Hi again all! Sorry about the delay in posting this but I've been so busy.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, Im so glad so many of you
are enjoying this! Guess what? I got to meet Johnny Depp again! This time
on the Isle of Man where he is filming "The Libertine," it was so amazing!
This time, I got a pic with him and hugs and kisses. Anywayz, I hope you
enjoy this chapter, Im not to happy with it but see what you think...
Thanks to Julie for all her help. It's greatly appreciated honey.
POTC – Back to the Black Pearl
Chapter 6
Morris was in his office, gazing out of the window. He was feeling especially happy that morning. Not only had he enjoyed his latest meeting with Jack Sparrow but he had also had the pleasure of having a careless soldier flogged. Nothing beat a good morning flogging for him. Well, except perhaps knocking more pride out of that damned pirate! He chuckled at the memory.
The last visit to Sparrow's cell had gone very well. He had mocked the rogue about his impending appointment with the gallows and had taken great delight in telling the prisoner that by the time he would allow him to die, his "myth" would have been completely forgotten. All that people would remember is "just another pirate scum broken by that great man, Morris." It had interested the Admiral that this one statement had gotten to Sparrow much more than any beater could have.
Morris had watched happily as the pirate had tried, without success, to ignore his words and not bite. Then Morris had happily driven home his point and laughed in the pirate's face as he had told him – "Who will care Jack? Who will remember the great Captain Sparrow? Who will shed a tear for you as your life is choked out of you?" And the pirate had no witty retort for him and Morris knew he won a battle with the wretch at last. And it had felt good.
And then, to make the morning perfect, during that day's parade, a young idiot had passed out from the heat. For his lack of self-discipline, the Admiral had ordered the boy receive ten strokes. With a small smile of pleasure, Morris watched with singing heart as the boy received his punishment. In the end, he heard that the boy would probably not survive. The admiral received this news and only shrugged in response. Only the strong deserved to breath and he had no use for weak pathetic children under his command. 'Good riddance, plenty more men to replace that one,' he had thought.
Just as Morris was deciding whether to pay the pirate another visit, there was another knock at the door.
"Enter," he boomed.
A young soldier walked hesitantly into the room.
"Excuse my intrusion Admiral, but Captain Dawson sent me to inform you that the Dauntless is docking."
Morris laughed to himself. This day kept getting better and better.
"The Commodore has made good speed," he said more to himself then the ensign, "I was not expecting him until tomorrow."
He strode across the room quickly, enjoying the flinch from the soldier as he walked.
"Tell the Captain to prepare the welcome committee. I'm sure he can cope with such a duty."
"Aye Sir," replied the soldier, saluted and then hurried from the room.
Morris smiled evilly. What a perfect day for Norrington to arrive. The admiral wondered what the Commodore would make of the newly broken and weakened Sparrow.
~*~
Norrington stood on the deck of the Dauntless, his hands clasped behind his back. He watched as Port Mary came closer and closer, feeling a mixture of anticipation and growing trepidation. He was looking forward to seeing that arrogant pirate getting what he deserved but, at the same time, it annoyed him that that butcher Morris was the one to dish it out.
The first time Norrington had met the cruel, vindictive Richard Morris was aboard the Chimera, where they had both been Midshipmen. Upon first meeting him he'd disliked him immediately and that dislike had soon become intense. It was not only how Morris had flattered and praised the officers for his own gain that had annoyed Norrington, but also by him having a rich family which had assisted in his rise through the ranks. Norrinton was not gifted with wealthy relatives and was proud to have worked hard for the position he now held.
Norrington was forced from his musings as the Dauntless moved into Port. He called out instructions to his crew, ordering them to drop anchor and prepare to leave the ship. The commodore looked over at the approaching land and smiled to himself. He may have strong feelings against the Admiral but they were overshadowed by his pleasure of seeing Jack Sparrow put in place. He was sure he was going to enjoy this visit.
At last, the ship was docked and Norrington and a few of his men moved on Port Mary, where Captain Dawson and a small party of soldiers had gathered to meet them. Dawson saluted as Norrington walked up to them and the Commodore nodded politely in return.
"Welcome to Port Mary, Commodore." Dawson said, "I trust your journey was uneventful."
