A/N: Thank you all so much for your reviews!!! I love reading them!!! So
neway I finally got chappie eight done!! I'm trying to make it more
'normal' coz I know its an extremely abnormal story. Unfortunately that is
my style of writing! I have another story that I havn't posted on Fanfic
coz it is really TO weird...it's a cross between Pirates of the Caribbean and
Peter Pan!! Lol. Hehehe ok so anyway you want the chappie...here it is!!
Disclaimer: Read whatever I put for chapter 7!
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Chapter eight: Norrington.
The week passed in a flurry of pain and sea mist. The bandages on my wrist began by digging into my burnt arm but as the week had progressed they began to soothe it. The day when I could remove them and show the world my new pirate life made the hairs on my body stand up in excitement. Attempts to remove it early had been prohibited by the ship's doctor (or the person trained slightly in medicine) Ed. His idea of medicine was to slice off any limb that looks slightly wounded, not my idea of fun at all!
I had given Jack the silent treatment for a few days but had finally decided to forgive him for his harsh idea of fun one night while some of the crew were playing cards.
I was watching them with glee as Gibbs piled up his worldly goods with a hand that wouldn't win the one piece of eight. Cotton, who was also playing, was keeping his money low even though he had a hand which could, and would, win the game.
I was laughing away while drinking my share of the rum which was circling us. Then Jack appeared. There was a flurry of hands and tankards until all the rum was hidden. Gibbs began to hum in a look-at-me-I-was-drinking- rum sort of way although he was trying to hide the fact. I giggled again but suppressed my laughter as the Captain approached me. Why was it that he could drink rum while the crew were forbidden to touch it unless given permission to? Ah yes that was it, Jack wanted it all for himself. Greedy bugger!
I turned away from him, I was still moody with the whole you-burnt-my-arm sinario.
"A word if you please luv"
I got up moodily, to let him see that I still had not forgiven him, and followed him up onto the deck. We stood in the moonlight under the starry sky and he frowned at me.
"Now I know you didn't like it when I burnt your armsies but I am Captain here and we can't have a member of the crew ignoring me can we?"
I stared at him with a look in my eyes that plainly told him I was not in for all this 'I am Captain my word is God' bullshit.
"And...I think I'll go mad if you don't talk to me soon!"
I laughed at the puppy dog look in his eyes.
"I never asked to come along you know!" I giggled, "You can drop me off in the next port and go fight the Evil by yourself!"
We both fell silent and I changed my glance out onto the ever-darkening horizon. The Evil...why the hell did I have to bring him up?
"That's not what I meant," came the whisper in my ear, "I just miss your company is all"
I felt his warm arms on mine and continued to stare out to sea. His chin rested on my shoulder and I glanced at his face. The light from the stars and the moon reflected down on us as if it were protecting us.
"We're going there aren't we?" I said after a few moments.
"Aye," came his voice, "Aye, soon luv"
The day had finally come. Bandages off!! I woke in the morning to a smiling face peering over the hammock. I jumped out, nearly falling over, and threw on a clean shirt over my undergarments.
We raced onto the deck and into the bath of sunlight which awaited us. I sat on the side with Jack crouched in front of me.
He smiled up at me and gently took my wrist into his hands.
"This is it luv, you ready?"
I nodded my head and we both chuckled. He took the corner of the bandage that I had tugged at many times over the last week and began to unravel it.
As the layers got thinner the black bandage began to show white again. Finally we reached the last wrap. I took a deep breath and Jack took it off.
Staring up at me was a perfectly shaped 'P' just under my tattoo. I ran my hand over the now fully-healed skin and smiled a smile as long as a banana. Jack shared the same look and held it up for the crew to see.
They burst into applause and I was startled at the way that a simple 'P' scolded into the flesh meant so much to the pirates.
The celebrations lasted momentarily, however, as a scream from Anamaria up in the crows nest alerted everyone's attention.
"SAILS ON THE EAST HORIZON!!!" there was a pause and then "ROYAL NAVY!!! IT'S THE NAVY CAP'N!!"
The crew snapped into action running here and there readying the guns and sweeps. I drew out my new cutlass and watched the blade glimmer violently as it caught the sunlight.
Our sharpshooters and sweeps were trained on the enemy our black flag hammering in the wind. We were ready, we could take them, I wasn't afraid.
My insides squirmed uncomfortably as the massive structure of the Dauntless shadowed our Pearl. Why did we have to stand our ground and fight a hopeless battle?
Jack stood his ground. Both hands lay upon his hips; his feet spread an equal distance from his shoulders. The sunlight caught his good looking features and the wind whipped up his long dreadlocks giving him a heart throbbing look.
