Okay. I realize that it's been a while since I've updated, but I'm afraid
that it's going to be at least a week or so between updates. I know it's a
feeble excuse, but eleventh grade has been hitting me really. Not pointing
any fingers (AP BIOLOGY!!!!!!!!!), but one certain class that will remain
unnamed (AP BIOLOGY!!!! ROAR!!!) has been really kicking my butt.
And just so you know, this story IS going to be finished. Don't worry about that. I know it takes me a while between chapters, but just know that I'm not just going to stop halfway through it. In truth I really hate it when authors do that.
One more thing. (and don't get angry at me I know all this info. is longer than the chapter) But THIS CHAPTER IS RATED 'R' FOR REASONS TO BE EXPLAINED LATER ON!!! SO DON'T BE ANGRY AT ME IF YOU READ IT AND THINK I'VE BEEN TOO GRAPHIC, OKAY?! Thanks, I just thought I'd warn you.
Ps. For those of you that don't know, or just don't remember, the Commodore's first name is James. (it says so on the deleted scenes on the DVD ;) )
Disclaimer:
Me: I do own them.
Disney: No you don't.
Me: YES I do.
Disney: Hey, don't make us take that new POTC poster that you just got.
Me: *gasp* you wouldn't dare.
Disney: Yes we would, now say it!
Me: You know, I could report this as child abuse......
Disney: While you're writing your appeal..........she doesn't own anything related to Pirates of the Caribbean except that poster and her DVD. (and that's how we like it)
Me: I so heard that.
Chapter 10
Get What You Deserve
Commodore Norrington walked through the ship with an uncharacteristic spring in his step. His little conversation with Elizabeth had gone fairly well. Sure her affections for him seemed less than satisfactory, but he knew it was just a cover-up for her true feelings.
"Not to worry, Elizabeth," he smirked to himself. "I will save you from that rash Turner. He'll see."
He had reached the captain's door. He raised his hand to knock, but paused before his knuckles had reached it.
He had never been in this room before. In truth, he had done his best to avoid it so far. The whole ship, from out to in, resembled any other pirate sip one could find himself on. The whole ship. Except for the Captain's quarters.
Though true that James had never been in the room, the door was enough to convince him that Captain Marquez and his woman lived much better on this ship than he did. The door was finely sanded oak, with a gold handle worth admiring. Surely someone had spent much time working on it. This room was a mysterious treasure.
Norrington blinked. Stuck in his thoughts, he had almost forgotten what he had come here for. He briskly knocked his knuckles against the solid door.
"Come in," called the Captain's gruff voice, slightly muffled through the door.
The commodore grasped the magnificent door handle, and, turning it, entered the Captain's quarters.
Upon first entry, he almost left, but manly desires kept James in the room.
Marquez, his pants below his knees, and Ali, completely naked with her long blonde hair spread across the ground, were lying on the floor. They were clearly having sex.
Norrington smiled greedily as his eyes moved across her nude form. She was a magnificent creature.
Marquez, who was on top, looked up at him.
"Norrington," he panted. "It's you. You took so long. We got bored."
Ali smiled and pushed some of her hair off her face, as Marquez pulled himself away from her. He lifted his pants, and grinned at his lover. "That was exquisite," he said. "We must do that again soon."
"How about right after the dear Commodore leaves?" Ali responded in her deep French accent, winking at Norrington as she too got off the floor. Norrington blushed as he watched her slowly get dressed.
She didn't seem at all embarrassed at being seen without clothing. Quite the contrary, she gave the visitor another wink and a smile before going and standing next to the desk at which Marquez was sitting.
"Well, Norrington," said Marquez, suddenly business-like behind the magnificent desk "What do you think about this room? I can see you just itching to take a look at it."
James, distracted by what had just happened, took a moment to remember how much he had wanted to inspect this office. He smiled, and looked around.
Everything was amazing. All the furniture looked as though it had taken years to make. The desk and its corresponding chair (now inhabited by Marquez) were a dark oak to match the door. They had intricate designs all over them. And the maps and paintings on the walls were just as exquisite.
"All of these objects must have taken forever to build," he commented. "The desk must have cost a fortune."
"I wouldn't know," said the Captain slyly. "I stole them."
"You stole a desk?"
"Yes. And believe me, it wasn't easy. This thing weighs more than it looks. Tell me," he added as Norrington looked around the room once more, "why are you so interested in my belongings, Commodore?"
James looked directly into Ali's eyes before saying "I have an interest in beautiful and rare things."
"Such as, oh say, Elizabeth Turner by chance?" Asked Captain Marquez. His voice was not accusatory, merely interested. But, either way, Norrington looked at him before answering. "Well, yes. I do love the woman. I simply thought.......well, I'm helping you become whole again..............and I just was thinking that it would be profit to me only if I could just return from this voyage with Elizabeth as my wife."
