Sorry I haven't been updating diligently. But I've probably pissed a lot
of people off, what with being in the middle of two stories and now this
one making three. Ah, you're just gonna have to deal! Anyway, I hope you
like this chappie. Hopefully I can crank out these faster now that I'm on
three week break, but who knows, even without school I can sometimes get
lazy. Once again: DEAL! Oh, and on another completely different note, I
felt I had to share this, if you like Final Fantasy VIII (you probably
don't because most females don't play video games as obsessively as I do)
or know anything about it should download the music video that somebody
made using the Cranberries song Zombies. It is WONDERFUL! And it inspires
me every time I write. Honestly, it's great. I don't even know who made
it, which is a pity. Anyway, enjoy!
Jack blinked again, realizing that he had only been dreaming. Letting out a sigh of relief he rose slowly from his bed, shifting so that his feet dangled from the side. He opened a drawer from the nightstand beside his bed. In a secret compartment, hidden underneath jewelry and a few books, were the scripts that he had found on James the day he was rescued from the water. Shaking his head at the memory, Jack gathered the scripts and began to read them.
"What?!" I was supposed to wear that outfit?!" He snorted in indignation.
"I wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything like that," he announced decidedly.
Before he could finish reading the rest of the script, however, Jack heard a loud knock at the door.
"Are you talking to yourself again?"
'Oh no!' That was his father's voice! Quickly Jack lunged to a nearby chair in his room, hoping to grab the robe that lay draped over it. Completely missing the chair he ended up knocking over a dresser. A candle on top of the dresser rolled onto the ground and quickly set the expensive rug adorning his room on fire.
"Shit!" Jack whispered, trying to stamp out the flames.
"Oh no, don't make me bring the straight jacket!" Jack's father warned sternly.
"Hold on....just a minute...OW!" Finally, Jack succeeded in stamping out the flames. Although the rug was slightly charred, and the room smelled a bit smoky, he felt supremely confident that his father wouldn't notice. He shoved the script in his mass of dreadlocks and shouted,
"Come in!"
The governor strode into the room and suspiciously looked around. Within ten seconds she caught sight of the singed carpet and shook her head. Sighing she remarked,
"Weird."
Jack smiled and continued to feign innocence. Two maids bustled into the room and began opening curtains and straightening the room.
"Here. It's a gift." The governor shoved a parcel into Jack's hands. Jack opened it to reveal that inside was a lovely dress. He squealed in joy and the governor rolled her eyes. Indicating for him to change into it, she motioned for the two maids to help him put it on.
"May I inquire as to the occasion?"
"Ahh....no."
As Jack was being fitted into the dress, which was much too tight, he managed to gasp out,
"This has something to do with the Lieutenant doesn't it?"
"Sorta, he's a commodore now."
Jack was about to gasp out a retort when the corset was pulled too tightly, and he shrieked instead. Governor Maria rolled her eyes yet again and tapped her foot impatiently.
"Jack...how's it coming?"
"It's difficult to say." He barely managed to gasp out.
"I'm told it's fashionable, in some place..."
"Well the women there must have learned not to breathe."
At the pathetic and unfunny comment the governor rolled her eyes for the record breaking time. But that was to expected when one had such a spoiled and stupid daughter.
"M'lord you have a visitor." A butler politely informed his master.
Thankful for any excuse to get away from her annoying daughter, the governor made her way down the grand and noble staircase to see who was waiting for her.
********
James Norrington was waiting patiently for the governor to see him. He was no longer the young boy in need of rescuing. Instead he was more mature with an even larger powdered wig.
James was wandering around the front room where he awaited the governor to receive him. He began inspecting a candlestick holder attached to the wall. Reaching out to touch it, the man had barely grasped it when the whole thing came loose, falling onto the governor's pet dog, FrooFroo. The dog dropped down dead the moment the piece of metal hit him.
"Dammit!" The man cursed. He kneeled over the animal and attempted to give it CPR, but it just wasn't working. Still on his knees the man threw his hands into the air, after many failed attempts, and lifted his head to stare at the ceiling.
"Damn you! Live!"
