The song is Fallin by the mucho talented Alicia Keys. I didn't have the
lyrics saved on my computer so I made my best guess at them. Correct me if
I'm wrong. Gracias! (review)
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Chapter Sixteen
Days on the Sea
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I keep on fallin'
In and out
Of love with you
And I never Loved someone The way I love you I never felt this way How do you give me So much pleasure Cause me so much pain Just when I think I'm more than Just a fool I keep on fallin' Back in love with you ~*~
James Norrington didn't like being denied, but he could not say that no one said no to him because Elizabeth Swann just had.
Repeatedly.
"Why do I have to chase after her so?" he asked himself, frustrated. "I'm making a bloody fool of myself."
"Indeed," answered an old coot standing nearby. "Indeed, you are making a fool of yourself, standing in the middle of the road talking to your imaginary friends." The old man raised his bushy black eyebrows, which were in stark contrast to the white of his hair. James glared at him.
"No one asked you," he replied childishly.
The old man shrugged. "No one asks me anything." He picked up his basket and walked away. James let out an angry noise and stomped the rest of the way to the fort. Were the confines of his office his only refuge? He resisted the urge to ask this question aloud and entered his office in silence. The room was welcoming, to his eyes at least. The wood was a warm color, the floorboards were clean, and the plush rug he had spread across it was soft. Maps hung on the walls, depicting the oceans and the islands dotted across them. A portrait of the king graced a stand near the window. James's desk was at the head of the room, of course, and he sat at it and tried to decide what to do next.
But, instead of plotting his plan of action concerning Elizabeth (the future Mrs. Commodore, as he liked to think of her), he gazed disinterestedly out the sprawling windows that lined the wall behind his desk. The Caribbean Sea spread out in front of him, lovely and blue. He could see the clean, massive white sails of the Dauntless flapping in the breeze. Sailors moved about on the deck of the great ship, looking like miniatures from so far away. They were removing the British flag from the flagpole of the ship to prevent it from being damaged in the strong breeze.
James turned away from the windows and picked up his quill to jot a few notes on the weather and ship conditions down in his daily log, but these facts held no interest for him today. He couldn't keep Elizabeth's face out of his mind, and he could not stop himself from hearing her voice in his head. In vain he fought the urge to analyze every word she had said, looking for possible hesitations or second thoughts.
"Maybe it just wasn't meant to be," he muttered.
He couldn't convince himself that this was true, and it's safe to say that the rest of the Commodore's day was wasted utterly.
~*~
"Why did you want to see me?" Will asked. He was standing rather awkwardly in front of the closed door that led out of the Captain's quarters. Jack was wandering around the room aimlessly, like he had never been in his own quarters before.
"Ah yes, that," he said rather absentmindedly. "I suppose the girl is going to want to go home?"
"You mean, Serenity?" asked Will stupidly.
"No. Anamaria." Jack rolled his eyes. "Of course Serenity, you blubber-minded idiot."
"She wants to go home," Will answered, "but she doesn't want to be a burden, either. She wouldn't want you to go out of your way just to bring her home."
"Well, can she work?"
"Of course, that's the only way she's been able to stay alive all these months on that.other ship."
Jack sighed and kicked off his boots before sitting down in an overstuffed torn easy chair that he had placed on the corner of the room. He put his boots up on a small table he had put in front of it and almost knocked over the basket of apples he had placed there. "Reckon she had a hard time of it over there, eh," he mumbled. Will could tell that he was thinking of what he could do to get Serenity back home. "So she'd be willin' to stay on for awhile?"
"She would."
"Aye then," Jack said, with an air like some important affair had been settled. "She stays! Get back to work."
Will nodded and exited the quarters, closing the door softly behind him. He returned to the deck, feeling the sun warm his face as he reached it. It was sunny now, but Will spotted some dark clouds gathering on the horizon. It looked like they might be in for a storm soon. Ana also saw the clouds. "They'll pass," she said.
He found Serenity working next to Mr. Cotton, up on the rigging. Be careful, be careful, be careful. This mantra ran through his head as she descended the rigging with ease- better than Will himself could, actually. These days on the sea had changed her so much, but she was still so much the same as she had been before either of them had left Port Royale. Her pale skin had burned and become browned, her brown hair had lightened with deep red highlights in the sun, and her soft curls had become wiry with salt. But her smile was still the same.
"Why did Jack want to see you?" Serenity asked, her head tilted in a curious way under the floppy hat she wore to shield her eyes from the burning Caribbean sun.
Will sighed. "He wanted to talk to me about you, actually."
"Really?"
"Yes.by looks of things, you might have to stay out here for a while and work with us."
"That's fine," she answered. "Actually, I've been wanting to delay my return home for as long as possible.but that's selfish of me."
"Why don't you want to go home?" Will asked.
"I do want to go home, it's just.it's just going to be so strange, after all this time, after everything that's happened to us." she paused. "My mother and father think I'm dead, don't they?"
Will hesitated, then nodded. Serenity shook her head.
"My poor parents." she said, her voice trailing off. "But I'll be home as soon as I can." She looked up at Will. "There's really nothing I can do."
"No," he answered truthfully. "But you're going to stay with me. I won't let anything happen to you."
"I know." Serenity turned her head and looked out across the ocean. "It's so beautiful out here," she said. "Now I feel as if I can actually.enjoy it."
Will agreed. "Now we can both enjoy it." Now that Serenity was safe.now that Will knew she was alive.it was like a tremendous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He would throw no more notes out to sea. He didn't need to. The worry that had taken up a piece of his heart while she had been gone was now filled with happiness at her safe return.