Norrington smiled. He had met Dawson a couple of times previously and had found him to be a very agreeable fellow. For this reason, the Commodore had attempted to gain the Captains services in Port Royal, but Dawson had always declined, very regrettably it had appeared to the Commodore.
"The trip was pleasant enough, thank you, Captain," he told him. Norrington gazed around.
"Where is Admiral Morris? I trust there is no serious reason why he is unable to greet us in person?" Norrington glanced at Dawson hopefully and saw the other mans mouth twitch.
Dawson replied, "The Admiral is waiting for you in his office, sir. I will take you there now if you would please follow me?" The young Captain gestured towards a huge grand house in the distance.
Norrington frowned slightly at the size of the place in front of him. "Good Lord. It's larger than even Governor Swann's home!" Realizing he'd spoken outloud, he looked at Dawson who had the good grace to look chagrined. Deciding to leave that comment where it was, he then nodded to Dawson, signalling him to lead on.
~*~
The small party from the Dauntless and Dawson's welcoming committee began to move through the centre of Port Mary. The first thing Norrington noticed about the town was the difference in mood to his own Port Royal. There was fear in the air. People went about the business in a very hurried and panicked manner. Many of the townsfolk gave him and his men frightened glances as they past them. It didn't take a genius to work out what troubled these people – it was the iron fist that ruled over them that scared them.
Finally, Norrington and his party arrived at the Admirals mansion. Dawson told his men to remain outside and he then led Norrington and his crewmembers through the beautiful entrance hall.
The room was huge. There were large, expensive tapestries and paintings on the walls. Including, to Norringtons disgust, one of Morris himself, which appeared to be very flattering. Dawson led them straight towards the door at the far end of the room. A young ensign stood outside and jumped to attention as soon as the young Captain approached.
"As you were Perkins," Dawson ordered and the young soldier relaxed. "Advise Admiral Morris that Commodore Norrington is here to see him."
"Aye Sir," Perkins said hurriedly, knocked once and then vanished through the door.
A couple of minutes later, the soldier reappeared. Norrington noticed how flustered the young man had become. 'Morris hasn't changed then,' he thought to himself.
"Please go in Sir," Perkins said softly and then stepped aside to allow Norrington to pass. The Commodore readied himself and then moved through the door, the uncomfortable feeling inside him steadily growing.
TBC
Thanks to Julie for all her help. It's greatly appreciated honey.
POTC – Back to the Black Pearl
Chapter 6
Morris was in his office, gazing out of the window. He was feeling especially happy that morning. Not only had he enjoyed his latest meeting with Jack Sparrow but he had also had the pleasure of having a careless soldier flogged. Nothing beat a good morning flogging for him. Well, except perhaps knocking more pride out of that damned pirate! He chuckled at the memory.
The last visit to Sparrow's cell had gone very well. He had mocked the rogue about his impending appointment with the gallows and had taken great delight in telling the prisoner that by the time he would allow him to die, his "myth" would have been completely forgotten. All that people would remember is "just another pirate scum broken by that great man, Morris." It had interested the Admiral that this one statement had gotten to Sparrow much more than any beater could have.
Morris had watched happily as the pirate had tried, without success, to ignore his words and not bite. Then Morris had happily driven home his point and laughed in the pirate's face as he had told him – "Who will care Jack? Who will remember the great Captain Sparrow? Who will shed a tear for you as your life is choked out of you?" And the pirate had no witty retort for him and Morris knew he won a battle with the wretch at last. And it had felt good.
And then, to make the morning perfect, during that day's parade, a young idiot had passed out from the heat. For his lack of self-discipline, the Admiral had ordered the boy receive ten strokes. With a small smile of pleasure, Morris watched with singing heart as the boy received his punishment. In the end, he heard that the boy would probably not survive. The admiral received this news and only shrugged in response. Only the strong deserved to breath and he had no use for weak pathetic children under his command. 'Good riddance, plenty more men to replace that one,' he had thought.
Just as Morris was deciding whether to pay the pirate another visit, there was another knock at the door.
"Enter," he boomed.
A young soldier walked hesitantly into the room.
"Excuse my intrusion Admiral, but Captain Dawson sent me to inform you that the Dauntless is docking."
Morris laughed to himself. This day kept getting better and better.
