A/N: I'm BACK! Okay, I'm really really sorry that I didn't update for a while. After I got back from Disney classes started and they were alot more time consuming then I originally thought! Please don't be mad! -rotten food, wads of paper thrown at her- Forgiveness please!! -ducks a small Volvo tossed in her direction- Hey now that's just unfair... Besides, for some reason I can't update from my computer. I have to fix that.

Anyway... for any of you heading to DisneyWorld, you MUST see the Jack Sparrow Pirate Demonstration! It was held near the Pirates of the Caribbean ride on the side that has gate near it. I saw it about roughly three times (two of them I didn't see it from the begining). The actor playing as Jack looks like him a great deal... sounds like him too (except when he shouts... but that's okay). He's also absolutly STUNNING!!! I mean sure he's dressed like Jack, but he has such a goregous face I wanted to just... mmm... pounce. Of course, this was after seeing my boyfriend and not getting in as much pouncage with him as I wanted... so maybe I was just pounce deprived.

I'm really glad to bring you all my longest chapter yet (you deserved it!!) and some gratuitous nudity of the Norrington variety! Well... sort of. I mean... you can't shower in clothes can you?

Disclaimer: James Norrington and Pirates of the Caribbean do not belong to me and are property of Disney. I tried. He was bolted down.

James Norrington: They nailed me to the deck!

Natania: Whoa. Talk about your Pythonisms gone wrong...

Natania belongs to me. So does Tikki, but I'm more of her agent and personal assistant. If you think Hollywood actors are needy, try parrots! Although, parrots can be loving.

Tikki: -fluffs- I'm a method actor.

Oh, Evanescence and Nova Era belongs to themselves. I just own a copy of their albums.

James managed to shower without much difficulty. He even found a sea sponge on a rack which hung from inside the shower and made use of it. He didn't touch the blue bottle of "shampoo" since he wasn't fully sure of what to make of it. When he first stepped into the shower, James was surprised and soothed by the cascade of warm water. His muscles groaned and relaxed in relief quickly under its effects. His mind wandered a bit, curious as to what other innovations came with this era. He turned the metal knobs as instructed when he was done bathing. Then, he pushed back the curtain to be assaulted by the cool air.

A faint shiver trailed up his spine, and he quickly grabbed a towel to dry and rub some warmth back into his body. There was a faint whisper of even colder air emanating from a window with wooden shutters, and he wrapped the towel defensively around his waist. James wiped the clouded mirror with his hand and gazed at his reflection. He looked far different then yesterday morning. Then he had looked more confident, ever so certain of himself and his future. Now, however, behind the stoic mask his face normally bore were hints of uncertainty and a faint shadow behind his eyes.

He quickly looked away, unable to face himself any longer. James' eyes found a leather strop, very similar to the one he used to sharpen his razor on. James, of course, was unaware that such archaic device was rarely found in today's modern world. He was also unaware that the razor in question was Natania's father's heirloom that rarely found use. It still sat quietly in the bathroom cabinet, regardless. James looked over the sink and counter before him with greater scrutiny. There was a small, round, wooden container which contained shaving soap. A small shaving brush stood by its side, standing ready.

James felt his cheek as he pondered. Faint stubble was already growing in rapidly, and by this evening he was certain it would be far too unruly for his appearance. He let the back of his palm brush over his cheek one last time before starting his search for that last vital instrument he needed. It took a few minutes, but once James realized there was a small metal knob on the corner of the mirror he found that it slid to the side revealing a small alcove. It was full of various containers, but what he was looking for caught his eye immediately: an antique straight razor with a mother of pearl handle.

He took the razor carefully in hand, sliding the mirror back into place. He carefully opened it and examined it in full. It was simple of design but still very lovely, not something the average commoner would use. It also seemed to be in very good condition, save for a few permanent rust stains on the metal. James closed it gently and placed on the sink counter. He then proceeded by turning the left nozzle of the sink, which he realized brought in hot water, getting ready to rid himself of those offensive whiskers. He washed the shaving brush underwater and created a thick lather with the shaving soap.

'Well,' James thought to himself as he applied a layer of lather on his cheek. 'At least I can look the part of a gentleman today.'