At this time another butler was passing by, holding a tray for tea. As he was passing by, James grabbed the lifeless poodle and shoved it onto the tray. Nodding in approval James gave a triumphant smile and the butler rolled his eyes, yet continued on his way.
"Aha...Mr. Norrington." Surprised the man turned to face the governor. Suddenly remembering his purpose for arriving at the woman's home he stood up, dusted himself off, and brandished a parcel he had been concealing behind his back.
"Good day, sir. I have your order."
Unlatching the box, James snapped open the lid and presented to the governor a beautiful sword. Taking out a handful of cue cards, covered in sloppy handwriting, James prepared to go on a long tirade about the folded steel and the tang being perfectly balanced. The moment he opened his mouth, though, the governor frowned at him.
"Is that...is that fur in your mouth?"
Horrified, the man lifted realized that the poodle's hair had gotten stuck in his mouth when he had attempted to give it CPR. Before the governor could inquire further, a loud and annoying 'ahem' was heard.
"Jack....you look...ummm." The governor struggled to find the correct words as her daughter beamed down at them. She was about to speak when suddenly she tripped over the dress she was wearing and tripped down the remainder of the stairs. James and the governor cringed as Jack tumbled nonstop, until he finally crashed into a wall. Stunned and dazed he fell to his left side and fell down the remaining two stairs. Standing up slowly, his dreadlocks askew and dress wrinkled he managed a weak,
"I'm okay."
Straightening out her dress, Jack didn't notice James right away. After a moment of grumbling and complaining she lifted her head up, and came face to face with James.
"James! I Had a dream about you last night!"
"About me, Miss Sparrow?"
"James how many times must I ask you to call me Jack?"
"At least once more, Miss Sparrow. As always."
Tired of the desperate looks they were giving one another the governor practically dragged her daughter away, making up an excuse about being late.
"Good day, Mr. Norrington." Jack sarcastically remarked.
The governor gave his daughter a shove out the door, barely concealing a snicker when Jack fell in dirt and began whining again. Turning to James she turned serious and said,
"Do pass my compliments on to your master."
"I shall. A craftsman likes to know that his work is appreciated." James put on a fake smile and closed the box, making sure that the sword was placed neatly inside before handing it over to the governor.
As the governor and her entourage began to leave, James watched in silence. Following the company outside, James continued to stare as Jack was helped into a carriage. As the driver cracked his whip, signaling the horses in front to move, Jack briefly looked back at James.
"Good day... Jack." James sighed as the carriage vanished from sight.
*****
Jack blinked again, realizing that he had only been dreaming. Letting out a sigh of relief he rose slowly from his bed, shifting so that his feet dangled from the side. He opened a drawer from the nightstand beside his bed. In a secret compartment, hidden underneath jewelry and a few books, were the scripts that he had found on James the day he was rescued from the water. Shaking his head at the memory, Jack gathered the scripts and began to read them.
"What?!" I was supposed to wear that outfit?!" He snorted in indignation.
"I wouldn't be caught dead wearing anything like that," he announced decidedly.
Before he could finish reading the rest of the script, however, Jack heard a loud knock at the door.
"Are you talking to yourself again?"
'Oh no!' That was his father's voice! Quickly Jack lunged to a nearby chair in his room, hoping to grab the robe that lay draped over it. Completely missing the chair he ended up knocking over a dresser. A candle on top of the dresser rolled onto the ground and quickly set the expensive rug adorning his room on fire.
"Shit!" Jack whispered, trying to stamp out the flames.
"Oh no, don't make me bring the straight jacket!" Jack's father warned sternly.
"Hold on....just a minute...OW!" Finally, Jack succeeded in stamping out the flames. Although the rug was slightly charred, and the room smelled a bit smoky, he felt supremely confident that his father wouldn't notice. He shoved the script in his mass of dreadlocks and shouted,
"Come in!"
The governor strode into the room and suspiciously looked around. Within ten seconds she caught sight of the singed carpet and shook her head. Sighing she remarked,
"Weird."
Jack smiled and continued to feign innocence. Two maids bustled into the room and began opening curtains and straightening the room.
"Here. It's a gift." The governor shoved a parcel into Jack's hands. Jack opened it to reveal that inside was a lovely dress. He squealed in joy and the governor rolled her eyes. Indicating for him to change into it, she motioned for the two maids to help him put it on.
