up; he stands up abruptly, grabs his coat, and runs out of his shop. He has a plan. He sprints past people, flying around the corners. When he reaches the docks, there are about 4 men in uniforms loading a few boxes onto the interceptor. He looks around searching for a way to board the ship, undetected. Swiftly, his eye catches a row of red canoes, bottom up on the rocky beach. His worried mouth splits into a brilliant smile, remembering his last encounter with a canoe. He nonchalantly waltzes up to the first canoe, looks around, and then sinks slowly to the ground, disappearing under it. Seconds later, a canoe with legs edges to the water, eventually disappearing under the surface. The whole time he's under his little air bubble, his smile lingers. When he reaches the side of the boat, he lifts himself out of the water, onto a row of ropes. He climbs all the way to the deck of the boat, but looks around for any sign of the crew. He sees no one.
On the floor of the deck he notices a door leading down under the deck. "The cabin," he thought. He pulls himself up, and quickly dives through the door, landing roughly in the cabin. He realizes that it's not very big, but he tiptoes behind a row of boxes where he lays down, completely invisible to anyone coming in. There he waits, quite pleased with himself. With his plan, he could be with Norrington, and at least attempt to save Jack at the same time. A few minutes later, he feels the boat start to move. Shouts on deck also trailed down to Will's ears. Then without warning, someone opened the cabin door and climbed down.
He heard the man rustle, and walk around, and he couldn't help but try to see what was happening. He slid his body till the top of his head and his eyes stuck out of the row of boxes. What he saw made his heart beat harder than ever. It was Norrington. Removing his clothes...
Cat4556: Here you go; more. You could most definitely cut their tension w/a knife. there's more in this chappie too Jehan's Muse: Aww, thank you! You're welcome-we needed something different.
Star-Empress: There's more. No, we haven't read that series.. who's it by? btw, I hate to be ignorant, but what's K'mira? Pointy-Eared Archer: here's another chappie of continuation! Yeah, Norrington rocks my world too.
A couple days had passed since Will and Norrington bumped into each other. Since then, neither one of them could think of anything else. Will's sword making came to a halt, and Norrington's plans to catch up with Jack were highly disabled. There were even a couple evenings when Norrington couldn't help walking the couple blocks to the window of Will's shop. If no one was around, he'd peek in the window looking to catch a glimpse of the boy. He usually found him hammering uselessly at a sword stopping every five seconds, or lying in a pile of hay, curled up as if hiding from something. And hiding he was. Will could not accept that he, who was supposed to be in love with Elizabeth, was now in love with another man. It scared him, but he could not hide from himself.
Retreating into his own head only brought him to fantasize about Norrington. Norrington would stay and watch the boy, aching to join him, while the heavy anchor of pride pulled him from the door. When Will would give the slightest indication that he might look towards the window, Norrington would slip away quickly, and meander back to his office.
Will wakes up. It's been 6 days since his encounter with Norrington, and it was still as vivid as anything in his mind. He gets up and begins to clothe himself before heading down the stairs to him shop. He walks over to the window where he opened it a crack to allow some fresh air for company. As he begins to shuffle over to his swords, he overhears a couple outside his window:
"Did you hear? The Commodore is leaving today with a small crew to catch that, that awful pirate."
"What pirate?"
"Oh you know, that bloody Sparrow or what not."
Will's ears closed completely after hearing Jacks name. The only thing he cared about more than Norrington was his best friend. His head was spinning. What would happen if he caught Jack? He couldn't catch Jack could he? What will I do while Norrington's away?
The last question that entered his mind shocked him. How can he think about Norrington when Jack is getting closer and closer to the noose? Will collapses onto the chair behind him, pressing his hands to his head. He has no idea what to do. His heart beats violently his mind churning.
Finally he looks up; he stands up abruptly, grabs his coat, and runs out of his shop. He has a plan. He sprints past people, flying around the corners. When he reaches the docks, there are about 4 men in uniforms loading a few boxes onto the interceptor. He looks around searching for a way to board the ship, undetected. Swiftly, his eye catches a row of red canoes, bottom up on the rocky beach. His worried mouth splits into a brilliant smile, remembering his last encounter with a canoe. He nonchalantly waltzes up to the first canoe, looks around, and then sinks slowly to the ground, disappearing under it. Seconds later, a canoe with legs edges to the water, eventually disappearing under the surface. The whole time he's under his little air bubble, his smile lingers. When he reaches the side of the boat, he lifts himself out of the water, onto a row of ropes. He climbs all the way to the deck of the boat, but looks around for any sign of the crew. He sees no one.
On the floor of the deck he notices a door leading down under the deck. "The cabin," he thought. He pulls himself up, and quickly dives through the door, landing roughly in the cabin. He realizes that it's not very big, but he tiptoes behind a row of boxes where he lays down, completely invisible to anyone coming in. There he waits, quite pleased with himself. With his plan, he could be with Norrington, and at least attempt to save Jack at the same time. A few minutes later, he feels the boat start to move. Shouts on deck also trailed down to Will's ears. Then without warning, someone opened the cabin door and climbed down.
He heard the man rustle, and walk around, and he couldn't help but try to see what was happening. He slid his body till the top of his head and his eyes stuck out of the row of boxes. What he saw made his heart beat harder than ever. It was Norrington. Removing his clothes...
Cat4556: Here you go; more. You could most definitely cut their tension w/a knife. there's more in this chappie too Jehan's Muse: Aww, thank you! You're welcome-we needed something different.
Star-Empress: There's more. No, we haven't read that series.. who's it by? btw, I hate to be ignorant, but what's K'mira? Pointy-Eared Archer: here's another chappie of continuation! Yeah, Norrington rocks my world too.