A/N: Sorry it took so long. All my teacher have been bombarding us seniors
with all these projects all of a sudden now that it's coming near the end
of the year for us. 'Cause we get to leave half a month early!! Yay!
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"P" for Pirate
Commodore James Norrington walked back and forth along the ramparts of the fort. He recently had come back from visiting the Turners. He had finally been able to let go of most of his affection for Elizabeth, but the pang of the loss still remained each time he saw her. Norrington was truly happy for Elizabeth and William Turner on the birth of their first child, a beautiful baby girl, which they named Abigail. His pains were eased a bit at the sight of Elizabeth so content and happy. He sighed again. It seemed to him as he stood there, feeling sorry for himself, that he was doomed to remain forever a bachelor.
Suddenly, Gillette interrupted his pitiful musings.
"Commodore, Sir, there's a ship run aground on the breakers!"
"Hand me the glass, Gillette." He calmly commanded. When he received them he looked through the telescope and saw that it was indeed a ship, and a small ship at that. More so like a boat. "Gather up about a dozen men, we will take the dinghies out to give aid to the grounded ship's passengers, if there are any. It would seem unlikely that anyone was on board. For someone to sail right into the breakers . . . they must have neglected their post at the helm or fallen asleep."
When the dinghies reached the wrecked boat, Norrington stepped gracefully from them to the boat's deck. He signaled for his men to stay put and wait until he returned from his search. He thought it best that only one board the ship, for its precarious position on the breakers would make it dangerous if a major change in weight occurred. And he would rather go himself then risk the lives of those under his command, for he had no wife and children to go home to as most of his men did.
As he looked about, Norrington spotted something that appeared to be a big pile of old clothes sitting next to the helm. But, when he bent down to inspect it, he found that it was instead a person, and not just a person but a young woman! She had soot and dust smudging her face and unkempt black hair. Her eyes would have struck him as beautiful as she opened them, but they were clouded.
The woman appeared to be a having a time of focusing her gaze. But, when she did succeed, her eyes narrowed and she glared dangerously at Norrington. Now did he deem her eyes beautiful. As blue and deep as the Caribbean Sea . . . during a storm, in regard to the fixed stare he was receiving.
A man in uniform, Josephine noted, and a commodore's at that. This was not good.
"Where am I?" she asked feebly, fervently praying that it was a pirate- friendly island. "You are in Port Royal, miss, and I am Commodore Norrington."
Jo felt as if someone had doused her with a bucket of cold water. Port Royal. Commodore Norrington. There was no escaping this situation. She had already had a brush with officers in the past and it was not pleasant. Jo knew that this run-in would leave an even more permanent consequence.
The Commodore was already looking at her with a suspicious gaze. She might as well get it over with and have him kill her now, but not without a fight.
Jo gripped the handle of her cutlass and pulled it out, short of her usual skill and grace due to the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm her. She stumbled toward him with her sword upraised. The Commodore did not draw his sword but calmly watched her as she came toward him. Suddenly, but not surprisingly, she tripped and pitched forward into Norrington.
He caught her by the elbow with one hand and grabbed her sword arm by her wrist with the other. Then he moved his one hand from her elbow and wrapped his arm around her waist, holding Jo tightly to him, restricting any further movement on her part.
The Commodore kept a tight grip on Jo's wrist. Then squeezed it, forcing her to drop her cutlass. Norrigton's gaze went to the back of her forearm.
Norrington saw seared into her skin the letter "P." By the looks of it, it was fairly new, in the mid-stages of the healing process.
"New to the business are you, or were you just very good at not getting caught?" Norrington said coolly.
Jo glowered at him, then swiftly spit in his face.
The Commodore closed his eyes and waited to get his temper in check before opening them again. "Spitting on me will get you nowhere but a quicker trip to the gallows. Gillette, fetch me some rope, unless you have the irons with you."
"I actually do, sir. I had a feeling since we saw that ship that they might be needed."
Norrington forced a smile, he hated to have to do this to a woman, but she was a pirate and had to pay the consequences. "Good man."
Gillette soon came with the irons and clamped the rings around Jo's wrists. When Gillette tried to get her to move off the boat, she leaned back with all of her weight, keeping him from being able to drag her off.
