Chapter 4: Proper Attire

James Norrington stood at the helm of his ship, the Dauntless. His crew of pirates, and traitors to the crown, many of whom he'd broken out of jails along the way to Tortuga. Ulysses Parker was working out operation details with Mr. Gibbs, who he had to admit, it was a pleasure to work with again, after his retirement from the Navy eight years ago.

Elizabeth was suddenly standing there, as though she'd dropped in from the sky. "James."

"Elizabeth," James nodded civilly, as he noted her Royal Marine uniform-trousers and all.

She sighed. "First, Ana and I can't wear pants on these ships, they get too much in the way," noting his curious stare.

"A good point," James conceded.

"Secondly..." She stared at him for a time. Finally, she said, "Ana." And there was AnaMaria, appearing much the way Elizabeth did. He didn't know why, but there was something about their look and stance that sent a cold shiver up his spine. His premonition was proved right when both seized him by the arms, and forcefully escorted him below, as Ulysses, Gibbs and the crew watched, amused at a six-foot Navy-trained man being hauled by two women below, helpless.

The women slammed the door shut behind them. He turned and asked, "Just what the hell is going on here?"

Ana was busy fighting a predatory smirk off her face, so Elizabeth spoke; she was used to showing a predatory grin. "Well, you're still wearing your Navy Admiral uniform. Firstly, you're no longer the Admiral in this group; Jack is. Secondly, that's hardly the attire of a pirate captain. So," she opened a trunk, "this is your new, proper attire."

James took one look at the chest and made a run for it.

He didn't make it four steps before receiving a tackle that a Notre Dame football player would envy by AnaMaria. She forced him down, and Elizabeth bolted the door.

"Don't think so, Jimmy boy," AnaMaria said almost playfully as she removed the tricorn and coat. "Careful with the suit, Lizzie; Jack wants it."

"Why?" Elizabeth asked as she removed his vest forcefully.

"How should I know? Probably..." She paused to wrestle the white tie from James, "thinks he'll look good in it."

Elizabeth snorted. "Jack Sparrow, Admiral in the Royal Navy. There's a thought."


Finally, they were finished. Elizabeth had left midway to deliver the Admiral's uniform to Jack, leaving Ana to her job. The moment Elizabeth handed it to Jack he dashed into his cabin, and bolted the door. Bemused, she wandered back to the Dauntless, where she was just in time to finish the job.

Finally, they stepped back, and appraised their handiwork.

James Norrington, former Navy man, was a pirate. His hair, already long under his hat, hung at the sides of his head. He wore a rugged once-white shirt under a blue coat that was in similar shape. His attire was completed with a leather strap holding his pistol and commodore's sword, which Elizabeth somehow got a hold of and switched with his admiral's sword, which was now in Jack's possession.

"I take it," he looked at himself in a mirror, "this is...proper attire?"

"Indeed it is, James."

"Hm," he said, looking at himself in the mirror. He smiled at the James in the mirror, and abandoned more of Admiral Norrington. Not bad. Not bad at all.

Then, once on deck, they found a real sight.

There was the Admiralty Jack Sparrow. He wore James' uniform to interesting forms. His hair was tucked into the Admiral's tricorn, and his beard's ties had vanished somehow. The sword was in hand, hanging at his side, glittering in the sunlight.

The blue coat waved in the wind, and the gold accents nicely complimented his gold teeth, which were bared with a wide grin that a Cheshire cat would envy. It was incredible-James Norrington; pirate captain, and Jack Sparrow; Admiral, Royal Navy.

James turned to Elizabeth and said, gazing at Admiral Sparrow, "Please shoot me."

A/N: Oh, I love making James a pirate! For a look at James as a pirate, go to this link( Replace the words dot and slash with the real things) www.ohjohnnydotnetslashpotc2slashpotc2208dotjpg I swear to God, it really is him. Check the eyes and nose if you don't believe me. Special thanks to MeraSparrow for the photo link.