I changed the title a) because I decided that James Norrington's eyes seem
more green than blue, so they're green now (although I've checked and where
I've checked say Jack Davenport's eyes are brown, so it's either labeled
wrong, or he wore contacts, or he just has really cool color changing
eyes.or something), and b) because the Wet Blue Eyes thing really only
applied to the first chapter, but now that it's a series..hence, the title
change.
*~*~*~* Commodore James Norrington stands on the deck of the HMS Dauntless, breathing in the scent of the sea and the creaking wood beneath his feet. Glad that he has their time on the sea mostly to himself, he can barely contain his look of enjoyment before he gets to his Captain's quarters, with orders to the crew that they are not to bother him unless it's extremely important.
A quiet whoop fills the room as James flops down on his bed, wiggling a bit in contentment. He sets his hat and wig on the desk, which is nearby, and pulls off his coat and shirt, lying back on the bed in only his trousers and boots.
He would have liked to think some things over, which is the whole reason for going out to sea in the first place, but he falls asleep almost immediately. ~*~*~
A frantic knocking on the cabin door startles him right off the bed, tangled in the sheets. "What is it?" he calls, working to untangle himself, kicking at the sheets with his bare feet, his boots having come off sometime during his nap.
"Sir, we've found her. The Black Pearl, we've found her!"
James stares at the door, bewildered at this bit of information, until Lieutenant Gillette opens it, poking his head through the gap, blinking when he sees James' state of undress. "Sir?"
The timid voice snaps him back to reality and he lurches to his feet, pulling the door open further and scrambling past the man, out onto the deck to stare dumbfounded at what is indeed the Black Pearl coming up close to his ship.
Lieutenant Groves comes up to him and says, "What's your plan of action?" seeming to ignore that the Commodore is in naught but his trousers.
James still doesn't answer, just stands there, staring open-mouthed as Jack's crew prepares to board when the ships are close enough. It's when the crew actually starts to swing over onto his ship that he regains his senses. "Jack Sparrow, what's the meaning of this?"
Said pirate lands gracefully on the deck and swaggers over to him, and though there's a pistol in one of Jack's hands, aimed at him, he can't help the leap in his chest at seeing the bronzed skin and beaded hair again. "Ah, Commodore, I thought you'd have learned by now: it's Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? Now, if you'll be so kind, and hold out your hands?"
James gives him a suspicious look, but holds out his hands, a small scowl appearing on his face when a length of rope is tied around his wrists. "You do so love that look, James," a voice murmurs in his ear when he's spun around and pulled back against Jack's chest. He looks at his officers' faces as he's moved backwards, and momentarily wonders why they aren't doing anything, before the barrel of a gun is pressed to his side.
"You won't get away with this, Jack," but the words aren't entirely as forceful as he should want them to be; he can feel the heat from Jack's skin on his bare back, the sensation proving to be a wonderful distraction, in the most disturbingly delightful way.
"Never fear, gentlemen. Your beloved Commodore will be returned to you, in time. I must ask that you not come for him prematurely." Jack calls back to The Dauntless when they're aboard The Pearl. That said, the gangplank between the two ships is pulled back, and The Black Pearl takes off.
James sighs softly as he stands on the deck, the feel of the wind and smell of the sea somehow different now that he doesn't have to come up with excuses for his men. In a way, he's free, even though he's been captured. ~*~*~*~
*~*~*~* Commodore James Norrington stands on the deck of the HMS Dauntless, breathing in the scent of the sea and the creaking wood beneath his feet. Glad that he has their time on the sea mostly to himself, he can barely contain his look of enjoyment before he gets to his Captain's quarters, with orders to the crew that they are not to bother him unless it's extremely important.
A quiet whoop fills the room as James flops down on his bed, wiggling a bit in contentment. He sets his hat and wig on the desk, which is nearby, and pulls off his coat and shirt, lying back on the bed in only his trousers and boots.
He would have liked to think some things over, which is the whole reason for going out to sea in the first place, but he falls asleep almost immediately. ~*~*~
A frantic knocking on the cabin door startles him right off the bed, tangled in the sheets. "What is it?" he calls, working to untangle himself, kicking at the sheets with his bare feet, his boots having come off sometime during his nap.
"Sir, we've found her. The Black Pearl, we've found her!"
James stares at the door, bewildered at this bit of information, until Lieutenant Gillette opens it, poking his head through the gap, blinking when he sees James' state of undress. "Sir?"
The timid voice snaps him back to reality and he lurches to his feet, pulling the door open further and scrambling past the man, out onto the deck to stare dumbfounded at what is indeed the Black Pearl coming up close to his ship.
Lieutenant Groves comes up to him and says, "What's your plan of action?" seeming to ignore that the Commodore is in naught but his trousers.
James still doesn't answer, just stands there, staring open-mouthed as Jack's crew prepares to board when the ships are close enough. It's when the crew actually starts to swing over onto his ship that he regains his senses. "Jack Sparrow, what's the meaning of this?"
Said pirate lands gracefully on the deck and swaggers over to him, and though there's a pistol in one of Jack's hands, aimed at him, he can't help the leap in his chest at seeing the bronzed skin and beaded hair again. "Ah, Commodore, I thought you'd have learned by now: it's Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy? Now, if you'll be so kind, and hold out your hands?"
James gives him a suspicious look, but holds out his hands, a small scowl appearing on his face when a length of rope is tied around his wrists. "You do so love that look, James," a voice murmurs in his ear when he's spun around and pulled back against Jack's chest. He looks at his officers' faces as he's moved backwards, and momentarily wonders why they aren't doing anything, before the barrel of a gun is pressed to his side.
"You won't get away with this, Jack," but the words aren't entirely as forceful as he should want them to be; he can feel the heat from Jack's skin on his bare back, the sensation proving to be a wonderful distraction, in the most disturbingly delightful way.
"Never fear, gentlemen. Your beloved Commodore will be returned to you, in time. I must ask that you not come for him prematurely." Jack calls back to The Dauntless when they're aboard The Pearl. That said, the gangplank between the two ships is pulled back, and The Black Pearl takes off.
James sighs softly as he stands on the deck, the feel of the wind and smell of the sea somehow different now that he doesn't have to come up with excuses for his men. In a way, he's free, even though he's been captured. ~*~*~*~