Title: This Wasn't Supposed to Happen
Chapter: Rum
*~Disclaimer~* I don't own anything except Alexis. Cause she's cool and belongs to me. Bwahaha. Now on with the show. The leprechaun shall be mine!
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The Commodore was released from his cell as soon as they were out of swimming distance of any port. Norrington stood by the rail of the ship looking back at his home shrinking into the distance. He sighed. "Bloody woman."
The woman in question was skipping over to her captive. "So, laddie. How's life as a pirate treating you?"
He looked over at her. "You do realize this is a crime punishable by death by hanging?"
She gazed over the sea, "That's only my twenty-sixth count of that particularpunishment." She laughed.
"Whats so funny?" he questioned.
"You agreed to all you have been submitted to." She explained to the Commodore.
"So I have." He sat on the deck and put his feet out through the bars.
"Well then, have you enjoyed it so far?" she asked, joining him.
He pondered, "So far, I suppose. But I want my clothing."
Alexis giggled, "You wouldn't want them where we're headed."
"Where might that be, Captain Gestalt?"
"Tortuga." Alexis said with a smile.
The Commodore stared open mouthed, not blinking. "Why?!"
"Have to head back and sell stuff from your ship. As well as show daddy my Commodore."
"Daddy? Didn't you say that Jack Sparrow was your father?"
"Aye, I took on me mother's name because the mention of Sparrow was more trouble than I wanted starting out as a captain."
Edward shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sparrow, worse and worse."
Alexis laughed. She looked around and noted the crew was disappearing, "Food time. Care to join me? Or shall ye be dining with the crew?"
He looked at the remaining crew, "They don't seem to be a very friendly bunch. I'll take with ye."
"If you think that I'm friendly, you're mistaken." She pulled him towards her room. "Well, anyway, I am starved."
"No dressing up tonight?"
"Never on Saturdays." She took her place and Norrington pushed the chair in for her. He then took his place.
"And why not?"
"Haven't you learned? You'll see." She removed the lid from the plates lain on the table. "I did some researching, learned it was you favorite." Piled on the platter was wild rice, potatoes, a chunk of roast lamb, and some lemon and parsley garnishes.
Norrington was taken aback for a moment before recovering his military manners. "Indeed. My mother cooks it for me on my birthday when I visit."
Alexis nodded and dug in, "When is your birthday? If you don't mind me asking."
"May 30th."
She thought and counted off days in her head. "That's next Friday!" Her face stilled, "We'll be sure to have you home."
He looked up and his head cocked to the side. "Really?"
Alexis held up a hand, "Pirate's honor, no strings attached."
"Pirate's. Honor. Haven't I had enough education with that?" He said as he started loading his plate.
Alexis smiled. "I swear on all my forbearers, my Fanta, and my rum," she finished cradling a bottle. Norrington looked around but couldn't figure where it came from.
He looked at her and sighed, "That'll do." He shook his head and started in on his food.
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Alexis and our Commodore exited the captain's chambers after a good meal. Alexis pulled Edward out onto the deck and up to the wheel.
"So, you wanted to know what happens on Sunday's?" She said with a glint in her eye.
"Yes…" Norrington said cautiously.
She laughed and raised her voice, "All hands down, its dancing time!"
The crew cheered and finished up or dropped what they were doing. Norrington looked on as the men started to filter down into the galley.
As soon as no one was left topside he and Alexis descended as well.
Norrington's eyes widened as he looked all around the galley. Huge barrels of rum were being brought out onto the tables, out of the kitchen area an endless stream of mugs was being produced. There was some food being put out on the tables, but for the most part it was being ignored.
Over in the corner two men were getting set up, one had a fiddle, or something related, and the other carried a stick and an empty bucket.
Norrington was starting to wonder what the bucket was to be used for, then the music started up. First the man with the stick started pounding rhythmically on the bucket. The other man began playing the fiddle. The bucket man was for the base, that the men began to dance to. The fiddle was for something to actually dance to. The fiddler wasn't that bad, for a pirate. Norrington supposed that he had a lot of practice.
As Norrington had sat open-mouthed Alexis had gone to get two mugs of rum. She returned and started on hers as she pushed the other into Norrington's hand. When she finished hers she set it on a table and moved out onto the dance floor. The men hooted and howled as Alexis made her way around the dance floor. In full-legged breeches she still managed to capture the flow of a dress. As she moved around the dance floor she came close to many of the crew, but none made a move to touch her. It appeared she really had established her rank, even though she was younger than almost all of the men.
After she had made her routine round of the floor she returned to Norrington, grabbing his hand and pulling him out onto the dance floor.
Norrington groaned as he dropped his empty mug onto the table and followed her out. She flit around him in beat with the music as he stood dumbly and stared. She shook her head and pushed another mug of rum into his hand.
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Hours later, Norrington had consumed a couple more mugs or rum, and was all the better for it.
He was now into the constant flow of music dancing with the captain in front of him.
She laughed and switched modes as the music sped up. She pressed in close to Norrington as he continued to dance to the music. She rolled her hips and flowed around in front of the man. Norrington caught the mood switch and brought his hands to her back to keep her pressed against him. The night continued on as alcohol consumption soared.
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Norrington woke with the sun, as he usually did, but not for the usual reason. He moaned as the sun reached his eyes igniting a flare of pain behind his lids.
He tried to roll over but felt his arm held down by something. He pulled on his arm some more. When it wouldn't budge he opened his eyes. In front of him lay the captain of the ship.
"Oh shit."
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A/N: Ok, so dancing Norrington, questionable, I know, but there was rum, so it is possible. Never actually been drunk, so I can't truly say if my description is accurate or not. Who thinks it would have been funny if I put him in bed with a man?
Marvel-Yes, after I realized having someone named for something I didn't know what it was, was a bad idea I did a look-see for the meaning. I've been thinking on incorporating it someway. Not quite sure yet, any hints? Dose the leprechaun come with Jack attatched? I will be starting using him in me other story. Hope you don mind. Tell me if ye do.
Jamie- Luv ya girl.
Marvel: I would love to harbor the leprechaun demon. You keep on your story and I will on mine. :) Can't say I'm totally in favor of the whole head/key chain thing. I'll take good care of him!
daftangel5013: We are very happy yous are liking.
An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin: Love you for loving it, luv!
Zenya Taki: Do you like the drunkenness?
Justjess2: hope you keep reading!