The Dauntless grew nearer but as it drew closer it was apparent that they were under armed as only one level of cannons were trained on us but they still posed a threat. Norrington stood at the helm shouting out orders with that pinch faced look on him. He didn't look as though he belonged on the sea. Unlike Jack his powdered wig blew so that it was off-centre causing him to have to replace it every five seconds.
The fear within me drained and was replaced by something else. Anger. I felt a rush of hatred towards them as their ship grew nearer. They were delaying us from saving their sorry hinds and the rest of the world. The grip on my cutlass grew stronger and I readied myself to kill.
"FIRE!" Norrington shouted pointing his finger to our ship as though his crew didn't know where they were firing to. But they were one half a second too late for Jack had unleashed his crew moments before.
Cannon fire filled my ears and the flying cannonballs filled my sight. My anger grew. If they stopped us now I'd make the dirty buggers pay.
We boarded and I came into contact with my first victim. He lunged at me but I dodged and swung my sword over my head bringing it down to collide with his sandy coloured hair. He fell to the ground blood spilling from his head. There was no time to look at the man I had just killed as another threw himself at me.
I ran to the next redcoat after leaving the last in a bloody heap on the floor. The anger pounded in my ears as I killed person after person. The blood on my new cutlass glimmered red in the midday sun.
I approached two of them. They stood back to back defending each other but one of them spotted me and both turned onto me. Two...could I take them? No time to think just time to kill. One swung his sword over his head while the other swept below aiming for my knees. Which one to defend? No time. I swung my sword up and blocked the head attack but there was no time to stop the other and I shut my eyes ready for the blow. I opened my eyes seconds later wondering why it had delayed. The man was laying dead a shot hole through his head. I turned to see Jack standing with his pistol in hand pointed at the now dead man.
I smiled at him in thanks but turned to the other man who had stood up from the strong defence blow I had struck him. I put my whole weight behind the hilt of my cutlass and plunged it into his heart feeling the ripping of muscle through my hands. He fell to the deck dead.
The battle around me was raging in the same way. We were strong, there was no doubt of that, but the more people we seemed to kill the more people appeared from down below. The deck of the Dauntless was soaked in blood but still the rage pumped from within me.
I took a quick look around to see where Jack had gotten to. He was up by the helm in man to man combat with Norrington. It was clear who was winning and I turned my back on it smiling. Good old Jack.
Another redcoat approached me and I was in battle again. He swept his sword here and there and every time I reflected the blow back onto him. I sliced through his arm but he backed up causing only a light cut then it was his turn. His sword caught me unawares and cut a long graze through over my stomach. I blinked but forgot the pain as I drove my cutlass through his heart as I had done with the other redcoat. I glanced down at my 'graze' to see that my shirt was covered in blood. It didn't hurt too badly and I tried to forget the sting.
"Damn it! That was clean on this morning" I muttered while approaching the next enemy.
I had weakened and even though I always won I was getting more and more 'grazes'. My arm had a nasty tic taken out of it and my leg had a gash which was bleeding freely.
I glanced around our crew quickly to see that it was not only me who had injuries. Then I spotted Ed sitting on the ground surrounded by five redcoats. I rushed over to help him and killed one outright from behind. The others turned to me and bared their teeth in anger and for a fleeting moment I was reminded of the time mum had taken me to the zoo to see the lions. The memory of mum made my concentration waver and I felt my cutlass fly out of my hand and onto the deck. I was weaponless and surrounded by four redcoats. I tried to dodge to pick up my weapon but a sword at my neck made me stop. I flung myself to the deck to dodge it and bought my knee up in between the man's legs. He fell to the floor writhing in agony.
"That's what we call the get-off-me-you-loony back at home" I said with a triumphant grin on my face but not for long.
The sound of a close by gunshot rang in my ears and a sudden eruption of pain exploded in my chest. The three men turned and left me slumped on the ground bleeding.
I clutched at where the pain was coming from and looked down to see blood trickling down and making a pool on the floor. I felt suddenly extremely light headed and looked up into the battle. It was ending and I saw two Jacks deal two final blows to two Norringtons and then the two Norringtons fall to the floor. My vision had doubled and the sound around me had ceased. I tried to concentrate on the faces of our crew. They were cheering, their faces lit up with glee so why couldn't I hear it?
Black spots begun to flicker in front of me and images of mum burst from my memory. I could see her in the delivery room screaming as the baby tried to burst from her. I heard the beep beep beep of the breathing machine and the final drone. She was dead. Then something strange happened, a blue mist surrounded her and she was disappearing. It was the image I had never seen before. My mum dying.
I blinked my eyes trying desperately to stay in conscious and saw Jack running over to me. He placed both hands on my shoulders and I could see his mouth moving as though he was trying to talk to me. But I couldn't hear.
