~*~WOW! Long time no write.huh...o_o I just typed an essay and I feel like writing something. I think I'll try and switch between Jack's point of view and James' [Norrington's]. This may be short, but I SWARE I'll write more
in the week.a lot more. Sorry if that annoys you. If so, GET YOUR OWN
STORY! MWAHA X3 -cough- j/k.you know I loooove you all =D I love your
reviews too!! I don't know if I want to avert this from slash or
not...please give me some advice. ~*~

Jack could just make out the outline of the Commodore before the wooden door slammed shut in front of him, trapping him inside the Commodore's quarters. He took a few deep breaths, still pressed against the side of the mahogany dresser. He muttered lightly to himself, dirtied hands tracing the surface of the wood for a moment before he felt his legs give way beneath him. Annoyed, a loud curse escaped him, struggling to get up once more.

The loud bang of the door being thrown open caused him to freeze. Slowly and wide-eyed, he turned to face a shadowed figure towering above him. Awkwardly, he raised a curved hand to object before the figure's hand took a secure grip on his collar, brining him to his feet. Jack felt his face grow hot as he stared into the piercing, blue optics of the figure. He managed a sly grin, charming flash of gold and dirtied teeth through his lips, lips that had seen much. Despite his attempt to keep his charm up, his brows sank back, nervous twitch lingering at the edge of his lips. "A thousand apologies.that.wasn't directed towards you at all. I was cursing my own-"

"-Save your breath," came the sultry and masculine voice of the Commodore in reply, ushering him roughly back to the far reaches of the cabin.

Jack paused, looking taken aback and simply staring at Norrington. He opened his mouth to question before he was shoved back, lightly. He wabbled for a moment before falling back onto the stiff, yet warm cot. He continued to glance up at Norrington quizzically, much in comparison with an inquisitive child. As he opened his mouth to speak again, he was confronted and cut off by Norrington's simple action of kneeling down and coming face- to-face with him.

"If you are wondering why you are here, Mr. Sparrow, it is simply a favor in turn for a.rash action." Norrington broke off, sheepishly casting a glance aside, a faint color coming to his pale cheeks.

Jack raised a brow slightly, giving a gentle nod, the various trinkets among his attire jingling. When they moved in unison, it was a beautiful sound without a doubt, almost like his own private melody. "Musta been something awful if you're bringing a human sacrifice." He grinned slyly again, tones never loosing their sarcasm. After a few chuckles to himself, he broke off at Norrington's disapproving look, clearing his throat.

"Indeed." Norrington said blandly, narrowing his icy optics at Jack.

The blush still lingered amongst his cheeks. That was all Jack could focus on, leading him to tilt his head.

"If you plan to return to Port Royal unscathed, you will sail under my command and my terms," he paused, adapting a bitter and mocking tone, "savvy?"

Jack frowned in disapproval, lips pursing. That was definitely cruel irony.in fact; it just butchered his whole saying if an authorative figure uttered it. He wrinkled his nose a little and bit his tongue. Once he comprehended Norrington's words again, his eyes widened in alarm, sitting up quickly.

"Port Royal?! No, no, mate.there's nothing for me there but the noose. Six- pounder isn't going t'do me any good." He brushed himself off, shakily smiling, "No offence, of course, but I really must-"

He was cut off once more as Norrington pushed him back onto the cot. His legs flailed in the air momentarily hands griping for any hard surface he could use to bring himself back to his feet.

"Relax, Mr. Sparrow. It's going to be a lovely trip." He posed Jack a threatening look, "A silent one as well. Do I make myself clear?"

Jack grimaced through a gulp, shrugging his shoulders slightly in an arrogant manner. "Clear enough." He licked his lips a little, wincing at the salty taste from the sea. The Commodore had already risen and started towards the door. "One moment!" Jack protected, struggling to get up, but managing to sit up, almost cross-legged. "You wouldn't.happen to have a few scraps? Maybe a pint to wet me whistle?" He gave a hopeful, charming grin yet again, placing his hands together and rubbing them slightly.

His heart sunk at the cold, seemingly lifeless look Norrington gave at him. He watched Norrington's every move, from the placing of his hands rigidly behind his back to the very flutter of his eyelashes. Clearly, he had asked the wrong question and was about to get a snide reply.

"Your rations will come when I see fit. As for the 'wetting of your whistle', wet it with silence and I'll see what I can scrounge up." Norrington stated flatly. Jack could have sworn a faint grin was tugging at the edge of the Commodore's thin lips, begging to be unleashed. Jack opened his mouth to speak, though decided against it, giving a faint nod. The various trinkets about him jingled once more.

Norrington turned about face towards the door once more, pulling open the extravagantly decorated doors that led to the main deck. Just before Norrington could fully step onto the deck, Jack interjected, though remained still this time. "Commodore?"

Norrington heaved an irritable sigh, glancing over his shoulder, "What now, Sparrow?"

"Where are you residin' for the night, eh?"

Norrington looked thoughtful for a moment, though he didn't reply; now facing Jack. As he fully stepped out onto the deck, he took a side of the door in each hand and started to shut them.

"Evening, Mr. Sparrow."

Jack's eyes widened, almost yelling out before the doors closed, leaving him in darkness. Not even the moonlight seeped into the cabin. It was pitch black.ghastly. He heaved a light sigh, shifting down into the cot, brows settling in an annoyed manner. Tones adapted a mocking tone as he shut his eyes, head resting upon the stiff, goose-down pillow.

"Evening, Commodore."