Natania lost herself in a faint daze that her music carried her off into. Tikki had stirred a bit earlier, making demands which quickly turned from a loud squeaks to soft warbling at the arrival of gentle petting. The small parrot relented, and Natania had fallen back to her bed with Amy Lee's voice singing softly in her ears. She wasn't sure of what to do once James got settled in, but had to take things one step at a time. She certainly felt strange at the thought of a fictional character under her care. In the end, it didn't matter. To Natania he was a person, perhaps a lost and utterly confused person, but a person none the less.

As she fell under the spell that Evanescence's "Good Enough," James emerged from the bathroom. After shaving his face without any difficulty, even finding a bottle of cologne entitled 'Bay Rum' that he made use of, he had managed to get dressed with mild inconvenience. The button-down shirt Natania had given him was very loose on him, bunching up around his torso a bit. The sweatpants were also very loose around his legs but were obviously meant for a man not of his towering stature, and ended about four inches above his ankle. James really wasn't certain of what to make of these clothes, but was certain they didn't convey the look of high society. While not a vain man, or even a man that felt himself better because of his social class, he certainly didn't want to look like a vagrant in this century.

With a faint sight from the last examination of his new wardrobe, James followed the hallway to where Natania had mentioned she would be found. It seemed that the room at the end of the hall had its door wide open, and that room even led into another. He guessed that these were both "her room", even though there was no sense of privacy with the doors not being shut. The first room that met the hallway was rather cluttered; it was full of bookshelves, a small red couch, two desks with funny black chairs each, and two more glass boxes- er, televisions. Each desk had strange odds and ends and many papers on them, even the floor was currently a storage area with boxes pressed into the corners.

James shook his head, taking in the strange sight of the room rather quickly. He remained outside the doorframe and lowered his eyes to the floor. He gathered that Natania must be in the other room, but found himself unable to enter a lady's private bed chambers. That would be far too presumptuous of an action!

He cleared his throat, but received no response. James leaned forwards a bit, peering into the room just beyond. He could make out Natania lying on her bed, resting atop her sheets, with strange white threads coming out of her ears. Her eyes were shut and she seemed blissfully unaware of everything. He gently knocked on the door, hoping for some reaction.

While it wasn't from Natania, James did indeed receive attention. Tikki pounced on the front perch in her cage, in full view of him, and proceeded to let loose a series of loud screeches at the top of her voice. If James knew what either device was, he might have compared the sound to that of a car alarm or smoke detector going off. For a small animal that could snuggly fit in his hand, it certainly made very loud noises.

Both humans were surprised, to say the least. James stood up straight and took a step back, while Natania, sadly, did not remain so dignified. She jumped what felt like a foot off the bed, nearly tumbling onto the floor. Swinging into sitting position with a scowl, she confronted the excited parrot.

"TIKKI! I swear if you don't shut that tiny beak of yours I'll duct tape closed for you!"

Tikki let out one last fading shriek, but continued to eye James suspiciously (well, as suspiciously as a parrot might…) from her cage. Natania turned to face him, her face instantly falling into an expression of embarrassment with a tint of pink.

"Oh, er. Hi" was about all she managed to get out.

Seeing Norrington in modern attire (as desperate as the articles of clothing were at the moment) wasn't as terribly strange as she had thought. After all, it wasn't like Jack Davenport wore period clothing all the time. It was odd seeing him in clothes that didn't really fit him well, but he still managed to carry his handsome and dignified presence. However, Natania still felt very hot in the face at the fact of having a handsome and very clean man now nearly in her bedroom. She wasn't a stranger to having a member of the male gender in her bedroom who wasn't a family member, having dated a few times in the past. But having a man she really didn't know well see her sanctum, messy as it was, felt very unnerving. She clapped her hands and rubbed them vigorously together to get her mind straight.

"Alrighty! You look um…," she sized him up again. He did look funny with his pants a bit too short. "Fine… just fine. I mean, it's going to have to do for a few hours."

Natania plucked the threads from her ears, music reaching the air for a few moments before she silenced it. James could make out a female voice and piano playing for a moment before the sound disappeared. He felt compelled to ask about it, but felt rather foolish having to question about every strange machine they came across. From this, James felt insignificant and unintelligent, neither which he ever considered himself, and thus brought a greater sense of unease that this world brought. Natania had picked up a small pile of clothes from her dresser after having depositing the white music maker on top of it.

"Why don't you listen to some music while I get changed? I can't claim to be the fastest but it will take a bit." She motioned to the bed for James to sit. He moved aside for her to leave but stood rigid.

