As you step into the large parlour at Governor Swann's house you Survey the room and your eyes swiftly find their target. Commodore James Norrington, all clean and crispy.
The commodore is all dress-up for the occasion in his new uniform; a small smile graces your face when you see the silly white wig covering the beautiful dark tress you know are there. By the Gods how you love to slide your hands through them.
You eyes never leave him as you gracefully move across the room, careful not to draw his attention to you. Of course most of the people have their attention on the engaged couple, your gaze draw for a moment to Will and Elizabeth. If their looked anymore happy I am surely going to gag.
As you draw closer towards the Commodore and Governor Swann you catch the last string of his words. "…Sparrow. That pirate!"
You hide yourself on a chair near a curtain, which hides you from view, letting you have a clear view of the Commodore. For a short moment you are content to letting your eyes feast on the figure of Commodore Norrington. Few only new what treasure was hiding underneath those layer of clothing. Your not to vain as to think that no other has seen what was hiding in the depths of Commodore Norrington, but still waters do indeed run deep.
As your eyes feast your mind ponders over the options that lay before you this evening. Approach him directly. Ignore him for the evening? Perhaps toying with him for some time? Hmm so many options, so little time.
Raising out of the chair as you watch Elizabeth approach her father and the Commodore. Gazing around you are satisfied that none of the others are near enough to witness what you are about to do.
Moving behind the Commodore you let your hand travel underneath his over coat ever so lightly travelling up his legs to give his delicious ass a small squeeze; At the same time you extend your other hand towards Elizabeth. Your face kept in a neutral expression, only your eyes have a little sparkle in them.
"Elizabeth, Governor Swann, I believe congratulations are in order." You give a small nod to both of them as your hands clasp behind your back.
Out of the corner of your eye you can see that the poor Commodore have obtained a small blush and an apparent loss for words. Turning around so that you are now facing the Commodore you keep your face calm, hiding the small satisfying smirk that wants to come out. You freely wonder what is going on in his mind. He did not suspect me to be here. Ha it is always rewarding to find the Commodore off guard.
"I believe that you have not yet met Commodore Norrington," Governor Swann gestures towards the Commodore, who has somewhat regained his posture.
"You are mistaken Governor we have met." The Commodore lightly grasps your hand and place a small kiss on it, lingering just a little too long. "A pleasure as always Commodore." You give him a promising smile.
Clasping onto Elizabeth's arm your smile widens more genuine to the young woman. "I do believe that the tea is ready. Shall we leave the men to discus the pirates while we turn towards more pleasant subjects?"
As the pair of you settle down for a cup of tea you are aware that the Commodore is keeping a watchful eye on you. Giving a small nod to the three young ladies that already claimed their positions at the large table in the room before explaining to Elizabeth how you have met the Commodore.
"We bumped into each other one late afternoon." Your eyes twinkling with joy as you remember that fateful incident several months ago. Before you had to go off and play pirate and take him away from me.
"The Commodore is hardly the man to bump into anyone." Elizabeth's face is filled with curiosity and disbelief.
"We did not bump into each other." The Commodore had moved towards the table and was standing next to you, his hand on the back of your seat almost touching your neck, "I merely pointed my pistol at her."
Elizabeth's mouth opened to say something but she could not quite get her head around the situation. Of course Will moved towards Elizabeth when he noticed that the Commodore had joined her.
"Oh yes, your quiet right Commodore," You look up into his green eyes and see the mirth in them," You did point your pistol towards an injured and harmless woman."
Something between a cough and a snort can be heard from the Commodore you can see his jaw clenching.
"The Commodore was , of course after having assured himself that I posed no danger, so kind as to lend me a helping hand." A bright, clueless smile is plastered on your face as you bat your eyelashes at him. Oh and what a hand it was.
Elizabeth, Will and you watch as the Commodore scraps his throat and tugs a little at the collar of his uniform.
"Would you like some tea?" With an innocent look you point to the teapot , "I am sure that all that talk of pirates must have left you quite parched."
"So it would seem…" He raises an eyebrow at you and takes the only available chair, right across from you, "You ladies would not mind my joining you?"
The other three woman giggle and whisper among themselves, the Commodore wisely ignores them. So those where the women who wanted console him after Elizabeth had rejected him. Will who occupies the chair next to you looks at the Commodore he is probably not liking the fact that the Commodore is also sitting next to Elizabeth, who seems to be a bit dazed by all the information she has just received.
