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Chapter 19: Row With Norry

"I hate the Commodore," said Jack.

"Don't we all?" said Ana Maria.

Gibbs grunted in agreement.

The three pirates were now locked in the brig of the Interceptor. Jack and Gibbs in one cell, Ana Maria in another.

"If there were a We-Hate-The-Commodore Club, Jack would be the founder and captain of it," said Ana Maria. They all heard footsteps and looked up. Will had just descended the stairs.

Jack stood to lean on the bars and talk to Will, "So, ye don' 'appen to 'ave a plan, do ye?"

"I thought that was your job," said Will, standing between Jack and Gibb's cell and Ana Maria's cell, "I suppose we're doing it in Jack fashion."

"Wot does that mean?" Jack asked skeptically.

"Play it by ear," Will responded. Ana Maria smiled nervously.

"That is not my fashion," said Jack indignantly. "I always 'ave a plan."

"So what's yer plan now then Cap'n?" asked Gibbs, who was still sitting on the floor.

Jack frowned, then quickly recovered.

"No worries," he replied smugly, "it's definitely up 'ere," he tapped his head.

"Will," hissed a voice from the doorway. It was Elizabeth. She walked over to them. "What are you doing down here?"

"Planning," Will said.

"Don't stay too long or James will get suspicious," she said.

"Right," said Will. He turned to Jack. "We need to tell them you're innocent."

Jack raised his eyebrows. "I'm a pirate."

"No, I mean, tell him how you've helped us. Tell him you're not a traitor."

"No," said Jack.

"What else are we going to do?" Elizabeth hissed.

"I'm not risking you two getting the same fate as us," Jack replied. "I'll think of something."

"Someone's coming," Will whispered. He turned and glared at Jack suddenly.

"I'll be glad to see you hang, Sparrow!" he spat.

"Get out of my sight!" Jack bellowed back.

"Gladly!" Will yelled, and he stormed from the room with Elizabeth right behind. They almost ran into Norrington on the way up, who continued down the stairs.

"'Ello 'ello," said Jack.

"Shut it," Norrington snapped, striding so he was face to face with Jack. "Do you realize what you've done, Sparrow? Do you have any idea? You could've killed Mr. and Mrs. Turner, you've caused me to leave my men on an island, and because of you I've been searching for the Turners for days while you led them into danger."

Jack was silent, but angrily so. The Turners had chosen to come with him, and he had not asked Morse and his crew to mutineer them, and if it weren't for him, Will and Elizabeth wouldn't even be alive. Furthermore, he had been trapped, his ship and crew were stolen, and he had been left on an island to starve for the past few days. Now he was trapped once again, was intended to be hanged, and a red-faced Commodore Norrington was shouting at him. This did not sit well with Jack at all.

"Blimey," said Jack. He clapped a hand to his head, faking distress. "How awful. How could I ever be so cruel to the poor, stressedCommodore?"

Norrington's face turned, if possible, redder. His glare was one of hate.

"Why am I even wasting time talking to you?" he said, his voice quiet and steady. "You will be hanged and justice will be done." He turned toward the stairs.

"Commodore," said Jack.

The Commodore stopped.

"'Ave you ever hated something, but then realized all it took was some gettin used to?"

The Commodore just looked at him.

"For instance, green olives," Jack continued. "They're a bit strong at first, but you eat a few more, an'-"

"Just get to the point, Sparrow," Norrington snapped.

Jack leaned on the bars. "'Ave you ever considered it might be the same thing with Captain Jack Sparrow? You hate me right? Well, perhaps I'm really not as bad as I seem, aye?"

Gibbs and Ana Maria smiled.

The Commodore turned and walked up the stairs as though Jack hadn't said a word.

Jack sat back down next to Gibbs.

"You're right, ye know, Cap'n," said Gibbs. "All you take is some gettin used to."

Jack didn't say anything. He tried to think of a plan. He thought and he thought. Ana Maria fell asleep. Gibbs fell asleep. Jack pondered.