'Did she just…' James' face was stoic compared to the storm raging in his brain. 'I'm certain she's not suggesting anything intimate… but it does seem rather indecent… I'll never get used to women in this age.'

He managed to find his voice. "I'd rather stand."

Natania gave a slight shrug of her shoulders, taking out a shiny thin box from a black stand. "Suit yourself. I guess we should introduce you to the sounds of today slowly. Let's start with something familiar."

With one hand holding her clothes, she popped open the box with her free hand, revealing a round flat disk. She set it down on a low white bookshelf before another sleek device. This was as wide as Natania's body and about a foot high. In the center were various buttons and a clear case covering three round indentations. On either side of the clear case was what appeared to be blue fabric stretched over the rest of the facade. With the press of a button lights shone in response and the clear case parted like the Red Sea and exposed its insides. She pressed the metal disk into one indent, then another button to close the doors again.

Soon the room filled with a strange sound like chimes, then the familiar sound of violins and… a harpsichord? James opened his mouth a bit in awe, but it was only a slight parting of his lips. It sounded very much like the sort of music that he would hear in parties of high society, but usually had musicians to produce it.

"Sound can be recorded these days. Kind of like television and movies without the images. Think it's about another 200 years away from your time, so it's not terribly new. It gets stored and you can produce it with the right equipment, like my iPod." She pointed to the white box on her dresser. "You can listen to whatever music you want whenever you want on it. Of course… you store only what you purchase, so it's not like I have the whole history of human music ever created." She grimaced a bit. She was lecturing again! "I won't be long. Just enjoy."

As Natania retreated for the bathroom a new piece began to play, in fact, it was a variation of a piece that would not be created for over 50 years as far as James was concerned. When the bathroom door shut, he turned back towards where the music floated from. Just past it the rather weary parrot hunched over and eyeing him. After a few moments she reached some mutual understanding with James and relaxed to the music.

"O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here." He sighed and sat down on the uncluttered side of the red couch. "How beauteous mankind is… O brave new world, that has such people in't." James quoted and held his forehead with his hand.

Tikki murmured a faint response that seemed to register as some witty retort.

Even with Natania's long hair, she was able to shower and dress in record time. Never really one to gussy herself up if the circumstance didn't call for it, she passed over putting on makeup or even blow drying her hair. Towel drying to the best of her ability, she brushed her hair back and sealed it in a low ponytail. This was her normal everyday look, simple and not the least bit garish. Why doll up if she had no one to impress? While she might want to appear attractive to James, she promised to help him and flirting with him was certainly counterproductive.

'Do I want to flirt with him? I can't help feeling all…. bubbly when he looks at me. He just wants to get home and he just lost his fiancé. He's not going to be interested in someone.' She mentally sighed and glanced at the mirror. 'Especially someone like me.'

While Natania was not unattractive she never felt fully attractive either. She felt plain externally, and in the same instance felt very false whenever she tried to make herself aesthetically more appealing. Too much makeup felt heavy and uncomfortable, while light amounts ended up rubbing off anyway. She had enough trouble putting eye drops in so contacts made her shudder at the thought. Natania was terrible at blow drying her hair properly, its length didn't help and she had no desire to shorten it. Her clothing was always relaxed, as tight tops or anything low cut made her feel very uncomfortable and exposed. When she was younger a few times men had tried to glance down her top. Once for her birthday she felt confident enough to wear a dress, but deeply regretted it after a teenaged boy stared indiscreetly at her legs. Natania didn't wear a dress anymore unless it was a very formal occasion. In the end, it was her personality that drew people and not the way she looked. She wouldn't have it any other way.

Today she wore her 'Han Shot First' black top and jeans. Her black glasses hid her eyes just a bit, as usual. She felt more in a boot mood than her normal sneakers, even if her black leather boots were rather scuffed at the toe. Examining herself in the mirror a bit longer then on a normal day, a faint frown danced on Natania's lips.

'Ahhh… what the hell.'

In perhaps a moment's madness she undid her ponytail, towel dried it a bit rougher than before, and brushed it out again. She convinced herself that it was because only men from James time wore their hair that way, and she didn't need strange looks from him. Natania only prayed that when it dried it would behave. Her hair was rather naughty when dry and would frizz a bit, and even curl up in strange ways causing endless knots to battle. Applying her favorite peppermint lip balm, she opened the bathroom door and headed back to James.