Leaning a little bit more backwards in your chair your eyes gaze directly into the Commodore's challenging him to either do something or say something. Was it not he that joined them.
"Commodore Norrington why on earth would you point a pistol towards an unarmed woman?" Elizabeth seemed puzzled by this.
"Dear Miss Swann I found this seemingly unarmed woman in the middle of nowhere…"
Holding your hand up for a short interruption, "As I told the Commodore then I was exploring the land that goes with my property."
"Which would be a man's job not a woman's." You give him a little glare.
"As you know Commodore I am a widow so what would you have me do, try to find my husband who is currently sinking to the bottom of the ocean and take his corps with me, in case I am in need of a husband by my side?" You know that you are being rather blunt but he was aware of this situation. The women to your sides gasp either in shock from your words or from the way your speaking towards their Commodore.
"That is a very tasteful way of informing people of your deceased husband." Commodore Norrington smirks at you as he sips his tea. I hope you burn your tongue.
"Glad you approve." You smirk back and choose to ignoring him for the rest of the time.
An uncomfortable silence lingers at the table, the three woman on your left suddenly feel the urge to leave this table despite the fact that the charming Commodore is seated here. Elizabeth and Will exchange glance with each other, possible unsure what to say or do next. The Commodore's eyes still linger on you, as you pretend to be studying your fingernails.
One of the servants comes and informs the four of you that dinner will be served and that you are required to be seated at the dinner table. The dinner table for this occasion has been placed on the porch of the Governor's house, giving the guests a splendid view of Port Royal.
You are placed next to Elizabeth and one of the young noble woman who attended such parties merely to find a husband. Opposite of you your pleased to find Will, Commodore Norrington and Lt. Gillete. After chattering on about the weather, the Port and other silly things Elizabeth seems to have caught on that something is not quite normal between the Commodore and yourself. Clever girl.
"Commodore what exactly where you doing her property when the two of you met." Her eyes directly on the Commodore as are yours.
"You know Elizabeth he never did tell me that." You tilt your head a bit sidewise as your eyes sparkle with delight.
Suddenly feeling something hit your leg you glare at the Commodore fully aware that it must be him who is giving you a warning. You drop your napkin so that it falls onto the ground, excusing yourself you bent gracefully to pick it up. A quick glance under the tablecloth learns that you where right his legs are over on your side of the table. Fortunately the narrowness of the table makes it easy for you to just stretch your legs and let them stick out on the other side.
"At that time I was not aware that it was your property had I know it was I would have never trespassed onto it." Is face is untouched by any emotion as he sips the glass of brandy before him.
Brilliant answer but it is not what we wanted to hear. Even Lt. Gillete has turned his attention towards your conversation. Time to put a little pressure on the Commodore.
"That still does not answer the question of what exactly you where doing there." Elizabeth appears to posses a stubborn streak which you start to admire. "No it does not." Will adds.
Carefully so that no one notices you slip out of your small slipper and let your left foot trail up his stocking clad leg, over his breeches but before you reach your goal his right hand captures your foot.
"And you forget your place again Mr. Turner." The Commodore pretends nothing has happened and let's his hand trail up and down your calve.
He is rescued by the arrival of the main course, his hand leave's your calve but your foot stays in his lap. Lt. Gillette strikes the opportunity to ask about your visit on the Dauntless.
"Did you enjoy your visit on the Dauntless?" Lt. Gillette is blissfully unaware of your strange relationship with his commanding officer.
"Yes it was absolutely fascination Lt. Gillette it was very kind of you to offer me a tour of such a grand vessel." You look squarely into the Commodore's eye for he was not aware that you had done things. "I particularly loved the crew cabins it has amazed me what could be done within such tight quarters."
The Lieutenant gives you a radiant smile which you return politely ignoring the fingers that are squeezing in your foot.
"Lieutenant why was I unaware of this?" The Commodore's voice has turned icy cold as he addresses his crewmember. Lt. Gillette can be seen swallowing hard and scraps his throat.
"It was rather a quick decision of mine. I happened to be on the docks this noon and Lt. Gillette was just on his way towards the Dauntless. If I would have know it would cause him so much trouble I would have never suggested it." Trying to pull your foot away from the Commodore you fail but at least his fingers stopped squeezing into it.
There is an uncomfortable silence at your end of the table everyone surrounding you are focussing on their food as the two of you glare at each other. If only I could kick him…
Authors Notes: Reviews are welcome and check in tomorrow for the third installment.