"I'll take care of this pirate myself," Norrington offered. "You had to make this difficult," he said. Norrington swiftly picked Jo up and carried her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. This earned a great amount of snickers and guffaws from his men.
Jo's face flushed crimson at the humiliation of it all.
"Why you bloody . . ." And from her mouth flew every colorful oath she could recall, some of them made even the roughest of the Norrington's men blush. And every single curse was directed at the Commodore himself. When Norrington had her ankles tied up and situated between two of his men, and they had shoved off, she was still swearing at the Commodore.
"Will someone stop that shrew's coarse tongue?" Norrington thought as he rubbed the inside corners of his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
Suddenly, a rough looking sailor that was sitting across from Jo struck her across the face.
"Welling!" Norrington boomed, "Who brought you up to cause you to think that striking a woman is acceptable behavior?" All who were there could see that the Commodore was absolutely furious and was struggling to keep his temper in check.
"But, she was swearing against you, sir."
"That is of no consequence. I will not tolerate any of my men raising their hand against a woman."
"But, she is a pirate, sir!"
"That is neither here nor there, Welling!" He yelled in a sharp tone. "For your impetuous actions you shall be fined twenty pounds which you have until the end of this month to pay, or you shall be restricted to a cell for four days and three nights. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Fine or confinement. Make your choice, Mr. Welling."
"I will take the fine, sir," Welling grumbled.
"Very well, and let this be a warning to you all, if our prisoner is abused any further, the consequences will be even greater then twenty pounds and three days in a jail cell." When Norrington finished, he was met by complete silence, even Jo did not utter a sound, but looked up at him with an expression of sheer astonishment etched on her face.
Norrington looked at her. Jo blushed when she realized that her mouth was still hanging open and quickly closed it. She thought she saw a flicker of amusement enter the Commodore's eyes, but it was gone so quickly that she was not sure.
He sighed then turned his gaze away from Jo. "Gag her," he said.
"Wha-!" The strip of cloth that went immediately over her mouth muffled Jo's indignant exclamation.
"That is for swearing in the first place," Norrington explained.
Jo muttered muffled curses at the Commodore's back all the way back to the shore.
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"P" for Pirate
Commodore James Norrington walked back and forth along the ramparts of the fort. He recently had come back from visiting the Turners. He had finally been able to let go of most of his affection for Elizabeth, but the pang of the loss still remained each time he saw her. Norrington was truly happy for Elizabeth and William Turner on the birth of their first child, a beautiful baby girl, which they named Abigail. His pains were eased a bit at the sight of Elizabeth so content and happy. He sighed again. It seemed to him as he stood there, feeling sorry for himself, that he was doomed to remain forever a bachelor.
Suddenly, Gillette interrupted his pitiful musings.
"Commodore, Sir, there's a ship run aground on the breakers!"
"Hand me the glass, Gillette." He calmly commanded. When he received them he looked through the telescope and saw that it was indeed a ship, and a small ship at that. More so like a boat. "Gather up about a dozen men, we will take the dinghies out to give aid to the grounded ship's passengers, if there are any. It would seem unlikely that anyone was on board. For someone to sail right into the breakers . . . they must have neglected their post at the helm or fallen asleep."
When the dinghies reached the wrecked boat, Norrington stepped gracefully from them to the boat's deck. He signaled for his men to stay put and wait until he returned from his search. He thought it best that only one board the ship, for its precarious position on the breakers would make it dangerous if a major change in weight occurred. And he would rather go himself then risk the lives of those under his command, for he had no wife and children to go home to as most of his men did.
As he looked about, Norrington spotted something that appeared to be a big pile of old clothes sitting next to the helm. But, when he bent down to inspect it, he found that it was instead a person, and not just a person but a young woman! She had soot and dust smudging her face and unkempt black hair. Her eyes would have struck him as beautiful as she opened them, but they were clouded.
The woman appeared to be a having a time of focusing her gaze. But, when she did succeed, her eyes narrowed and she glared dangerously at Norrington. Now did he deem her eyes beautiful. As blue and deep as the Caribbean Sea . . . during a storm, in regard to the fixed stare he was receiving.