He hadn't really moved from his place on the red couch, and his eyes were closed. Natania guessed he was enjoying the soothing melody that Nova Era provoked, even if his brow was ever so slightly furrowed in thought. She cleared her throat the same as he did earlier, and James opened his eyes slowly to see her gentle smile.

"Well I guess you like the music." Natania picked up her black boots from near the closet door and sat down in her desk chair.

"No… well yes actually. It's quite pleasant. I was just thinking, really." James glanced over to her, his cheek leaning against his fist.

"Mmm… know the feeling. I get lost in my thoughts sometimes too." She pulled on her boots and zipped up the side before standing. "Okay! Let's get going. Ummm…"

Natania walked over to one of her many white bookshelves and picked up her wallet. "Ahh… excellent. I should have enough to cover for a few outfits. Not sure how long you're going to be here James, so we'll aim for one outfit for each day of the week."

James shifted a bit in his seat uncomfortably, and then let out a slow breath. All this dependency on a young woman made him feel total inner turmoil. On one hand, he was in a time with no money, no one who knew him or his position, no understanding of the way the world now worked and surrounded by new a strange technology. Alternatively, he was a full grown man who happened to be a Commodore of the King's Royal Navy, who was now completely co-dependent on a young, unmarried lady with no chaperone to watch over her. It made matters worse that not only was she feeding him and housing him, but was now in fact clothing him! When had he turned into such a helpless babe? While maybe in this new world he had a fresh start with new opportunities, he certainly wasn't going to stand on his own two feet for a while.

'I can't let my ego be so punctured by circumstance.' He finally concluded and gained a glimmer of closure.

James followed Natania down the hallway, waiting for a moment when she gathered the clothes he had discarded earlier and neatly folded on top of the hamper in the bathroom.

"I guess we should put these away… the guest bedroom doesn't really have a dresser so I'll bring up some luggage for you to store them in. We'll bring up the rest of your things when we get back." She explained while carrying his clothes to the room across from the master bedroom.

As Natania placed the clothes down on the bed, she felt her nose get tickled a bit. Something on them had an odd scent that lingered past her for a brief moment. She rubbed her nose and shrugged a bit.

'That was… odd. Maybe his cologne.'

Stepping back outside to the hallway, she smiled at James and headed back downstairs with his steps behind her. Natania gathered the last bits before their exodus: her phone, her car keys, her favorite brown jacket which she wore proudly, and at last passed off a gray coat of her father's to James. She pressed the bridge of her glasses upwards out of nervousness and grinned.

"Ready for your first horseless carriage ride?" she teased.

James pulled on the jacket and arched his eyebrow a bit. "Do I have any choice?"

Natania put on a very ponderous face, pressing a finger to her chin and gazing upwards for a moment. Then she quickly snapped her eyes back to him and grinned quite widely.

"Nope. None whatsoever."

A/N: YAY! And as soon as I get Chapter 10 done I'll be up to the double digits!! Whoohoo! By they way, if you guys enjoy classical music you will really love Nova Era. They're a group that do classical music with modern rhythm and sound (I know... that's what the site says and really best explains them). It's very addictive!! And if you don't know Evanescence... check them out NOW. That's a command from your authoress. Well... strong suggestion. It's for your benefit I promise.

Just to inform you guys, I've been toying around with a few ideas for other stories. I'm not giving up on Commodore, don't worry! I have a few ideas for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, as well as Sleepy Hollow/From Hell. Johnny Depp movies... you surprized?? I say Sleepy Hollow/From Hell because with my OCs it can go either way... the only thing is that I want to use these characters and their story for my own original story and don't want them exposed to the public just yet. Fanfiction is one thing to put on the internet, but I really don't want people stealing my ideas. My characters are my BABIES.

As for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, there are in fact not one, but TWO story ideas I have. Yeeesssss... -rubs her hands together manically- One I actually have some content written down for (it's going to need a major overhaul when it's put on the compy). I can't say anything since it's going to be a surprize, but a hint is in order. It's a crossover, but with an OC (I know that's hard to picture, but everything will become clear). Not just any crossover, mind you. It's never been done before!! The suspence is kiiiiilllling me. I want to tell more but really shouldn't. Don't worry... it'll be a quality crossover. Tikki guarantees it! Besides... how can you say no to a fuzzy?