Hey all, I'm back with a forth chapter. Warning this is a sad one, if ya like the Commodore. But I promise it will pick up, humor is defiantly going to in the next chapter along with Jack!
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The boy in Taryn's arms fell limp, and she gently set him down upon the deck. "Ay, Captain get o'er 'ere," Taryn yelled as pirates walked around on deck collecting their wounded from a graphic scene.
"'Old on luv, Captain's a'lil' busy," Jack yelled as he called out directions and quarreled with Ana Maria about how to discard the dead sprawled about the ship.
"No, I need ye now, Jack," Taryn retorted annoyed with being pushed aside like a child. Jack immediately turned around, his eyes resting annoyed upon the teenage girl who had wanted his attention. Taryn immediately knew what she had done and didn't want his attention any more. Jack sauntered over to her, as Taryn still held the limp boy in her arms.
" I mean good kind Captain Sparrow," Taryn corrected her mistake before Jack could. She hated being corrected. Jack smiled at his power, and then looked down at the boy lying in Taryn's arms.
"W'o's 'e, defiantly not a pirate by his clothes, strangely I think I know 'im," Jack stated rising his eyebrows in question. The boy's face defiantly reminded him of someone. Taryn rolled her eyes, 'sometimes men can be so stupid' she though as Jack inspected him.
"That's w'at I needed ye far, oh brilliant Captain," Taryn answered wisely, not thinking before she spoke. Jack shot her a glare. Taryn continued, setting the boy down gently on the deck, "I don't know w'o 'e is, but 'is jaw looks like it got smacked with a cannon ball it does. I think 'e's down fer the count fer now, but 'e'll live though," Taryn explained as Jack looked at the boy lying on the deck.
"Put the boy in the brig till we know w'o 'e is, " Jack ordered as he watched Taryn lift the young boy up and carry him across the rickety plank connecting the two ships. Jack watched her go and tried to think. ' W'o is that lad,' Jack racked his brain. The name was so close, yet his mind was selfish and wouldn't share it with him. Then a loud commotion behind Jack came into earshot. Jack turned around to see Gibbs walk across the deck with two little girls both under his arms. Jack sighed, 'And I thought this was going to be a good day'.
"Captain these lassies were under the stairs hiding, w'at do ye want me ta do wi't 'em," Gibbs asked trying to stop the girls from wriggling.
"Exactly where they should be, hiding," Jack answered smiling his devilish grin.
"I 'eard that Sparrow, and ye better change yer answer," Anamaria yelled from the upper deck. Jack rolled his eyes at the woman, his first mate.
"Aye, will do, Anamaria," Jack yelled with his back turned to her. Then he mimicked her voice and repeated her words with funny faces.
"Told ye she w's bad luck, now we got two more," Gibbs lectured gesturing to the girls under his arms. Jack shot him a look.
"Just take 'em ta the brig," Jack ordered getting wailing cries from the girls. Sadie and Gabby cried and shouted, making Gibbs deaf in both ears. Jack looked away from the Pearl and out to the horizon upon which he was met with The Intrepid in the short distance.
"Oh, Bloody 'ell, will this day ever end," Jack wailed throwing his hands in the air, as in defeat. "Al'right every one ta the Pearl, now," Jack shouted his crew quickly picking up on the Intrepid closing the gap. The crew finished up on Desdemona's ship then boarded the Pearl and set sail. Not to long after a few minuets when the Pearl was away from the ragged ship, a loud boom erupted from behind. Jack grinned, 'that's one thing that went right.' Jack thought with a grin, as pieces from Desdemona's ship fell down from the air into the blimey deep to lie with the rest of the ship and it's crew.
The Intrepid was closing the distance between the two ships engaged in a fierce battle. James became frantic at the first site of The Black Pearl.
"Stead fast, I want to have an over flowing brig today ," James shouted as the crew quickened their pace. The Battle was almost over now, but James didn't care, whichever pirate crew won, he lost. The Commodore paced the deck, the whole time his eyes glued to the battle. He almost lost his children once today; he just wanted them back safely. He noted to himself that Sparrow seemed to have won, and the crew was rading the ship. James watched closely for his kids to be carried off to the Pearl. 'Come on, where are they' James started to panic as he didn't see any kids what so ever. The Pearl's crew returned and set sail. 'Good, hopefully their all right…' James thought, but was interrupted by a large blast from the raided ship. James swayed and had to grab the railing of the deck to catch his fall. "Nooo…"
James held the railing with a deathly grip, as if to stop the word from turning. His eyes became watery. "No, they can't be… Sparrow wouldn't…" James mumbled to himself in confusion and denial. Then his face darkened like a brooding storm, and his eyes became icy like lightening splitting the sullen sky. Gillette approached his superior with caution after seeing his grief turn to a fiery anger.
"Sir are you all right, you look stressed," Gillette inquired not in the best way. Commodore stiffened and turned around to see Gillette, his eyes ablaze with the coldest fires that could ever burn.
"I want those pirates to die the most painful and slowest death, then rot away in hell for all eternity, for taking my children away from me," Norrington spat out with no emotion, yet his voice as cold and harsh as his eyes portrayed. Gillette gulped with nervousness after James' speech. Gillette walked away quickly after receiving a few orders from James. Gillette had never seen the Commodore this way. Usually no matter what happened, James was always cool and calm, prepared for all situations. This sudden out burst truly scared him though.
James turned back around as he watched the setting sun in the sky. His anger had turned into despair, solemn tears escaped his eyes and rolled down his cheeks.
"Good night, Gabriella, Mercedes, and Nathan. Sleep in peace and happiness. Your mother and I love you with all our hearts. May we meet again my angels," James prayed as he blew a kiss toward the horizon.
A few days went by, though it made no difference to the Commodore. Time was still for him. The sun didn't rise, the moon didn't set, and the earth didn't revolve. Commodore removed his brass compass from a pocket of his coat. James looked as the compass for a few seconds, then at the spinning needle deciding which way was north. Finally the needle stopped and James put his compass back in the pocket from whence it came. They were heading back to Port Royal, and so far they were on the right track. James was dreading going back, but he had a duty to his wife. He would have to tell her, and it would break her heart, as well as his. Also he didn't know if he could live in Port Royale anymore, let alone in their mansion. To many memories there, to walk past their rooms every day, or see their toys in the same position as when they were last played with, never to be played with again. James pulled a flask out of his pocket and downed its contents, not sparing any drops. James was never a man for alcohol, but he felt the only way to deal with his pain was to not remember it all together, which the alcohol was doing a fine job of.
Gillette watch Commodore Norrington, a man he respected greatly waste way in his grief and turmoil. It truly saddened his heart to see his superior in this way. The Intrepid sailed away from the disappearing sun and home to Port Royale.
I hoped you kinda liked this chapter. Yes, it's sad, I know, but I promise humor in the next chapter. It can only get better for our Commodore! But it will get worse for Jack! he, he he. Please review as always! Thanks!