I could feel my body giving up on me and I could no longer feel the pain. I remember staring into Jack's scarred face and smiling at him.
I shut my eyes and passed into darkness.
Disclaimer: Read whatever I put for chapter 7!
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Chapter eight: Norrington.
The week passed in a flurry of pain and sea mist. The bandages on my wrist began by digging into my burnt arm but as the week had progressed they began to soothe it. The day when I could remove them and show the world my new pirate life made the hairs on my body stand up in excitement. Attempts to remove it early had been prohibited by the ship's doctor (or the person trained slightly in medicine) Ed. His idea of medicine was to slice off any limb that looks slightly wounded, not my idea of fun at all!
I had given Jack the silent treatment for a few days but had finally decided to forgive him for his harsh idea of fun one night while some of the crew were playing cards.
I was watching them with glee as Gibbs piled up his worldly goods with a hand that wouldn't win the one piece of eight. Cotton, who was also playing, was keeping his money low even though he had a hand which could, and would, win the game.
I was laughing away while drinking my share of the rum which was circling us. Then Jack appeared. There was a flurry of hands and tankards until all the rum was hidden. Gibbs began to hum in a look-at-me-I-was-drinking- rum sort of way although he was trying to hide the fact. I giggled again but suppressed my laughter as the Captain approached me. Why was it that he could drink rum while the crew were forbidden to touch it unless given permission to? Ah yes that was it, Jack wanted it all for himself. Greedy bugger!
I turned away from him, I was still moody with the whole you-burnt-my-arm sinario.
"A word if you please luv"
I got up moodily, to let him see that I still had not forgiven him, and followed him up onto the deck. We stood in the moonlight under the starry sky and he frowned at me.
"Now I know you didn't like it when I burnt your armsies but I am Captain here and we can't have a member of the crew ignoring me can we?"
I stared at him with a look in my eyes that plainly told him I was not in for all this 'I am Captain my word is God' bullshit.
"And...I think I'll go mad if you don't talk to me soon!"
I laughed at the puppy dog look in his eyes.
"I never asked to come along you know!" I giggled, "You can drop me off in the next port and go fight the Evil by yourself!"
We both fell silent and I changed my glance out onto the ever-darkening horizon. The Evil...why the hell did I have to bring him up?
"That's not what I meant," came the whisper in my ear, "I just miss your company is all"
I felt his warm arms on mine and continued to stare out to sea. His chin rested on my shoulder and I glanced at his face. The light from the stars and the moon reflected down on us as if it were protecting us.
"We're going there aren't we?" I said after a few moments.
"Aye," came his voice, "Aye, soon luv"
The day had finally come. Bandages off!! I woke in the morning to a smiling face peering over the hammock. I jumped out, nearly falling over, and threw on a clean shirt over my undergarments.
We raced onto the deck and into the bath of sunlight which awaited us. I sat on the side with Jack crouched in front of me.
He smiled up at me and gently took my wrist into his hands.
"This is it luv, you ready?"
I nodded my head and we both chuckled. He took the corner of the bandage that I had tugged at many times over the last week and began to unravel it.
As the layers got thinner the black bandage began to show white again. Finally we reached the last wrap. I took a deep breath and Jack took it off.
Staring up at me was a perfectly shaped 'P' just under my tattoo. I ran my hand over the now fully-healed skin and smiled a smile as long as a banana. Jack shared the same look and held it up for the crew to see.
They burst into applause and I was startled at the way that a simple 'P' scolded into the flesh meant so much to the pirates.
The celebrations lasted momentarily, however, as a scream from Anamaria up in the crows nest alerted everyone's attention.
"SAILS ON THE EAST HORIZON!!!" there was a pause and then "ROYAL NAVY!!! IT'S THE NAVY CAP'N!!"
The crew snapped into action running here and there readying the guns and sweeps. I drew out my new cutlass and watched the blade glimmer violently as it caught the sunlight.
Our sharpshooters and sweeps were trained on the enemy our black flag hammering in the wind. We were ready, we could take them, I wasn't afraid.
My insides squirmed uncomfortably as the massive structure of the Dauntless shadowed our Pearl. Why did we have to stand our ground and fight a hopeless battle?
Jack stood his ground. Both hands lay upon his hips; his feet spread an equal distance from his shoulders. The sunlight caught his good looking features and the wind whipped up his long dreadlocks giving him a heart throbbing look.
The Dauntless grew nearer but as it drew closer it was apparent that they were under armed as only one level of cannons were trained on us but they still posed a threat. Norrington stood at the helm shouting out orders with that pinch faced look on him. He didn't look as though he belonged on the sea. Unlike Jack his powdered wig blew so that it was off-centre causing him to have to replace it every five seconds.