I don't have to lose her again, he thought. Never again.
~*~
Chapter Sixteen
Days on the Sea
~*~
I keep on fallin'
In and out
Of love with you
And I never Loved someone The way I love you I never felt this way How do you give me So much pleasure Cause me so much pain Just when I think I'm more than Just a fool I keep on fallin' Back in love with you ~*~
James Norrington didn't like being denied, but he could not say that no one said no to him because Elizabeth Swann just had.
Repeatedly.
"Why do I have to chase after her so?" he asked himself, frustrated. "I'm making a bloody fool of myself."
"Indeed," answered an old coot standing nearby. "Indeed, you are making a fool of yourself, standing in the middle of the road talking to your imaginary friends." The old man raised his bushy black eyebrows, which were in stark contrast to the white of his hair. James glared at him.
"No one asked you," he replied childishly.
The old man shrugged. "No one asks me anything." He picked up his basket and walked away. James let out an angry noise and stomped the rest of the way to the fort. Were the confines of his office his only refuge? He resisted the urge to ask this question aloud and entered his office in silence. The room was welcoming, to his eyes at least. The wood was a warm color, the floorboards were clean, and the plush rug he had spread across it was soft. Maps hung on the walls, depicting the oceans and the islands dotted across them. A portrait of the king graced a stand near the window. James's desk was at the head of the room, of course, and he sat at it and tried to decide what to do next.
But, instead of plotting his plan of action concerning Elizabeth (the future Mrs. Commodore, as he liked to think of her), he gazed disinterestedly out the sprawling windows that lined the wall behind his desk. The Caribbean Sea spread out in front of him, lovely and blue. He could see the clean, massive white sails of the Dauntless flapping in the breeze. Sailors moved about on the deck of the great ship, looking like miniatures from so far away. They were removing the British flag from the flagpole of the ship to prevent it from being damaged in the strong breeze.
James turned away from the windows and picked up his quill to jot a few notes on the weather and ship conditions down in his daily log, but these facts held no interest for him today. He couldn't keep Elizabeth's face out of his mind, and he could not stop himself from hearing her voice in his head. In vain he fought the urge to analyze every word she had said, looking for possible hesitations or second thoughts.
"Maybe it just wasn't meant to be," he muttered.
He couldn't convince himself that this was true, and it's safe to say that the rest of the Commodore's day was wasted utterly.
~*~
"Why did you want to see me?" Will asked. He was standing rather awkwardly in front of the closed door that led out of the Captain's quarters. Jack was wandering around the room aimlessly, like he had never been in his own quarters before.
"Ah yes, that," he said rather absentmindedly. "I suppose the girl is going to want to go home?"
"You mean, Serenity?" asked Will stupidly.
"No. Anamaria." Jack rolled his eyes. "Of course Serenity, you blubber-minded idiot."
"She wants to go home," Will answered, "but she doesn't want to be a burden, either. She wouldn't want you to go out of your way just to bring her home."
"Well, can she work?"
"Of course, that's the only way she's been able to stay alive all these months on that.other ship."
Jack sighed and kicked off his boots before sitting down in an overstuffed torn easy chair that he had placed on the corner of the room. He put his boots up on a small table he had put in front of it and almost knocked over the basket of apples he had placed there. "Reckon she had a hard time of it over there, eh," he mumbled. Will could tell that he was thinking of what he could do to get Serenity back home. "So she'd be willin' to stay on for awhile?"
"She would."
"Aye then," Jack said, with an air like some important affair had been settled. "She stays! Get back to work."
Will nodded and exited the quarters, closing the door softly behind him. He returned to the deck, feeling the sun warm his face as he reached it. It was sunny now, but Will spotted some dark clouds gathering on the horizon. It looked like they might be in for a storm soon. Ana also saw the clouds. "They'll pass," she said.
He found Serenity working next to Mr. Cotton, up on the rigging. Be careful, be careful, be careful. This mantra ran through his head as she descended the rigging with ease- better than Will himself could, actually. These days on the sea had changed her so much, but she was still so much the same as she had been before either of them had left Port Royale. Her pale skin had burned and become browned, her brown hair had lightened with deep red highlights in the sun, and her soft curls had become wiry with salt. But her smile was still the same.
"Why did Jack want to see you?" Serenity asked, her head tilted in a curious way under the floppy hat she wore to shield her eyes from the burning Caribbean sun.
Will sighed. "He wanted to talk to me about you, actually."
"Really?"
"Yes.by looks of things, you might have to stay out here for a while and work with us."
"That's fine," she answered. "Actually, I've been wanting to delay my return home for as long as possible.but that's selfish of me."
"Why don't you want to go home?" Will asked.
"I do want to go home, it's just.it's just going to be so strange, after all this time, after everything that's happened to us." she paused. "My mother and father think I'm dead, don't they?"
Will hesitated, then nodded. Serenity shook her head.
"My poor parents." she said, her voice trailing off. "But I'll be home as soon as I can." She looked up at Will. "There's really nothing I can do."
"No," he answered truthfully. "But you're going to stay with me. I won't let anything happen to you."
"I know." Serenity turned her head and looked out across the ocean. "It's so beautiful out here," she said. "Now I feel as if I can actually.enjoy it."
Will agreed. "Now we can both enjoy it." Now that Serenity was safe.now that Will knew she was alive.it was like a tremendous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He would throw no more notes out to sea. He didn't need to. The worry that had taken up a piece of his heart while she had been gone was now filled with happiness at her safe return.
I don't have to lose her again, he thought. Never again.