"Well I think that's a wonderful idea," agreed Marquez, smiling. "I mean, what's in it for you, right? You should get something."
Norrington nodded fervently. "Exactly. People don't just do random acts of kindness anymore. I deserve something too."
"That's right," piped up Ali suddenly, walking up from behind the desk. "You deserve something too. And I think I know precisely what." Her voice was so smooth and captivating. She moved behind him and rubbed the back of her hand against his neck.
"Oh really," said Norrington in an almost hungry voice. "What's that?"
"Before you give it to him," cut in Marquez. He too came out from behind the desk. Taking slow strides, he stopped in front of the Commodore and looked him right in the eyes. "I just have a quick question for you. We were planning on using the child's parents as bait to get the coin back. You knew this, correct?"
"Of course," said James with a smile.
"Then why were you planning on taking the woman when you knew we were going to kill her?"
"Well, that's what..........I thought we had just agreed that I deserved to get something. I mean, it's just one little thing. I thought that you could do this for me, and just allow me to have the woman. You can kill Turner. Just let me keep Elizabeth." His voice was starting to become slightly panicked.
"But that's not what the plan was. You knew what the plan was, and yet you thought you could be an exception." Marquez was very near the commodore now. They're noses were almost touching.
"But......no......that's not what-" started Norrington, but the Captain cut him off.
"But nothing, James. You tried to trick us. So, I think it's time that you do get what you deserve."
He looked at Ali, and nodded.
The woman bent down, and pulled something out of a holster attached to her calf. She rubbed her hands roughly through the commodore's hair, and then quickly brushed her left hand across his neck.
Instantly, Norrington started to choke. He put his hands up to his throat, and removed them, revealing blood.
He turned to Ali, who was holding a small, now bloody blade. There was a smile playing across her face.
Still choking and spluttering, commodore Norrington turned around once more to face the captain.
"You should have known not to trust pirates, commodore," said Marquez. "And one more thing." He pulled his sword out of its sheath, and shoved it forcefully into Norrington's chest. Ignoring the convulsive movements the man was now giving, Marquez leaned forward, and whispered into his ear, "Nobody looks at my wife like that except me, you stupid bastard."
In one swift movement, he removed the man from the end of his sword, and kicked him away.
Norrington when reeling away, and hit the beautiful oak door he so loved. He slid slowly down it, staining it red as he died.
Well there's chapter ten for you. I hope that holds you for a while. I'm going to try and update sooner, I promise.
Now go. Go review. GO! Er.......please?
And just so you know, this story IS going to be finished. Don't worry about that. I know it takes me a while between chapters, but just know that I'm not just going to stop halfway through it. In truth I really hate it when authors do that.
One more thing. (and don't get angry at me I know all this info. is longer than the chapter) But THIS CHAPTER IS RATED 'R' FOR REASONS TO BE EXPLAINED LATER ON!!! SO DON'T BE ANGRY AT ME IF YOU READ IT AND THINK I'VE BEEN TOO GRAPHIC, OKAY?! Thanks, I just thought I'd warn you.
Ps. For those of you that don't know, or just don't remember, the Commodore's first name is James. (it says so on the deleted scenes on the DVD ;) )
Disclaimer:
Me: I do own them.
Disney: No you don't.
Me: YES I do.
Disney: Hey, don't make us take that new POTC poster that you just got.
Me: *gasp* you wouldn't dare.
Disney: Yes we would, now say it!
Me: You know, I could report this as child abuse......
Disney: While you're writing your appeal..........she doesn't own anything related to Pirates of the Caribbean except that poster and her DVD. (and that's how we like it)
Me: I so heard that.
Chapter 10
Get What You Deserve
Commodore Norrington walked through the ship with an uncharacteristic spring in his step. His little conversation with Elizabeth had gone fairly well. Sure her affections for him seemed less than satisfactory, but he knew it was just a cover-up for her true feelings.
"Not to worry, Elizabeth," he smirked to himself. "I will save you from that rash Turner. He'll see."
He had reached the captain's door. He raised his hand to knock, but paused before his knuckles had reached it.
He had never been in this room before. In truth, he had done his best to avoid it so far. The whole ship, from out to in, resembled any other pirate sip one could find himself on. The whole ship. Except for the Captain's quarters.
Though true that James had never been in the room, the door was enough to convince him that Captain Marquez and his woman lived much better on this ship than he did. The door was finely sanded oak, with a gold handle worth admiring. Surely someone had spent much time working on it. This room was a mysterious treasure.
Norrington blinked. Stuck in his thoughts, he had almost forgotten what he had come here for. He briskly knocked his knuckles against the solid door.
"Come in," called the Captain's gruff voice, slightly muffled through the door.
