I'm not sure there is a plot. So don't ask me how they got here, I have no idea.
Disclaimer: Well... Pirate!
A/N: I have had help, now. Quite a lot. I think I like it, my edgy writing has been smoothen. I know I like with a dignified air instead of dignifiedly and other great expressions that just doesn't pop up when English isn't your native language.
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An Old Acquaintance
"This is an outrage" Norrington stated with a dignified air, his voice low. Captain Cut regarded him with cold, cunning eyes.
"I disagree, Commodore. It's a pleasure," purred Cut with a predatory smile. "It's a pity we only got one brig; you'll have to share."
Norrington's eyes darted to the cage, widening in surprise. "Captain Jack Sparrow!" he said. A strained smile flickered over Sparrow's face, and he continued to watch them from his slouched position in the corner furthest from the door.
"Old acquaintance?" Cut inquired, looking back and forth between them. Norrington snorted, but Cut looked at Sparrow's tight face, his blue eyes gleaming. "Don't be shy, Jack" he said, a threat in his voice.
As Norrington studied Sparrow, he was stunned by the man's stillness. Never in his life had he seen Jack Sparrow so tense and immobile. That false smile, however, a mere baring of teeth, was familiar. "You're right mate. We have, in fact, met before," continued Sparrow, flashing a bright smile at the Commodore. "Me own hanging, if I remember correctly. Unfortunately," Sparrow studied his nails smugly, "I had to leave early. Pressing business elsewhere, as it were."
Cut regarded him intensely. "You don't say, Captain Jack Sparrow…" his voice dark and somehow lazy. Sparrow's grin vanished immediately, before he forced something that was as much a grimace as a smile upon his face. Neither Cut nor Sparrow said anything more, but their eyes were locked, Cut's a silent demand, Sparrow's hard and unreadable.
After a spell, Cut stepped back, smiling grimly. "Very well…Lads?" Cut directed the two brutes that were holding Norrington, quite overenthusiastically between themselves. "Lock him in." And they did, with that same unwarranted enthusiasm.
Norrington scrambled to his feet, brushing off dirt, as Cut and his two lackeys walked away. He scowled at Sparrow's amused smile. "Commodore Norrington! Fancy meeting you here!"
Norrington's scowl deepened "I'm not overly surprised finding you here," he retorted, seating himself by the opposite wall.
Sparrow's smile only increased with amusement. "Ah, true" he said. Norrington watched as Sparrow uncurled himself, easing, his face and body coming alive. "But you, on the other hand... Pray tell, Commodore, how did you end up here, with dear ol' Jack, captivated by that dreaded Cut?" Sparrow tilted his head quizzically with innocent eyes. Norrington glared at him, annoyed. "I assure you, Commodore, that I'll be an eager audience." He twinkled encouragingly, smiling broadly. Norrington closed his eyes in exasperation, then they flew open as something registered in his mind.
Norrinton regarded Sparrow closely, "Sparrow!" he snapped , cutting off the pirates attempt to ramble further. "This Captain. This Cut... is dangerous?" He studied Sparrow's sombering face, his dark eyes deep and serious.
"Indeed." Sparrow's soft whisper spread stillness through the air. And Sparrow smiled, flopping down to the floor, wriggling himself comfortable.
"Sparrow, what are you doing?" The man looked up through a curtain of black hair.
"Why Commodore, I'm taking a nap." With that, he buried his face in the crook of his arms again. Norrington just stared at him. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply. This whole situation was quite unbearable.
Time passed.
Damn the man, Norrington thought as he studied Sparrow's motionless body. This was neither the time nor the place for pride, but it did taste vile to give in. "Sparrow?" The head turned. "Could you perhaps reconsider," Norrington said sourly.
Sparrow teased him with that infuriating, smug, smile. "You did ask politely, but you forgot one very important thing, mate." Sparrow looked at him insistently. Norrington stared back, befuddled. Sparrow rose, with a frustrated sigh. "Captain. Cap-tain Sparrow."
Norrington couldn't help but smile. "Very well, Captain Sparrow. I've a mind to negotiate with this Cut. I would greatly appreciate your," Norrington's face was somewhat sour again "...view…on the matter."
Sparrow's expression did not bode well. "I'm afraid that's impossible, Commodore." Sparrow paused, then admitted, "There's no rum."
Norrington felt his face tighten in forced patience. Sparrow pouted. " I suppose I could try without. Now mate," he leaned forward, waving his hands. "Imagine I'm holding a bottle here." He raised it in the air, voice sardonic. "Here's luck to you, Commodore!" and pretended to drink.
Norrington's eyes fell shut again, and his shoulders sagged an inch or two. "Sp- Captain Sparrow. I think we'll both benefit from a truce. I do acknow-"
Sparrow interrupted him. "Don't bother, Commodore," giving him a sly look. "You've got any of your little boats in the vicinity?"
"Why, Sparrow, I fail to see why I should answer any of your questions."
"A bit stingy, aren't we?" Sparrow smiled humorlessly. "I did answer your bloody question. You don't want to deal with this pirate." His eyes grew distant, his voice unbearably soft. "Mark my words." Then he smiled grimly again "I doubt you'll have any choice in the matter. At least not any ...nice... ones."
"How reassuring." Sparrow smiled at that. A silence eased between them and Sparrow abruptly yawned. He started curling down, but paused, giving Norrington an examining look. "Is it beyond the Commodore to wake me if you suspect we'll be getting company?" Norrington was taken by surprise again, and just shook his head. "Good!" Sparrow exclaimed and for all looks of things calmly resumed his nap.
...more will follow...
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I have written what seems to be chapter 3... but, ehh, not chapter 2. I'm sorry sorry for not wirting in order. Bear with me.