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Hey everyone! Thank
you for reading, and reviewing! I am glad some of you are enjoying it. I will
try to update every couple of days or so.
Another longer
chapter, this one�. I think I will dedicate it to LadyPirate and shatteredmind,
who have commented on the Commodore. I wanted to get a bit out of the way so I
could move on to J/E stuff� Please forgive any mistakes. Please review and let
me know what you think. Please for the love of god let Jack Sparrow kidnap me
and take me away.

Chapter .4.

Lots of boots. Too
many boots. And the yelling! He was trying to sleep! So tired�
�Quite down�� Jack
mumbled, and something jabbed him in the back in response. �Bugger off, or I�ll
sic �Lizbeth on you, � He slurred. After another jab and more shouting, most of
the boots and the noise seemed to move away.
Just as Jack had
managed to get reasonably comfortable against something rather uncomfortable,
the boots returned louder than ever.
�You, there!� A voice
bellowed.
Jack cringed. Two
pairs of hands were suddenly hauling his dead weight up off the ground. Opening
his eyes, he blinked a few times, trying to get everything into focus. There
seemed to be a lot of red. Lots of red, and lots of guns pointing directly at
him.
It all seemed so
familiar�
�Who are you?�
The man he assumed to
be in charge was approximately the whelp�s age, with lips like two of those
giant African snails, smushed together. The huge, white wig beneath his hat was
so extravagantly curled and ribboned, that Jack simply stood transfixed. Did
the man not own a mirror? He looked a woman gone horribly wrong�
�I asked you a
question, you filthy vagrant!� The Wig Man hollered.
Jack tried to take a
step backwards, but the hands still held him firmly. �If you don�t know, then
I�m not going to tell you.� He countered, while discreetly trying to figure out
where exactly he was. A ship, yes. A nice, roomy one. Very nice woodwork.
Not like the shoddy bleedin� raft�
�Well, I am Captain
Reddings of The Poseidon. And you, whoever you are, are under arrest by
His Majesty�s Royal Navy.�
A Royal Navy boat�
Bugger. He�d really wished hard for a pirate ship.
�What I want to know
is when and how did you get aboard. Answer me!�
Jack cleared his dry
throat. �Would you believe I came in on a couple o� sea turtles?� He gave his
most charming lopsided grin, which quickly drooped when a bayonet poked his
side. �Watch the leather�� he mumbled.
�We�ll leave him for
the Commodore to deal with. Make sail to rendezvous with The Interceptor.� Wig Man said,
addressing the men. �I hear he has a soft spot for pirates, which is
undoubtedly what you are.� He added with a glace toward Jack. Some of the men
chortled in response.
No, it couldn�t be.
That just wouldn�t be amusing by any stretch of the imigination.
�You don�t, ah, happen
to mean Commodore Norrington, by any chance?� Jack asked hesitantly with a
grimace, as the men beside him began pushing him towards the stairway.
�I do indeed.� Wig Man
answered over his shoulder.
�Bugger.� He sighed.
�Yes, yes, I know�lock him in irons��

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Commodore Norrington
was in a bad mood. This was not unusual of course, considering what he had been
through in the last few months. He had been outwitted by a drunken pirate, the
love of his life had chosen to wed a blacksmith, he had lost his commission and
with it his honour. And after all that, it had only gotten worse.
Fortunately, during
the many drunken nights alone in some of the worse pits the world
could possibly hold, he had come to re-evaluate his life, and what was really
important. It had taken quite a lot of rum to finally realize that his loyalty,
his skill and hard work, meant absolutely nothing in the long run. He had been
unceremoniously discharged for basically following orders, in the pursuit of
justice.
Elizabeth was happily
married now. Looking down appraisingly at the sailors and crew busy about the
deck, Norrington�s thoughts turned to her husband � Will Turner. Still very
young, in age and experience, he wondered whether the boy would handle the
inevitable rejection of his beloved wife quite as gracefully has he had
himself.
�I�m sorry Sir, still
no sign of them.� Lieutenant Gillette reported, coming to stand beside him. He
looked nervous.
Norrington took his
hands from the railing in front of him to clasp them smartly behind his back.
He turned to face his lieutenant.
�Exactly what part
of� �do not lose them� did you
have trouble understanding, Lieutenant?� The younger man shifted under his hard
gaze. �I�m sure by now you�ve grasped the concept that in order to shoot
something it must first be at least visible.�
Lieutenant Gillette
knew better than to respond. Norrington would have to remember to recommend the
man for promotion. �Keep course, inform me of any changes.� He turned back to
the rail, and the Lieutenant quickly left.
Yes, Commodore
Norrington thought; he had handled Elizabeth�s rejection quite well at the
time.

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Gillette found him in
his quarters just after dawn the next day.
�Sir, The Poseidon
seems to be hailing us.�
Norrington marched up
on deck and Gillette handed him a scope. He looked through the glass over the bow, but saw the sister ship far more to the east side than expected. Had
they spotted their quarry?
�Signal back, and let
them catch us.� Norrington decided. At this point, any news good could only be
good. There had been no sign of the Lady Luck for days now.
As it turned out, Lady
Luck was not on their side, in more ways than one.

