Disclaimer: I do not own anything from Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did, that would be the cat's pajamas.
Author's Note: The reviews are so splendid. Thank you so much for them. Now I just wanted to say that I really can't do those funny dialogues at the beginning anymore because Fanfiction yanks stories that have 'chat dialogue' in it. Isn't that messed up? Ah well. My fellow pirates, enjoy!
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-"Commodore Norrington, what a pleasant surprise."-
Jack muttered an obscenity before Gallagher stated, "If he finds ye, you know he won't hesitate to properly hang you this time. Dammit, me long skirts are stickin' out from under the bed." Jack promptly grabbed her and hoisted her on top of him in the cramped space.
His breathing grew shallow and she replied, "Well Sparrow, I suppose ye are very happy with this lil' accommodation…" Terrence straddled his hips with her long legs underneath the petticoats, smiling down at him impishly.
"Can't ye tell already?" Jack whispered back, grabbing her by the backside and pressing her into him so she could feel the proof of his uncontainable desire. Almost crying out, she bit her lip and whispered angrily, "Now pipe down. They'll catch us for sure if we keep this up."
"It'll be up for a while, me luv," Jack Sparrow replied devilishly, twisting her words around into some perverse statement. She hit him in the chest before resting her head upon it, listening to the Commodore and Jack's heartbeat simultaneously.
"What brings you here, Commodore?" Elizabeth said curiously, "I hope this is most certainly a social call."
"I am afraid not, Mrs. Turner," Norrington replied crisply, "We believe you and your husband are providing safe haven for a scoundrel."
"However do you mean, Commodore?" Will asked, playing dumb just to buy them time.
"Jack Sparrow has been spotted roaming around these parts. And about twenty feet from here, we found an unconscious soldier. He had been accosted, by a pirate, no less. We believe Mister Sparrow is in hiding in your residence. May we search the rooms?"
"Why James!" Elizabeth scolded, "Why must you point your finger at us in such a disrespectful manner? Whenever Jack Sparrow causes a ruckus, you immediately accuse us of being involved."
"Because you usually are!" Norrington said in plain exasperation.
"Commodore…" Will said in a warning tone, but the Norrington interrupted him.
"I do not mean to disrespect you both. But if I find Mister Sparrow here, I will take immediate action."
"He has done nothing to offend the military, and if he has it was in self-defense. Surely you must know that, James," Elizabeth cried. Michael immediately began to wail in her arms.
"I will put that into consideration. For now I must simply find him, to deter any more unwanted incidents from taking place." Jack and Terrence tensed when they heard the Commodore take a step towards the closed door.
He paused and said in a particularly cheerful tone, "By the way, are you two going to be making a presence at your father's gala tonight?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Will said, "We plan to attend."
"Of course I wouldn't suspect otherwise. Governor Swann would not have it any other way. He is particularly pleased with the cooperation we've been getting from Oxbay."
"And why shouldn't he be?" Elizabeth agreed, "Governor Crowe is supposed to be the guest of honor."
"So I heard," Norrington said politely, "Now if you'll excuse me…"
And the door opened.
Terrence pressed a finger to Jack's lips. Jack promptly bit it, eyeing her playfully as he did so. She clenched her teeth and silently mouthed: "I'll take care of you later."
Norrington's black shoes were leisurely seen pacing around the bedframe. Closets were opened, windows were examined. Norrington 'hmmpf'ed to himself as he exited as quickly as he entered after he was done with his examination.
Jack breathed out a sigh of relief as the Commodore disappeared.
"That wasn't a good idea, messin' around with Norrington standin' right there," Terrence whispered, running a palm across his cheek, wiping the sweat away from the humid Caribbean air. His whiskers tickled her flesh as her fingers skimmed his forehead and lips.
"But ye know ye liked it," Jack informed her, running his hands across her naked thighs underneath the dress. He wiggled his eyebrows when his curious hands came across her garters.
"Shhh, we're not quite safe yet," Terrence said quietly, barely containing the small laugh pent up inside of her.
"Indeed."
Jack winced and the two pirates glanced over to their left…where Norrington was on his hands and knees, peering back at the both of them. He was not amused in the least.
"Out, both of you," he ordered, standing up once more and brushing off his uniform.
"Ah well…all good things must come to an end, they say," Jack said with a sigh, patting Terrence on her thighs before extracting his hands and crawling out after Terrence had done so.
Jack tilted his hat back properly on his head before saying grandly, "It's mighty nice to be crossin' paths with ye again, Commodore."
