Nudge to Compassion
James Norrington sat in the chair by his window, watching the rain slide down the panes. He had just returned from church, his Sunday best was lying disheveled on his bed. It had been an uncomfortably warm morning. During the entire service he had been very tempted to lean closer to the woman that had sat in front of him to catch the breeze made by her delicate fan. When he had returned home he immediately flung off his heavy jacket, shoes, neckerchief and wig.
James now sat there in his muslin undershirt and breeches. He would have been quite comfortable if the thought of that female pirate would leave him be. For some reason, James felt concerned for her. Something in his mind kept telling him to go look in on her. After trying to read a book, then two he finally gave a sigh of resignation and redressed himself.
Commodore Norrington passed by the rows of the pitiful cells, his hands clasped behind his back, walking in his usual calm fashion, as if he were taking a stroll in the park.
James soon came to the pirate's cell. It was dim, except for a small ray of light that shone through the bars of her window. She was asleep.
The first thing the Commodore noticed as he watched her sleep, slumped in the corner of her prison was that she looked very flushed, which was natural given the heat, but what alarmed him was not what he saw, but what he heard. The pirate lass's breathing sounded congested, and rattled with each intake. Every now and then her sleep would be interrupted by a loud whooping cough. After that she would groan and lay her head back against the wall again.
James finally understood her weakness. She was terribly sick, and the illness must have been just coming onto her when she ran aground. An enormous wave of guilt washed over him as he watched her languish in that cell. James suddenly called for the keys. He quickly took them from the soldier who answered his call and opened the prison door.
Once he was in he immediately went over to the pirate and scooped her up into his arms. Ignoring the stares he received he yelled out, "Someone fetch a doctor with all haste and send him straight to my office!" He marched down the long corridors until he came to his office door, then after a soldier opened the door for him, he stepped inside and the door was closed behind he and the ill pirate woman.
A/N: Sorry it's so short but, I knew I had to get something out there, so here it is!
James Norrington sat in the chair by his window, watching the rain slide down the panes. He had just returned from church, his Sunday best was lying disheveled on his bed. It had been an uncomfortably warm morning. During the entire service he had been very tempted to lean closer to the woman that had sat in front of him to catch the breeze made by her delicate fan. When he had returned home he immediately flung off his heavy jacket, shoes, neckerchief and wig.
James now sat there in his muslin undershirt and breeches. He would have been quite comfortable if the thought of that female pirate would leave him be. For some reason, James felt concerned for her. Something in his mind kept telling him to go look in on her. After trying to read a book, then two he finally gave a sigh of resignation and redressed himself.
Commodore Norrington passed by the rows of the pitiful cells, his hands clasped behind his back, walking in his usual calm fashion, as if he were taking a stroll in the park.
James soon came to the pirate's cell. It was dim, except for a small ray of light that shone through the bars of her window. She was asleep.
The first thing the Commodore noticed as he watched her sleep, slumped in the corner of her prison was that she looked very flushed, which was natural given the heat, but what alarmed him was not what he saw, but what he heard. The pirate lass's breathing sounded congested, and rattled with each intake. Every now and then her sleep would be interrupted by a loud whooping cough. After that she would groan and lay her head back against the wall again.
James finally understood her weakness. She was terribly sick, and the illness must have been just coming onto her when she ran aground. An enormous wave of guilt washed over him as he watched her languish in that cell. James suddenly called for the keys. He quickly took them from the soldier who answered his call and opened the prison door.
Once he was in he immediately went over to the pirate and scooped her up into his arms. Ignoring the stares he received he yelled out, "Someone fetch a doctor with all haste and send him straight to my office!" He marched down the long corridors until he came to his office door, then after a soldier opened the door for him, he stepped inside and the door was closed behind he and the ill pirate woman.
A/N: Sorry it's so short but, I knew I had to get something out there, so here it is!