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He had kept himself
hidden until the last moment, and the crew of The Poseidon had not managed to
warn them in time. This was why Norrington found himself staring across to one
of his own damn ships at the very much alive Captain Jack Sparrow.
�You�re looking
well-to-do. Commodore again, is it? My congratulations.� Sparrow yelled across
to him, looking relaxed and decidedly smug. Norrington supposed he had reason
to be; Captain Reddings, pistol cocked to the side of his head, looked like he
was about to faint. Probably from embarrassment.
Norrington knew the
feeling well.
�What exactly do you
hope to accomplish with this extraordinary display of stupidity, Mr. Sparrow?�
He called back, voice full of dry contempt and sarcasm.
�It�s Captain
Sparrow, � The pirate groaned with a roll of his black eyes, �and I�m not quite
sure� But I�m beginning to have an inkling.� His mouth began to curl up into a
smile.
Norrington was strongly
tempted to give the order to open fire. He would gladly sacrifice a life in
exchange for having the pirate at his mercy. Unfortunately, Captain Reddings had
not acquired his present rank through services rendered � he was the younger
son of a very powerful member of society, one who could very easily see that
everything Norrington had worked for disappear overnight. Not even Lord Beckett
could save him from that fate, if he should happen to get Captain Reddings
killed.
But Jack Sparrow could
not possibly know that the man he held at gunpoint was of more value than a
mere Captain of the Royal Navy. Men of his rank died every day; it was
practically their duty.
�It would grief me to
lose such a� competent officer,� Norrington sneered slightly, pleased to
see Captain Redding�s face turn red with indignation. �But I�m afraid that if
his death brings about your own, I must pay the price in order to bring about
justice. The world will be a better place without you in it, Captain Sparrow.�
�Better, maybe. But
far less interesting, you �ave to admit.� Sparrow sighed dramatically, but the
smile only grew wider. �I thought you�d say something like that, mate. Lads,
you can bring it out, now!� He yelled. To who, Norrington couldn�t guess. Were
there members of his crew aboard, so far unnoticed?
Norrington watched,
confused, as pairs of uniformed men brought several large barrels into sight.
�Sparrow, you had
better explain this quickly, before I open fire simply on principle.� He
growled.
�Oh, I�ll be quite
quick,� Jack grinned and, pulling another pistol from his belt, pointed it
towards the pile of barrels. Norrington noticed the sailors back hastily away
from them. A horrible suspicion came to mind.
Norrington�s eye
twitched.
�You guess correctly I
see, Commodore!� The pirate gestured wildly with his pistol as he spoke,
causing several of The Poseidon crew to dive for cover, all the while
keeping the other pistol pressed to the back of Captain Reddings�s rather
grotesquely camouflaged head. �Gunpowder. Enough to blow up this pretty boat
�ere, and most of yours.�
Norrington ground his
teeth, trying to think. He wanted Sparrow�s head on his mantelpiece, or perhaps
in a jar on his dining table. Atop of some sort of spike would be very acceptable.
�What. Do. You. Want?�
He practically spat out, jaw clenched.
�I want a lot of
things, Commodore,� Oh yes, the damn pirate was having a wonderful time.
�A bottle of rum always at my fingertips, lots of shiny gold beneath my feet,
the love of a good woman�� Sparrow grinned lazily at him. �And a big, pretty
boat to call my own.�
�You�ve already taken
a ship,� Norrington hissed.
�Ah, but I have it
under good authority that no ship can match The Interceptor for speed.
And I really should get back to my crew; they�ll be right worried about me.
That�s who you�re trailing after now, or am I mistaken?�
Norrington didn�t
answer. He could barely breathe as it was.
�Tell all your men but
six� no, eight� to come on ova to this ship, and I�ll come over to yours with
Wig Man in tow. Then we can hopefully come to some sort of arrangement. Savvy?�
Norrington had never
wanted to shoot someone more in his life.

Minutes that felt like
hours later, Captain Jack Sparrow, shielded behind Captain Reddings, was
standing aboard the much less occupied Interceptor.
�What now, Captain
Sparrow? Should I send for some rum and a tavern wench for your pleasure?�
Norrington sneered.
Before he knew what
was happening, Sparrow had casually tumbled Captain Reddings over the side of
the ship, but not before turning the aim of his pistol to Norrington. The
barrel was pressed firmly under his chin before the sound of the splash below
could even be heard.
Things just weren�t
going his way, these days.
�Uh uh, Commodore,�
Sparrow chided quietly, glancing down at the sword at Norrington�s side, hilt
gripped in his hand but not drawn. After a long moment, Norrington released it.
�Crew of The
Poseidon!� Sparrow called across, though not taking his eyes off Norrington for
so much as a second. �Thank you for your hospitality! I would very much appreciate
it if you would not follow us, or the honourable
Commodore Norrington may have an
unfortunate accident with something fast and bullet-shaped. Now off with yas!�
The Poseidon was slow to depart, the crew obviously rather shell-shocked and
confused as to their duties. Norrington flicked his gaze towards it and noticed
that the dripping Captain Reddings stood on deck, staring back at the Commodore
as the ship sailed past, his mouth opening and closing in a convincing
impersonation of a flounder.
�Surely you�re not
stupid enough to want us on the same ship together,� Norrington�s voice sounded
oddly calm to his ears. �I will kill you the second the chance presents
itself.�
The pirate snickered.
�But you won�t.�
Sparrow moved slowly around to stand almost behind him, the gun pistol trailing
along his neck. �You see, you don�t want to kill me � you want me to suffer.
Big difference mate, believe me. Suffering takes more than a second � it can
take up a whole lifetime, if you want it too. I�m afraid you�ll just have to
wait for the opportune moment, Commodore.�
He saw the blow coming
from the corner of his eye, but couldn�t move fast enough. Norrington felt the
pistol smash against the side of his head in a burst of pain. His last thought
was one of hope; hope that the remaining crew would take this moment to grab
the pirate while he was busy knocking him out, before everything � thankfully -
went dark.
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