"May I inquire as to the occasion?"
"Ahh....no."
As Jack was being fitted into the dress, which was much too tight, he managed to gasp out,
"This has something to do with the Lieutenant doesn't it?"
"Sorta, he's a commodore now."
Jack was about to gasp out a retort when the corset was pulled too tightly, and he shrieked instead. Governor Maria rolled her eyes yet again and tapped her foot impatiently.
"Jack...how's it coming?"
"It's difficult to say." He barely managed to gasp out.
"I'm told it's fashionable, in some place..."
"Well the women there must have learned not to breathe."
At the pathetic and unfunny comment the governor rolled her eyes for the record breaking time. But that was to expected when one had such a spoiled and stupid daughter.
"M'lord you have a visitor." A butler politely informed his master.
Thankful for any excuse to get away from her annoying daughter, the governor made her way down the grand and noble staircase to see who was waiting for her.
********
James Norrington was waiting patiently for the governor to see him. He was no longer the young boy in need of rescuing. Instead he was more mature with an even larger powdered wig.
James was wandering around the front room where he awaited the governor to receive him. He began inspecting a candlestick holder attached to the wall. Reaching out to touch it, the man had barely grasped it when the whole thing came loose, falling onto the governor's pet dog, FrooFroo. The dog dropped down dead the moment the piece of metal hit him.
"Dammit!" The man cursed. He kneeled over the animal and attempted to give it CPR, but it just wasn't working. Still on his knees the man threw his hands into the air, after many failed attempts, and lifted his head to stare at the ceiling.
"Damn you! Live!"
At this time another butler was passing by, holding a tray for tea. As he was passing by, James grabbed the lifeless poodle and shoved it onto the tray. Nodding in approval James gave a triumphant smile and the butler rolled his eyes, yet continued on his way.
"Aha...Mr. Norrington." Surprised the man turned to face the governor. Suddenly remembering his purpose for arriving at the woman's home he stood up, dusted himself off, and brandished a parcel he had been concealing behind his back.
"Good day, sir. I have your order."
Unlatching the box, James snapped open the lid and presented to the governor a beautiful sword. Taking out a handful of cue cards, covered in sloppy handwriting, James prepared to go on a long tirade about the folded steel and the tang being perfectly balanced. The moment he opened his mouth, though, the governor frowned at him.
"Is that...is that fur in your mouth?"
Horrified, the man lifted realized that the poodle's hair had gotten stuck in his mouth when he had attempted to give it CPR. Before the governor could inquire further, a loud and annoying 'ahem' was heard.
"Jack....you look...ummm." The governor struggled to find the correct words as her daughter beamed down at them. She was about to speak when suddenly she tripped over the dress she was wearing and tripped down the remainder of the stairs. James and the governor cringed as Jack tumbled nonstop, until he finally crashed into a wall. Stunned and dazed he fell to his left side and fell down the remaining two stairs. Standing up slowly, his dreadlocks askew and dress wrinkled he managed a weak,
"I'm okay."
Straightening out her dress, Jack didn't notice James right away. After a moment of grumbling and complaining she lifted her head up, and came face to face with James.
"James! I Had a dream about you last night!"
"About me, Miss Sparrow?"
"James how many times must I ask you to call me Jack?"
"At least once more, Miss Sparrow. As always."
Tired of the desperate looks they were giving one another the governor practically dragged her daughter away, making up an excuse about being late.
"Good day, Mr. Norrington." Jack sarcastically remarked.
The governor gave his daughter a shove out the door, barely concealing a snicker when Jack fell in dirt and began whining again. Turning to James she turned serious and said,
"Do pass my compliments on to your master."
"I shall. A craftsman likes to know that his work is appreciated." James put on a fake smile and closed the box, making sure that the sword was placed neatly inside before handing it over to the governor.
As the governor and her entourage began to leave, James watched in silence. Following the company outside, James continued to stare as Jack was helped into a carriage. As the driver cracked his whip, signaling the horses in front to move, Jack briefly looked back at James.
"Good day... Jack." James sighed as the carriage vanished from sight.
*****