Title: I wish I may; I wish I might

Author: Marlena ( & Trav )

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Disclaimer: I ( Actually WE ) don't own anything, or anyone. This is based strictly on role-play. It has nothing to do with the real Pirates of the Caribbean. It would be a 'before look' if anything; based on the content. The characters, setting, etc is from the movie, and this is my way of stating I'm NOT claming ownership. So don't screw me, err sue me, okay? The portrayal of Elizabeth Swann is credit to Marlena; while on the flipside, Will Turner is credit to Trav. Comments are always welcome. ( For this chapter, Captain Norrington is also credited to Marlena )

Prologue: Elizabeth Swann is the governor's daughter. Will ( William ) Turner, is a simple blacksmith. As far as everything was stated, these two were from two different worlds, and were never to come together in any way shape or form. But can classes stand in the way of true love?

Author Note: The following chapter is an encounter between 'Captain' Norrington, and Elizabeth. It's supposed to take place after the chapter 8 happenings, of course, but will Elizabeth turn her love off for Will for one night with the Captain? [This chapter may consider scenes, thoughts, implied vision, and both verbal and physical innuendo that may not be suitable for all audiences. Readers discretion is advised. ]

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Chapter Nine: Malevolent Accord

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Elizabeth was beside herself, with rage - torment - sadness, it was all so overwhelming. She was having trouble gaining composure over her feelings as she walked down the road toward the fort, where her father had apparently been all afternoon with Captain Norrington. She didn't really want to see Captain Norrington right now…but then again, a part of her…did? Something just wasn't right. "No, Elizabeth. You need to pull yourself together…" She muttered to herself as she walked up to the fort. The two men standing guard by the entrance nodded respectfully to Elizabeth, but deep down were wondering why she was there. It wasn't a woman's 'place' for social call. It was a place of business. She did her best to smile to them, thanking them for their service, as she entered - glancing around with a sigh. Elizabeth stood on the wall, looking over at the salty ocean below crashing against the rocks, when a hand touched her shoulder. Spinning around furiously, Elizabeth felt her heart racing, but the hand squeezed, giving her a sense of security, and dread, as she looked at Captain Norrington.

"Forgive me, Elizabeth, I didn't mean to frighten you." Norrington said delicately, as he extended his hand to Elizabeth. "Come, the wind is rather harsh…wouldn't want it to sting your lovely face…" Elizabeth wearily took Captain Norrington's hand, and he helped her down off the wall. It looked a storm was heading toward Port Royal, and they would have been right in the middle of it. "I do believe though, we need to talk. Is that alright?"

"Of course, Captain." Elizabeth said with a soft smile. It was the first time in - ever, that Elizabeth smiled at James Norrington. After all, she never did have anything to smile about when it came to him. He was always trying to stick a wedge of sort between her and Will. That was useless, the wedge had been driven and was seemingly permanently encased between them. What was left for her besides taking place with someone of her class? After all, that would impress and over joy her father, it would probably also please Captain N- no…Elizabeth couldn't really be thinking about doing that could she? Norrington lead Elizabeth into his office, and motioned for her to have a seat.

"Would you like something to drink?" He asked, as he walked over to the cupboard by the door, and Elizabeth looked a little nervous being in there. She shook her head lightly, and he smiled a little. "Don't worry, Elizabeth. I won't hurt you…"

"I know." She said quietly, taking a deep breath. "Water, please." she said finally, which caused him to smile. She was opening up to him, that's what he wanted. Norrington moved to grab a glass, and poured some water into it. Handing it to Elizabeth, she nodded softly, taking it from him. "Thank you, captain."

"You don't need to refer to me like that, Elizabeth. I think we know each other well enough that we're beyond last name bases." Norrington said, as he sat down across from Elizabeth. She looked a little uneasy about the entire situation, but Norrington didn't notice. Nor did he care to notice. This was something he had wanted for a while, was to have her all to himself. And now that he heard all ties between her and that, blacksmith - were severed? He had as much of a chance now as ever, to get into her life. And stay there. "I know it's a difficult subject to bring up, and I do apologize in advance, but how are things between you and Mr. Turner? I had heard some awful things as of late…"

"There is nothing between us, Cap- James…" She cut herself off from calling him Captain, but nearly choked - calling him his first name. This caused Norrington to smile smugly. "I mean…" Elizabeth took a small sip from her water. "We were friends until he decided to hurt me. Perhaps it was just opportune for him…" Norrington's smug smirk shifted to an annoyed expression, as if he didn't know what had happened. Oh, but he did. He knew it all. "I really shouldn't go on about this."

"Please. Do." Norrington encouraged her, and reached out, placing his hand on Elizabeth's hands, which rested on her knee. Elizabeth glanced up at James, and he had a warm smile on his face, as he pulled one of her hands into his. "I mean, I want to listen, Elizabeth. I'm here to listen." She sighed softly, and gave a nod. She didn't remove her hand though, which was in fact odd - but Norrington wasn't saying a word. It was a start - a positive one…and he was going to keep going with this lead. Perhaps, things could even lead further than just a friendly kiss. The thought alone made his smile more sinister, yet he hid it was compassion. "So go ahead, Elizabeth…what did he say? What did he do?"

"It's just, peculiar you don't already know." Elizabeth said tartly, as she looked into James' eyes a moment. She had never noticed the deepness, the colour, or the depth to his eyes. They were actually, comforting. She was able to smile. "Well, you know how his type can be…" Elizabeth stopped. His type? What in the hell are you doing? Saying? She scolded herself internally. She could have almost cried right then and there, realizing what she had said. Her eyes filled with water, nearly falling over the brim of her dark irises. She felt as if in one sentence she had betrayed him further. "I shouldn't have said that."