"The Commodore has made good speed," he said more to himself then the ensign, "I was not expecting him until tomorrow."
He strode across the room quickly, enjoying the flinch from the soldier as he walked.
"Tell the Captain to prepare the welcome committee. I'm sure he can cope with such a duty."
"Aye Sir," replied the soldier, saluted and then hurried from the room.
Morris smiled evilly. What a perfect day for Norrington to arrive. The admiral wondered what the Commodore would make of the newly broken and weakened Sparrow.
~*~
Norrington stood on the deck of the Dauntless, his hands clasped behind his back. He watched as Port Mary came closer and closer, feeling a mixture of anticipation and growing trepidation. He was looking forward to seeing that arrogant pirate getting what he deserved but, at the same time, it annoyed him that that butcher Morris was the one to dish it out.
The first time Norrington had met the cruel, vindictive Richard Morris was aboard the Chimera, where they had both been Midshipmen. Upon first meeting him he'd disliked him immediately and that dislike had soon become intense. It was not only how Morris had flattered and praised the officers for his own gain that had annoyed Norrington, but also by him having a rich family which had assisted in his rise through the ranks. Norrinton was not gifted with wealthy relatives and was proud to have worked hard for the position he now held.
Norrington was forced from his musings as the Dauntless moved into Port. He called out instructions to his crew, ordering them to drop anchor and prepare to leave the ship. The commodore looked over at the approaching land and smiled to himself. He may have strong feelings against the Admiral but they were overshadowed by his pleasure of seeing Jack Sparrow put in place. He was sure he was going to enjoy this visit.
At last, the ship was docked and Norrington and a few of his men moved on Port Mary, where Captain Dawson and a small party of soldiers had gathered to meet them. Dawson saluted as Norrington walked up to them and the Commodore nodded politely in return.
"Welcome to Port Mary, Commodore." Dawson said, "I trust your journey was uneventful."
Norrington smiled. He had met Dawson a couple of times previously and had found him to be a very agreeable fellow. For this reason, the Commodore had attempted to gain the Captains services in Port Royal, but Dawson had always declined, very regrettably it had appeared to the Commodore.
"The trip was pleasant enough, thank you, Captain," he told him. Norrington gazed around.
"Where is Admiral Morris? I trust there is no serious reason why he is unable to greet us in person?" Norrington glanced at Dawson hopefully and saw the other mans mouth twitch.
Dawson replied, "The Admiral is waiting for you in his office, sir. I will take you there now if you would please follow me?" The young Captain gestured towards a huge grand house in the distance.
Norrington frowned slightly at the size of the place in front of him. "Good Lord. It's larger than even Governor Swann's home!" Realizing he'd spoken outloud, he looked at Dawson who had the good grace to look chagrined. Deciding to leave that comment where it was, he then nodded to Dawson, signalling him to lead on.
~*~
The small party from the Dauntless and Dawson's welcoming committee began to move through the centre of Port Mary. The first thing Norrington noticed about the town was the difference in mood to his own Port Royal. There was fear in the air. People went about the business in a very hurried and panicked manner. Many of the townsfolk gave him and his men frightened glances as they past them. It didn't take a genius to work out what troubled these people – it was the iron fist that ruled over them that scared them.
Finally, Norrington and his party arrived at the Admirals mansion. Dawson told his men to remain outside and he then led Norrington and his crewmembers through the beautiful entrance hall.
The room was huge. There were large, expensive tapestries and paintings on the walls. Including, to Norringtons disgust, one of Morris himself, which appeared to be very flattering. Dawson led them straight towards the door at the far end of the room. A young ensign stood outside and jumped to attention as soon as the young Captain approached.
"As you were Perkins," Dawson ordered and the young soldier relaxed. "Advise Admiral Morris that Commodore Norrington is here to see him."
"Aye Sir," Perkins said hurriedly, knocked once and then vanished through the door.
A couple of minutes later, the soldier reappeared. Norrington noticed how flustered the young man had become. 'Morris hasn't changed then,' he thought to himself.
"Please go in Sir," Perkins said softly and then stepped aside to allow Norrington to pass. The Commodore readied himself and then moved through the door, the uncomfortable feeling inside him steadily growing.
TBC