"I would be lying if I said the same, Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow if you please, sir," Jack corrected. He caught Terrence's gaze and winked at her before saying, "And this beautiful lady here is me bonny lass. I do not believe ye two have met before."
Commodore Norrington kept one hand on the hilt of his sword as he narrowed his eyes at her. She grinned in response. What a sight she must be…hair tangled, her body covered in dust from being underneath the bed.
"You must be Terrence Gallagher," Norrington said with a small satisfied smirk.
Will and Elizabeth rushed in, clearly upset.
"James, once again must I remind you: they have done nothing wrong!" Elizabeth cried.
"You are being unfair, Commodore," Will added angrily.
"Let us handle this," Terrence said with a nod to each of them. She turned to Norrington and said with a returning smile, "You've heard o' me?"
"A few stories. There's quite a price on your head, Miss Gallagher."
"Captain Gallagher."
"All right, Captain. I have heard rumors that you have been riding the seas with this miscreant." He pointed to Jack Sparrow in utter disdain.
"That's not the only thing I've been ridin'," she responded with a serious face.
Jack Sparrow burst into a bout of laughter as Norrington turned a deep shade of pink, clearly at a loss for words.
"Terrence!" Will cried, casting a shameful stare.
"Really Terrence, is now the time for such remarks?" Elizabeth questioned, wrinkling her nose.
"C'mon, Commodore! Clearly ye must know about the birds and the bees!" Jack said, clapping the shocked man on the back, "I mean, who doesn't know the status of me and me darlin' Gallagher's 'alliance' of sorts? Hell, everyone in the Caribbean's gotten wind o' it by now."
Commodore Norrington shrugged off Jack's arm and said coldly, "You are both under arrest. And I do not care to hear of your 'alliances'. I know you have had quite a few in the past."
"I'm a busy man," Jack said with a tip of his hat. Terrence rolled her eyes.
"I sure hope you will enjoy Port Royal's gallows, Captain Gallagher," Norrington said haughtily, eyeing her with distaste.
"I've already seen them. They aren't too shabby," Gallagher replied with a wave of her hand, "They don't thrill me, either."
"In fact, that's where me bonny lass and I first met. Ain't that right, luv?" Jack said, pulling a loose string from his sash.
"Aye, that's a fact," Terrence agreed with a smile.
"You cannot arrest them," Will growled, "You will not arrest our friends in our own household!"
"Then must I take them out into the streets and arrest them there?" Norrington bit back in a mocking tone.
Elizabeth stepped up, hands on her hips as she said, "We won't let you do that either, James. And neither will my father."
"What?" The Commodore blinked, "What does Governor Swann have to do with this?"
"Jack and Terrence are, in fact, the guests of honor at the gala tonight. So you cannot arrest them."
The pirates stared at Elizabeth in bewilderment as the Commodore seethed, "I thought Governor Crowe was the guest of honor."
"Why, I didn't know there was a rule that there couldn't be more than one guest of honor. You'll have to take that argument to my father," Elizabeth said proudly, looking particularly pleased by winning a verbal fight against Norrington.
"And what, pray tell, has these two done to become Guests of Honor?" Norrington asked in disbelief.
"Jack is helping regulate the trade from Oxbay to Port Royal. He is carrying goods back and forth," Will said quickly.
Jack narrowed his own eyes behind the Commodore's back. He didn't like getting pulled into duties he didn't agree to. Not one bit.
"Fine," Norrington said quickly, biting his tongue, "Then I suppose I should see you all tonight. And I will be keeping an eye on them." He pointed to Terrence and Jack before bursting out of the household and walking, head high, down the cobblestone streets back to the fort.
"A Guest of Honor. How about that, Jack?" Terrence said excitedly.
"It's a shame my father doesn't know about that yet," Elizabeth said sourly, "Your welcome for saving your arses."
Jack embraced Elizabeth and cried, "Mrs. Turner, you're too kind!" His smile was wiped off of his face, however, when he turned to Will.
"And what is this about me carryin' goods to the ports?" he asked flatly.
"It saved you a trip from the gallows, Jack. Surely you must be thankful," Will pointed out with a smug grin.
"I'm thankful for many things, Mr. Turner. And right about now ye should be thankful that I haven't split ye from navel to navel with me sword." Jack turned to Terrence and grabbed her hand before adding, "Now if you'll excuse us, Terrence and I have a gala to get fancied up for!"
"Fancied up?" Terrence repeated with dread. She didn't like the sound of that.