"No, Elizabeth…that's exactly right." James said, squeezing her hand reassuringly. "You're finally realizing what I've been trying to say all along, my dear. He is nothing more than a leech, you know. You deserve so much better than that?"

"Like who, James?" Elizabeth asked, shaking her head. She didn't believe that at all. She didn't think there was anything wrong with Will except for the fact of his attitude. Oh, and how he acted. He seemed like he didn't even care about her anymore, why did she still care about him? What fair was it for her to beat herself up over him? She sighed again, looking down. "It just doesn't make sense to me anymore. I'm only 18. I don't know what I want."

"You should want what every good woman wants." James said, and Elizabeth looked up at him, confused. "A good man, Elizabeth. A man who will be willing to take care of you, answer to your every beckon call, wait on you at any whim you please. You deserve that and more, and speaking from a male point of view, I don't rightfully believe you'll get all you deserve with Mr. Turner."

"I…" Elizabeth stopped. She hadn't even thought about anything like that, but she shook her head. "No, I must protest. You don't know Will, he would do whatever it took to make sure the woman he loved was taken care of…"

"What if you aren't that woman, Elizabeth?"

The question slapped her across the face. She couldn't even think anymore. Her entire train of thought had been derailed with such a simple sentence. James hid his outer delight, but he knew what he had done. He had made her think. Actually, what he had caused was a stir of upsetting emotions to well up inside of Elizabeth, and she was on the verge of crying again. Why did he have to make her second guess her heart? She was still 100 percent Will's girl, there was nothing that would change that. Or at least she thought, there was nothing that could change that.

"You're wrong." She said. And that was all she could say. It was even a stretch to come out with such a simple phrase as such, but her chest was tightening. Her throat, dry, as she grabbed the glass with her free hand, in which Norrington hadn't a hold of. She nearly dropped the glass, but regained composure, taking a long drink from it. Finishing it off, she placed it down on his desk. She looked at him, shaking her head again. "You're wrong."

"Am I, Elizabeth? Your lack of words seem to make me think I'm quite right…" James said, as he slowly stood up, pulling the girl with him. He looked down at her, never releasing grip on her hand, and pulled her closer with his other arm as it snaked around her body. "I wish you no harm, Elizabeth. I just want you to see what I see. Open those beautiful eyes of yours, and see what mine already see. Open that beautiful mind of yours…and know what I already do…"

"You know nothing, of William Turner, Captain." Elizabeth spat out, but Norrington shook his head. This was going to take a lot more than he had thought. "Let go of me…"

"You're going to run to him, aren't you? You're going to be a whore to a peasant?" He snapped, as he grabbed the side of her face, forcing her to look up. "You will learn your place quickly, Elizabeth. If you don't, not only will I have Mr. Turner exported from Port Royal like yesterdays goods, but I will make sure he will never come back. I'll treat him like the scum he is, and engage him with a date at the gallows. I'm sure that would rest heavily on your conscious…"

"Are you threatening me?! You can't do that!" Elizabeth said, as she struggled to get away from him, but Norrington would never release. His grip only got tighter. "Release me now, I demand it!"

"Your commands me nothing to me, Ms. Swann." Norrington said forcefully, as he shoved Elizabeth back against his desk. She winced from the pain of her back hitting the hard wood, as Norrington pressed his body against her. "You know, Elizabeth, you will find out what it's like to buck up against your new Commodore…sooner than you'd like." He said as he grinded his body against her, but Elizabeth didn't take it lightly. He had her hands above her head, pinned down, as his free hand traveled the extents of her body, a smirk on his face. "If I was any less of a man, I would find this incredibly arousing. Sort of like your loving William Turner might? Do you think he would be interested in watching?"

Elizabeth had enough of the salty tone, the ego, and most of all his forcefulness. She brought up her knee, catching Norrington in the groin, which caused him to loosen his grasp on her hands. She looked around feverishly, and found a ceramic statuette on his desk. Picking it up with both hands, she glared at Captain Norrington.

"I'll take into consideration your words, when I need to be sick." Elizabeth hissed at him, as she brought the statuette down, smashing it over Norrington's head. Hitting the floor, James grabbed his head, as Elizabeth quickly stepped over his body, making for the door. James looked up, sneering vindictively.

"If you tell anyone of this Elizabeth, he WILL DIE!" Norrington shouted, but Elizabeth kept running. She slammed the door of his office behind her, and continued on. She was sobbing, she knew what he was after. What he wanted. But thankfully, she got away. God, all she was thinking about was Will, how he would have never done something to her, he respected her! Norrington just was after one thing, and she wasn't going to have any part of it, not now - not ever!

She left the fort, tears streaming from her eyes and her body heavy with fatigue, but she didn't stop. She couldn't. She ran all the way to the Swann manor, where she flung open the door, and instantaneously went straight for the stairs. Jaquiline heard the door, and saw only but Elizabeth's shadow running up the stairwell, then heard the slamming of a door upstairs. Jaquiline's thought, was her upset was about Will…so returned to her work with a heavy sigh. But in her room, Elizabeth threw herself onto her bed, curling up into a fetal position. Her body was shaking, her eyes red and glassed over, tears still falling like fresh rain on a spring morning. Her chest, was aching, her legs, sore from running. Her heart, breaking with every second she thought. She had nobody. Nobody she could trust. Will was out, wasn't he? And Norrington, was no longer even a consideration. Her father would never believe her, that his precious Commodore in training would ever, touch his daughter in the fashion that he was aiming to…and Jaquiline would never let it rest. She felt alone, and she couldn't talk about it…

…After all, if she spoke a word, Will would be dead….

[There's another chapter kids, hope you're all still tuned in and enjoying]