A/N: Thanks to all who have reivewed. Before I forget again, I'd like to mention that this story came about as a result of my short story "One Day's Head Start," which is a much different and sadder post-movie scenario. Take a quick look at it if you have time, and tell me what you think. Personally, I like the goofy version better. And this story is, despite my best efforts to be serious, turning out to be rather goofy...
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The knock came half an hour later. Impressed that his prisoner had held out so long, Jack opened the door nevertheless prepared to torment him as best he could. "Reconsidered?" he asked, holding out some pirate clothing.

"No," Norrington answered, eyeing the rags with total indifference. "Just wondering whether I might have something to eat."

Jack focused on the hat, worrying that he might lose control and start laughing hysterically if he looked down any further than that. "Certainly. Eat with the crew. That is," he added after a moment, "If Ana Maria doesn't mind."

"She's already told me she's not particular about that sort of thing," Norrington answered with a straight face. Jack stiffened. Touche. Although the idea of fidelity in a pirate was laughable, he'd always entertained at least a hope that Ana Maria wouldn't carry on behind his back.

Comments like that, though, made him believe otherwise.

But then, he noticed the wicked glint in Norrington's eyes and relaxed. "Put these on, you bloody fool," he said roughly, trying not to look amused. "It looks fine, nothing ridiculous."

"Clearly our definitions of 'ridiculous' differ, Captain Sparrow. Differ greatly." But he put on the outfit without further protest.

Once he was dressed, stared at Jack's outstretched hand, confused. "What now?"

"The hat," Jack explained, gesturing for it again. "You still look like a Commodore in his stable-boy's clothing."

Norrington glanced up reflexively as though he could see for himself. "Oh. No, I'm afraid I...here. You can have the wig if you wish, but I will wear this hat."

"Fine." He handed over the wig and then ran his hands through his hair. It barely fell past his ears. He looked much younger without the uniform and much more relaxed, and Jack couldn't help teasing him a bit. He laid the back of his hand against Norrington's cheek as though checking for fever and said, "Well now, isn't that interesting..."

His prisoner pushed the hand off, but rose to the bait. "Isn't what interesting?"

"You're thawing out already."

Norrington hissed. "I was not cold, frozen, whatever you're implying," he snapped.

"Frigid, actually. But have it your way," Jack said easily. "All I'm saying is, although you do need a bit of dirt an' muck about you, mate, you're coming along nicely."

The Commodore was disturbed to feel himself react to the approval in Jack's smile.
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TBC
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