Kin
Part Thirteen : In Which All Depart Unluckily
by : epiphanies
James Norrington awoke to the beatific sunrise over the waters of Port Royal. As the fiery light danced over the soothing waves, a splash of colour illuminated his bedroom chamber. He sniffed and ran his fingers through his dark, cropped hair.
"And the sun rises on another morning on the island of Jamaica," he murmured, slipping on his dressing gown and glancing into his looking glass. He raised an eyebrow at his own disarray and decided to immediately change into his uniform. He turned to his wardrobe, but before stepping toward it his attention was caught by an envelope on the floor, seemingly slipped underneath.
"What on earth," his eyebrows furrowed, and he silently reminded himself how stuffy he sounded, even when he was by his lonesome. With curious hands he picked up the note and unfolded it. His eyes grew wide as he read it aloud:
"Dear James... I very much enjoyed our engagement yesterday evening... You will make a very fine husband to a very fine woman... I am not that fine woman. You were undoubtably swayed last evening by my poise, and perhaps my mystique... James, daughters of pirates, I'm afraid to say, have some rather misleading charms... I am sorry, James-"
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"-but I must follow my path, or, so to speak, ride my wave," a clearly dishevelled Will read disbelievingly from the doorway, Elizabeth staring at him will tearing eyes from their bed, "If ever you need me-"
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"-find Captain Jack Sparrow and I'll not be far behind. I appreciate your kindness more than you will ever know," the Commodore sat down sadly onto his bed, defeated.
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"Love, Desdemona."
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"How be you, Miss Turner?" asked a kind voice from behind her.
She turned, the wind whipping her hair and not feeling a bit sick, to smile at Mr Gibbs.
"I feel magnificent."
"The Pearl'll do that to you, Miss."
"Please, Joshamee. Call me Desdemona."
He smiled and she smiled back, and she gave a little wave to Jack, who was glancing back at the line that was Port Royal with eyes that only read one way : He was worried that they were going to be followed.
She grinned deeper and shouted, "Weigh the anchor, Jack, there is no turning round!"
Then, she raised a golden-dazzled hand in salute to the crew and they joined her in screaming to the ocean, to the wind, to the world:
"Drink up me hearties, Yo Ho!"
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The End!!!
Did that surprise you? The end part?
I apologize. I forgot to warn you. This is the inevitable last chapter - at least for now. Perhaps I shall continue in the future, but I am doing a historical vampire novel(la?) which I am sure will take up a lot of my writing time. Hope this is satisfactory, if not a little bit...er...mean. :D I'll continue on with PotC fics as well, they're so fun. Thanks so much for your support in all this, guys. You're all too sweet. And I didn't show Desdemona making her actual decision...well, because it would have taken away from the "oomph" and the "ahh." I think. Er. LoL. TTFN, all of you lovely people. Hugs to all.
::Update:: (about five minutes later from last little "the end" blurb.) It'll probably continue. I've decided now. In another story form, perhaps, but it shall continue sometime. I've left too much out there to play with. *grin*