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TITLE: "Asylum"
AUTHOR: Cathryn (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
catslash)
PAIRING: Jack/Norrington
RATING: PG. Yeah, I'm boring.
SUMMARY: Norrington learns a few new things.
DISCLAIMER: All Disney, savvy?
CROSSPOSTED: My LJ,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pirategasm, pirates500.
NOTES: Written for thepirates500 firsts challenge. Exactly five hundred words. You can count them. ;)
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Commodore Norrington was glad to accept the new post, glad to leave the small port town. The town where they pitied him behind his back and commiserated with him to his face. Losing that lovely girl to a pirate, they said. And one who used to be a blacksmith at that! A shame, they said. This sometimes came just before they bought him drinks and, looking furtively to the right and left to see that they weren't heard, congratulated him quietly on doing right by that Jack Sparrow. On not being the death of a man with wayward morals but a good heart.
He was sick to his own heart of smiling wanly and saying thank you, of choking down the drinks and plotting how to flee as soon as possible without being rude.
He wondered what might happen if he had too many drinks. Surely he would lose his head and blurt out the truth then, the truth that his love for Elizabeth was brotherly at best (or, given the age difference, perhaps fatherly) and the feelings of desire that she was supposed to stir had instead been brought out by none other than the good-hearted pirate himself.
It was a relief to escape to another town on the other side of the country, where no one knew him and all thought his repeated failures to capture Jack Sparrow were precisely what they seemed. Why else leave the town he had served so long and faithfully?
So all he could do that night, when confronted with that glittering gold smile in a bar in this anonymous town that was supposed to be a haven, was laugh. So helplessly and so long that the smile was replaced with concern and an urgent order for rum, which was pushed into his hand accompanied by the words,
"I owe you a drink."
This brought on mmore laughter that sounded disturbingly like giggles, and Norrington realized dimly that, for the first time in his life, he was quite hysterical.
Jack Sparrow seemed to arive at that same conclusion, for a second later Norrington had been soundly slapped by a hand wearing several gold rings. As the old wives' tale went, it brought him back to his senses. He took a deep breath and a deeper swallow of rum.
"Thank you."
"You're all right then?"
"Oh, yes, fantastic. You do realize that now you've brought yourself to my attention, I have to capture and execute you?"
Dismissive wave. "What about a game of cards first?"
Why not? It would give him time to think of a way to let Sparrow escape without seeming suspicious. "Any stakes in mind?"
"You win, I'll be polite and not try to escape until morning. I win . . ." A wicked smile. "I get to play with your sword."
Norrington lost. And he would always remember that night as the night he learned that the word "sword" could have many meanings, and that losing to a pirate could have its advantages.
AUTHOR: Cathryn (
catslash)PAIRING: Jack/Norrington
RATING: PG. Yeah, I'm boring.
SUMMARY: Norrington learns a few new things.
DISCLAIMER: All Disney, savvy?
CROSSPOSTED: My LJ,
pirategasm, pirates500.NOTES: Written for the
pirates500 firsts challenge. Exactly five hundred words. You can count them. ;)**********
Commodore Norrington was glad to accept the new post, glad to leave the small port town. The town where they pitied him behind his back and commiserated with him to his face. Losing that lovely girl to a pirate, they said. And one who used to be a blacksmith at that! A shame, they said. This sometimes came just before they bought him drinks and, looking furtively to the right and left to see that they weren't heard, congratulated him quietly on doing right by that Jack Sparrow. On not being the death of a man with wayward morals but a good heart.
He was sick to his own heart of smiling wanly and saying thank you, of choking down the drinks and plotting how to flee as soon as possible without being rude.
He wondered what might happen if he had too many drinks. Surely he would lose his head and blurt out the truth then, the truth that his love for Elizabeth was brotherly at best (or, given the age difference, perhaps fatherly) and the feelings of desire that she was supposed to stir had instead been brought out by none other than the good-hearted pirate himself.
It was a relief to escape to another town on the other side of the country, where no one knew him and all thought his repeated failures to capture Jack Sparrow were precisely what they seemed. Why else leave the town he had served so long and faithfully?
So all he could do that night, when confronted with that glittering gold smile in a bar in this anonymous town that was supposed to be a haven, was laugh. So helplessly and so long that the smile was replaced with concern and an urgent order for rum, which was pushed into his hand accompanied by the words,
"I owe you a drink."
This brought on mmore laughter that sounded disturbingly like giggles, and Norrington realized dimly that, for the first time in his life, he was quite hysterical.
Jack Sparrow seemed to arive at that same conclusion, for a second later Norrington had been soundly slapped by a hand wearing several gold rings. As the old wives' tale went, it brought him back to his senses. He took a deep breath and a deeper swallow of rum.
"Thank you."
"You're all right then?"
"Oh, yes, fantastic. You do realize that now you've brought yourself to my attention, I have to capture and execute you?"
Dismissive wave. "What about a game of cards first?"
Why not? It would give him time to think of a way to let Sparrow escape without seeming suspicious. "Any stakes in mind?"
"You win, I'll be polite and not try to escape until morning. I win . . ." A wicked smile. "I get to play with your sword."
Norrington lost. And he would always remember that night as the night he learned that the word "sword" could have many meanings, and that losing to a pirate could have its advantages.