A man in uniform, Josephine noted, and a commodore's at that. This was not good.
"Where am I?" she asked feebly, fervently praying that it was a pirate- friendly island. "You are in Port Royal, miss, and I am Commodore Norrington."
Jo felt as if someone had doused her with a bucket of cold water. Port Royal. Commodore Norrington. There was no escaping this situation. She had already had a brush with officers in the past and it was not pleasant. Jo knew that this run-in would leave an even more permanent consequence.
The Commodore was already looking at her with a suspicious gaze. She might as well get it over with and have him kill her now, but not without a fight.
Jo gripped the handle of her cutlass and pulled it out, short of her usual skill and grace due to the dizziness that threatened to overwhelm her. She stumbled toward him with her sword upraised. The Commodore did not draw his sword but calmly watched her as she came toward him. Suddenly, but not surprisingly, she tripped and pitched forward into Norrington.
He caught her by the elbow with one hand and grabbed her sword arm by her wrist with the other. Then he moved his one hand from her elbow and wrapped his arm around her waist, holding Jo tightly to him, restricting any further movement on her part.
The Commodore kept a tight grip on Jo's wrist. Then squeezed it, forcing her to drop her cutlass. Norrigton's gaze went to the back of her forearm.
Norrington saw seared into her skin the letter "P." By the looks of it, it was fairly new, in the mid-stages of the healing process.
"New to the business are you, or were you just very good at not getting caught?" Norrington said coolly.
Jo glowered at him, then swiftly spit in his face.
The Commodore closed his eyes and waited to get his temper in check before opening them again. "Spitting on me will get you nowhere but a quicker trip to the gallows. Gillette, fetch me some rope, unless you have the irons with you."
"I actually do, sir. I had a feeling since we saw that ship that they might be needed."
Norrington forced a smile, he hated to have to do this to a woman, but she was a pirate and had to pay the consequences. "Good man."
Gillette soon came with the irons and clamped the rings around Jo's wrists. When Gillette tried to get her to move off the boat, she leaned back with all of her weight, keeping him from being able to drag her off.
"I'll take care of this pirate myself," Norrington offered. "You had to make this difficult," he said. Norrington swiftly picked Jo up and carried her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. This earned a great amount of snickers and guffaws from his men.
Jo's face flushed crimson at the humiliation of it all.
"Why you bloody . . ." And from her mouth flew every colorful oath she could recall, some of them made even the roughest of the Norrington's men blush. And every single curse was directed at the Commodore himself. When Norrington had her ankles tied up and situated between two of his men, and they had shoved off, she was still swearing at the Commodore.
"Will someone stop that shrew's coarse tongue?" Norrington thought as he rubbed the inside corners of his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.
Suddenly, a rough looking sailor that was sitting across from Jo struck her across the face.
"Welling!" Norrington boomed, "Who brought you up to cause you to think that striking a woman is acceptable behavior?" All who were there could see that the Commodore was absolutely furious and was struggling to keep his temper in check.
"But, she was swearing against you, sir."
"That is of no consequence. I will not tolerate any of my men raising their hand against a woman."
"But, she is a pirate, sir!"
"That is neither here nor there, Welling!" He yelled in a sharp tone. "For your impetuous actions you shall be fined twenty pounds which you have until the end of this month to pay, or you shall be restricted to a cell for four days and three nights. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes, sir."
"Fine or confinement. Make your choice, Mr. Welling."
"I will take the fine, sir," Welling grumbled.
"Very well, and let this be a warning to you all, if our prisoner is abused any further, the consequences will be even greater then twenty pounds and three days in a jail cell." When Norrington finished, he was met by complete silence, even Jo did not utter a sound, but looked up at him with an expression of sheer astonishment etched on her face.
Norrington looked at her. Jo blushed when she realized that her mouth was still hanging open and quickly closed it. She thought she saw a flicker of amusement enter the Commodore's eyes, but it was gone so quickly that she was not sure.
He sighed then turned his gaze away from Jo. "Gag her," he said.
"Wha-!" The strip of cloth that went immediately over her mouth muffled Jo's indignant exclamation.
"That is for swearing in the first place," Norrington explained.
Jo muttered muffled curses at the Commodore's back all the way back to the shore.
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