The fear within me drained and was replaced by something else. Anger. I felt a rush of hatred towards them as their ship grew nearer. They were delaying us from saving their sorry hinds and the rest of the world. The grip on my cutlass grew stronger and I readied myself to kill.
"FIRE!" Norrington shouted pointing his finger to our ship as though his crew didn't know where they were firing to. But they were one half a second too late for Jack had unleashed his crew moments before.
Cannon fire filled my ears and the flying cannonballs filled my sight. My anger grew. If they stopped us now I'd make the dirty buggers pay.
We boarded and I came into contact with my first victim. He lunged at me but I dodged and swung my sword over my head bringing it down to collide with his sandy coloured hair. He fell to the ground blood spilling from his head. There was no time to look at the man I had just killed as another threw himself at me.
I ran to the next redcoat after leaving the last in a bloody heap on the floor. The anger pounded in my ears as I killed person after person. The blood on my new cutlass glimmered red in the midday sun.
I approached two of them. They stood back to back defending each other but one of them spotted me and both turned onto me. Two...could I take them? No time to think just time to kill. One swung his sword over his head while the other swept below aiming for my knees. Which one to defend? No time. I swung my sword up and blocked the head attack but there was no time to stop the other and I shut my eyes ready for the blow. I opened my eyes seconds later wondering why it had delayed. The man was laying dead a shot hole through his head. I turned to see Jack standing with his pistol in hand pointed at the now dead man.
I smiled at him in thanks but turned to the other man who had stood up from the strong defence blow I had struck him. I put my whole weight behind the hilt of my cutlass and plunged it into his heart feeling the ripping of muscle through my hands. He fell to the deck dead.
The battle around me was raging in the same way. We were strong, there was no doubt of that, but the more people we seemed to kill the more people appeared from down below. The deck of the Dauntless was soaked in blood but still the rage pumped from within me.
I took a quick look around to see where Jack had gotten to. He was up by the helm in man to man combat with Norrington. It was clear who was winning and I turned my back on it smiling. Good old Jack.
Another redcoat approached me and I was in battle again. He swept his sword here and there and every time I reflected the blow back onto him. I sliced through his arm but he backed up causing only a light cut then it was his turn. His sword caught me unawares and cut a long graze through over my stomach. I blinked but forgot the pain as I drove my cutlass through his heart as I had done with the other redcoat. I glanced down at my 'graze' to see that my shirt was covered in blood. It didn't hurt too badly and I tried to forget the sting.
"Damn it! That was clean on this morning" I muttered while approaching the next enemy.
I had weakened and even though I always won I was getting more and more 'grazes'. My arm had a nasty tic taken out of it and my leg had a gash which was bleeding freely.
I glanced around our crew quickly to see that it was not only me who had injuries. Then I spotted Ed sitting on the ground surrounded by five redcoats. I rushed over to help him and killed one outright from behind. The others turned to me and bared their teeth in anger and for a fleeting moment I was reminded of the time mum had taken me to the zoo to see the lions. The memory of mum made my concentration waver and I felt my cutlass fly out of my hand and onto the deck. I was weaponless and surrounded by four redcoats. I tried to dodge to pick up my weapon but a sword at my neck made me stop. I flung myself to the deck to dodge it and bought my knee up in between the man's legs. He fell to the floor writhing in agony.
"That's what we call the get-off-me-you-loony back at home" I said with a triumphant grin on my face but not for long.
The sound of a close by gunshot rang in my ears and a sudden eruption of pain exploded in my chest. The three men turned and left me slumped on the ground bleeding.
I clutched at where the pain was coming from and looked down to see blood trickling down and making a pool on the floor. I felt suddenly extremely light headed and looked up into the battle. It was ending and I saw two Jacks deal two final blows to two Norringtons and then the two Norringtons fall to the floor. My vision had doubled and the sound around me had ceased. I tried to concentrate on the faces of our crew. They were cheering, their faces lit up with glee so why couldn't I hear it?
Black spots begun to flicker in front of me and images of mum burst from my memory. I could see her in the delivery room screaming as the baby tried to burst from her. I heard the beep beep beep of the breathing machine and the final drone. She was dead. Then something strange happened, a blue mist surrounded her and she was disappearing. It was the image I had never seen before. My mum dying.
I blinked my eyes trying desperately to stay in conscious and saw Jack running over to me. He placed both hands on my shoulders and I could see his mouth moving as though he was trying to talk to me. But I couldn't hear.
I could feel my body giving up on me and I could no longer feel the pain. I remember staring into Jack's scarred face and smiling at him.
I shut my eyes and passed into darkness.