Disclaimer: Gestalt is actually a word so I don't know if I have to put this in each chapter, but the name came from an anime called Gestalt, so…I don't own anything but Alexis. Pirates belongs to Disney. The ship's name was taken from Card Captor Sakura. Whee, now on with the show!
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This Wasn't Supposed To Happen: Chapter Two: Dinner
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She then turned to Norrington, "Would you be so kind as to join me for a meal?"
Norrington, ever the thoughtful man, deliberated, if he declined he would get a bread and water meal. If he ate with the captain he would get a proper meal, but he would have to share a table with a filthy pirate.
"I'd love to," he lied.
"Alright, I'll have someone bring you up in a half an hour." Alexis walked up the stairs and into the captain's quarters. Locking the door she brushed out her shoulder length dirty blond hair, making it as clean looking as she could without actually cleaning it. Looking it over in a wrought iron framed mirror, she dubbed that good enough. Moving over to a wardrobe in the corner of the room she opened it and pushed back her usual clothing to uncover a beautiful black and blood red dress. She drew it out and laid it on the bed. She stripped and did a quick scrub. Alexis drew the dress over her head and laced up the back, tying it with a bow. With a last glance in the mirror she yelled out the door for someone to bring her the Commodore.
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The Commodore sat on his cot for the first time actually taking in his surroundings. It actually was incredibly clean for a pirate ship's brig. He had never been in one, but he knew there was usually at least a few inches of scummy water at the bottom. He leaned his head against the wall behind him, listening to the waves crashing against the walls of the ship. His stomach grumbled, he sighed and noted that the crew was already done with their sparse meal.
Loud clomping of ungraceful pirate feet came down the stairs. The pirate grabbed a key off the rack on the wall and unlocked the Commodore's cell.
"No fighting," the man said as he shoved the Commodore up the stairs.
Norrington was given one last shove into the Captain's quarters, as the door was loudly slammed shut.
Commodore grumped and straightened his weather worn jacket as he looked around the room. His brain jammed as he saw a lovely figure that looked like the captain. But pirates didn't wear dresses, did they?
Alexis walked in front of the frozen commodore and bowed, "Have you enjoyed your stay so far, Commodore?" she asked, and offered him a seat at a table piled high with food.
Startled back into motion he returned a bow and out of habit went to go hold out her chair for her. She took the proffered seat as he went to sit at the only other chair.
"Actually, I was quite amazed by the state of the brig. I've never heard of one being thoroughly cleaned, even the Royal Navy's aren't that nice."
"Thank you, the whole ship's custom built brand new. Dig in.," she said with a flowing gesture to the variety of foods.
As he began taking food from the dishes and putting them on his plate he continued, "Custom job, that must have cost some money. It also seem rather unusual for a pirate lass to dress so nicely, and even more an eighteen year old as Captain." He said taking a guess at her age.
"First off I'm twenty. And this is more of a test run as a Captain for me. I had commandeered a few ships before, but none felt right. So I asked my father for an early inheritance to fund this beauty, Fanta Sea, she goes by Fanta." She said laying a hand on a wall the table was up against, "As for the clothing, until two years ago I hadn't met my father. I lived and worked with my mother, a bar maid in Tortuga. When dad stopped in next to visit my mother, she left him with a sixteen-year-old care package. The habit of wearing dresses had stuck on me as often as it can, even through these four years with only male influence."
"Quite an interesting life tale, mine's comes nowhere near." He said with chuckle as he took a bite.
"No matter, do tell."
Norrington laughed. "Through boyhood I was schooled both in reading and writing, as well as combat art. I've been sword fighting all my life. Because I was son of the current Captain of the Royal Navy, I was routed into the life as Captain at age seventeen. Then two years ago I was promoted to being Commodore. I proposed to a woman named Elizabeth at the ceremony. She happened to fall of the wall and entered into this whole fiasco involving one Captain Jack Sparrow."
Alexis coughed into her goblet filled with rum. Bringing the glass back down to the table she continued to cough, trying to free her airway of the liquid.
The Commodore rushed to her side and patted her on the back until she was upright again. "Jack Sparrow?"
"Yes quite the filthy man, heard of him?"
"He's my father."
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Dun, dun, dun. *gasp* OMG! Like it's Jack Sparrow! So what do you think? Email mechawashu2@mailcity.com. New writer, comments most appreciated, good or bad. Love you.
