Chapter Six:
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"Sir! You may want to take a look at this!" Gillette called from his place at the bow of the Expedition. Norrington sighed exasperatedly as he motioned for one of his men to take the wheel. He quickly crossed the deck snatching the telescope from Gillette's hands. "Looks like we have more pirates to deal with sir." Gillette said doing his best to refrain from glaring at the captain. Norrington was somewhat surprised to see the ship he had been hunting had fallen pray to yet another.
"Keep an eye on them, as soon as they set sail we follow."
"Sir?"
"You forget who we are dealing with Gillette. Should Will Turner and his crew have been killed, both ships would be at the bottom of the ocean." Gillette watched as the Captain stormed back across deck, to his quarters, slamming the door behind him.
Norrington sat at his desk quickly pouring and tossing back a glass of brandy, wishing it was the sting of rum instead of the smoothness of Lord Bagette's personal supply of brandy. Before doing more then pouring a second glass his gaze lingered on his cabin door. He hated this trapped feeling he had upon this ship. He would often retreat to the peace of his cabin in an attempt to keep his crew from seeing his doubt.
He had longed to be captain again but somewhere in the back of his mind he had thought it would return everything to the way it had been. He looked down at himself and scoffed. He no longer wore the attire of a naval officer and though he was again dressed fitting his station it was not the same.
More importantly his prey was not the same. True, Will Turner had learned from the best but he was still not Jack. He had always known no matter what the odds Jack would win and therefore he would always have the chase. Take this red ship they had seen sink the Satan's Pearl. He could hardly guarantee that Will and his crew were alive but he could not show that to his crew.
He had to go on hunting them down all the while appearing to have the same fierce determination as was expected of the man who had lost everything in the pursuit of pirates. But these pirates weren't Jack, nor would they ever be. How strange that he should come to miss the man he had been hunting for so long. Norrington eyed the glass in his hand speculatively, entirely not enough like rum.
He downed the glass, returned it to the desk and stood. When had that scoundrel managed to become Jack anyway? "Captain Sparrow" he corrected himself as he exited his chambers again, a vague kind of resolution in his expression.
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"Red!" Maxy shouted to the somewhat distracted girl as she ascended the stairs of the cargo hold.
"Aye Cap'n?" she responded quickening her paste, moving to stand before the helm.
"Hold the wheel. We have some matters te attend te" Maxy said with a somewhat evil glance towards Barbossa "and some things that need te be discussed."
Red, gleefully, almost shoving Saddie out of the way, took the wheel.
"I'll be back, ye know that? Right?" Saddie said menacingly causing Red to cringe.
"Sadie, if ye would escort Ms. Dalma te me quarters, I'll give the crew instructions as te what te do with…" Maxy shuddered "him"
Sadie nodded and motioned Tia Dalma in front of her. "Alright, but I want details." She shot as she started down the stairs. Maxy rolled her eyes.
"So do I!" Barbossa chimed in, a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Ladies! Te the mast with 'im!" Maxy shouted, turning to smirk at Barbossa as Erin and Prue approached his chair, Sal behind them with a length of rope. "Enjoy the show, Red." Maxy said as she followed the other two into the cabin.
Maxy walked to the sight of Saddie lounging in her desk chair, feet propped upon the table, hands folded behind her head and her eyes closed and a smirk on her face
"So… are ya gonna tell me the details now or latah?"
"Details? Of what they're doin' ta him or of what im gonna do ta ye if ye don't get the bloody hell out of me chair, NOW!" Saddie laughed loudly before complying with the captains wish. Maxy glared at her first mate, before reclaiming her desk chair. She shifted the chair to face the desk, making rather a lot more noise then necessary, and shooting another glare at the dark haired girl.
"Just 'Oo are ye?" Tia Dalma sat back smirking slightly
"You would know me as Pilialoha."