The commodore grasped the magnificent door handle, and, turning it, entered the Captain's quarters.
Upon first entry, he almost left, but manly desires kept James in the room.
Marquez, his pants below his knees, and Ali, completely naked with her long blonde hair spread across the ground, were lying on the floor. They were clearly having sex.
Norrington smiled greedily as his eyes moved across her nude form. She was a magnificent creature.
Marquez, who was on top, looked up at him.
"Norrington," he panted. "It's you. You took so long. We got bored."
Ali smiled and pushed some of her hair off her face, as Marquez pulled himself away from her. He lifted his pants, and grinned at his lover. "That was exquisite," he said. "We must do that again soon."
"How about right after the dear Commodore leaves?" Ali responded in her deep French accent, winking at Norrington as she too got off the floor. Norrington blushed as he watched her slowly get dressed.
She didn't seem at all embarrassed at being seen without clothing. Quite the contrary, she gave the visitor another wink and a smile before going and standing next to the desk at which Marquez was sitting.
"Well, Norrington," said Marquez, suddenly business-like behind the magnificent desk "What do you think about this room? I can see you just itching to take a look at it."
James, distracted by what had just happened, took a moment to remember how much he had wanted to inspect this office. He smiled, and looked around.
Everything was amazing. All the furniture looked as though it had taken years to make. The desk and its corresponding chair (now inhabited by Marquez) were a dark oak to match the door. They had intricate designs all over them. And the maps and paintings on the walls were just as exquisite.
"All of these objects must have taken forever to build," he commented. "The desk must have cost a fortune."
"I wouldn't know," said the Captain slyly. "I stole them."
"You stole a desk?"
"Yes. And believe me, it wasn't easy. This thing weighs more than it looks. Tell me," he added as Norrington looked around the room once more, "why are you so interested in my belongings, Commodore?"
James looked directly into Ali's eyes before saying "I have an interest in beautiful and rare things."
"Such as, oh say, Elizabeth Turner by chance?" Asked Captain Marquez. His voice was not accusatory, merely interested. But, either way, Norrington looked at him before answering. "Well, yes. I do love the woman. I simply thought.......well, I'm helping you become whole again..............and I just was thinking that it would be profit to me only if I could just return from this voyage with Elizabeth as my wife."
"Well I think that's a wonderful idea," agreed Marquez, smiling. "I mean, what's in it for you, right? You should get something."
Norrington nodded fervently. "Exactly. People don't just do random acts of kindness anymore. I deserve something too."
"That's right," piped up Ali suddenly, walking up from behind the desk. "You deserve something too. And I think I know precisely what." Her voice was so smooth and captivating. She moved behind him and rubbed the back of her hand against his neck.
"Oh really," said Norrington in an almost hungry voice. "What's that?"
"Before you give it to him," cut in Marquez. He too came out from behind the desk. Taking slow strides, he stopped in front of the Commodore and looked him right in the eyes. "I just have a quick question for you. We were planning on using the child's parents as bait to get the coin back. You knew this, correct?"
"Of course," said James with a smile.
"Then why were you planning on taking the woman when you knew we were going to kill her?"
"Well, that's what..........I thought we had just agreed that I deserved to get something. I mean, it's just one little thing. I thought that you could do this for me, and just allow me to have the woman. You can kill Turner. Just let me keep Elizabeth." His voice was starting to become slightly panicked.
"But that's not what the plan was. You knew what the plan was, and yet you thought you could be an exception." Marquez was very near the commodore now. They're noses were almost touching.
"But......no......that's not what-" started Norrington, but the Captain cut him off.
"But nothing, James. You tried to trick us. So, I think it's time that you do get what you deserve."
He looked at Ali, and nodded.
The woman bent down, and pulled something out of a holster attached to her calf. She rubbed her hands roughly through the commodore's hair, and then quickly brushed her left hand across his neck.
Instantly, Norrington started to choke. He put his hands up to his throat, and removed them, revealing blood.
He turned to Ali, who was holding a small, now bloody blade. There was a smile playing across her face.
Still choking and spluttering, commodore Norrington turned around once more to face the captain.
"You should have known not to trust pirates, commodore," said Marquez. "And one more thing." He pulled his sword out of its sheath, and shoved it forcefully into Norrington's chest. Ignoring the convulsive movements the man was now giving, Marquez leaned forward, and whispered into his ear, "Nobody looks at my wife like that except me, you stupid bastard."
In one swift movement, he removed the man from the end of his sword, and kicked him away.
Norrington when reeling away, and hit the beautiful oak door he so loved. He slid slowly down it, staining it red as he died.
Well there's chapter ten for you. I hope that holds you for a while. I'm going to try and update sooner, I promise.
Now go. Go review. GO! Er.......please?