Disclaimer: I still don't own anything but Alexis. I've decided I am allowed to stake claim to her whole name because Gestalt is an actual word. I think that's about all. Love you! Now on with the show…
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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."
Norrington's eyes went wide as he leaned back from the captain. He reached out and took her chin in his hand and proceeded to turn her face back and forth in the candlelight. "I suppose you do take after him. You have his eyes, though without the eyeliner I guess I didn't notice."
Alexis smiled. "So, Commodore, what did you think of my father?"
Norrington took a sip of water. "You may as well call me Edward. As to your father, he was a very slippery man." He stopped and laughed. "Yes, he slipped from my grasp on more than one occasion. Odd to say it, but I was quite adamant about giving your father a hanging."
"Quite alright, comes with the job. My father is know by many, and hated by the majority of them."
Alexis stopped for a moment. Observing that the Commodore was finished with his meal she got up from her chair and walked over to her wardrobe. She pulled out her normal pair of pants and a shirt. "Edward, I'd like to have a fair fight with you to test your strength as a swordsman. I don't feel like fighting in this, nor do I feel like locking you up again, so I ask you to turn around and stay around while I change."
Norrington, at her request got out of his seat and faced the door to her chambers. He heard rustling behind him, suddenly the noise stopped. Alexis' back came into his view.
"Would you be so kind as to pull on that string there?"
He pulled the string of the bow on the back of her dress and turned back to observing the door. After a few minutes she proclaimed herself proper and let him turn around. She had returned to her former look with the baggy pants and shirt. She now was fully equipped with her sword, dagger, and pistol.
Rifling through drawers, she pulled out another sword and dragged Norrington out onto the deck. Once there she let go of him and walked a yard away. Alexis tossed the sword at him and drew her own.
Norrington caught it with ease and tucked the sheath into his belt. "How are we ranking winning?"
Sword at her side she responded, "First blood wins. We'll patch up the loser's scratch later."
They both readied swords and Alexis called out, "Begin."
Alexis kept a loose stance and waited until Norrington made a move. She did not have long to wait. He immediately launched into offence. Alexis blocked and stepped aside when forced to. After a few exchanges of blows she started pressing him. Taking advantage of a hole in his defense she swung at his left arm. She only managed to shred the sleeve, not drawing blood. Alexis paused and stepped back from him, letting him come on offensive again. He rushed at her, and the exchanges ran through again. Alexis saw an opening and took it. She connected on his right shoulder, this time she did draw blood.
"Alright, your very good, but I'll never loose while on my own ship."
Edward walked over to a coil of rope and collapsed onto it.
"You're not so bad yourself. There are weaknesses in your defenses, but you're to fast to take advantage of them." He leaned back and laid his head against the wall, he began inspecting his sleeve and shoulder. The sleeve was a straight slit through the fabric, nothing to worry about repairing for a while. Norrington turned his head to get a better view on his shoulder. The cut started to the side of his neck and ran down diagonally to his arm. "I'll have to wash and mend my shirt, now wont I?"
"Nope, that was the other point in this exercise, since I knew I would win," she grinned at him, "You need to start looking more piraty."
"Why, I'm leaving in less than a week." Norrington said confused.
"Not the point as of now."
"Fine then, what is this 'piraty' garb you speak of?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
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"I will not be seen by my crew in this." Commodore was now looking quite the part. Alexis had since taken and disposed of his redcoat, chucking it out a porthole. He had protested, but it was a tad bit too late.
"Aww, now, you look dashing." She stifled a giggle as she circled him, pulling on hems to make them fall not so straight. He was in a large shirt, that at one time may have been white. She had also disposed of his wig. He looked ten years younger without it. He was also wearing a huge pair of pants held up with and equally large belt.
He followed her with his eyes as she continued to tug at his clothing.
"I'm changing back now," he said returning to the bathroom in Alexis' quarters.
Alexis coughed, "No your not."
"Excuse me?" he asked turning towards her.
She sauntered around her room tidying and replied, "On ships you may have noticed there is an immediate disposal unit, anywhere you go. The thing is, you can't retrieve anything from the ocean, now can you?" she said with a cute smile.
He stared, "I will, not, wear this."
She outright smiled, "Well that'll be a sight to see. Whether or not you choose to wear those, it is the only thing I shall supply you with."
He sighed, rubbed a brow, and ran a hand through his un-wigged hair. "Fine. It's getting late, shall I be locked in the brig?"
Alexis walked over to him and put her arms around his neck, "Unless you'd rather stay here…"
Norrington's eyes widened and he scurried out the door.
Once he was gone and the door was closed Alexis fell back on her and laughed.
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