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Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Uncharted Territory	By : canesfreak Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 1926 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own POTC or any of the characters in it. I only own my Ocs, which for now is just a few. Oh well�just hush and enjoy lol.

Vanessa just could not believe her horrible luck. To make matters worse than what they already were, the ship that was wrongfully fired upon by her and her estranged people was the ship of the cold Commodore. She rolled her eyes and sighed in exasperation. She was in deep trouble. The Commodore could legally punish and try her however and whenever he seemed fit, so she was fully at his mercy, and there didn�t seem to be much there. She needed a truly good reason for what had happened in Toumgamay�s harbor, and among the two sides; a reason she really didn�t think she had a great chance of finding, ever.

�I-I�m sorry, sir. That was foolish of me to ask such a question,� uttered Vanessa, stuttering under the pressure, and looking down at the wooden panels under her feet, a dull, ashen mahogany, now and twiddled her fingers in shame, and nervousness. She looked back up towards the paled, blustery face of the Commodore.

The wind was a tad chilly that morning, when it appeared, even she found herself grasping her arms in those occasional moments, trying to keep the body heat from escaping from within. The sun may have been hot a moment ago, but suddenly, as she must not have kept great track within the turmoil aboard, clouds were now passing the sun here and there, and when they did, paired with the sudden changing sea winds, it got somewhat icy, in seemingly no time. And then it could switch back to unbearably hot within no time yet again in another few moments. That�s how unpredictable it was on the sea, and it annoyed her even though she hadn�t been around the Naval prospect of it in years, aboard a man-of-war, since her father would take her on an odd, short voyage here and there. She couldn�t imagine how the sailors felt about it, being around it constantly, the weather changing at the snap of a few fingers. She shivered a few times here and there, taking a moment to look up at those new clouds in the diminished humidity sky, casually wondering if the frigid Commodore could have caused the sudden drop in temperature merely with his presence. But now was not the time for a joke, no matter how light.

She looked back at Norrington and noticed that between her ragged strips of clothing, (if you could even call it clothing), and his intricate and layered uniformed person before her, it seemed he was having a much better time of it in those sudden brisk sea breezes. He contorted his face here and there each time the wind would scream or ripple the sails, and his cheeks and ears were beginning to turn a lighter pink with the chill. They were lighter because, seconds before the wind had caught, his face had returned to the light apricot porcelain tone that she�d started looking at in the beginning of the meeting. But just barely. His lips, after the apology of Vanessa, turned upwards slightly in a sneer and he gained a bit more of that swaggered and important standing position of his, calmer and composed yet again, as he put a hand possessively and arrogantly against the sword sheathe attached to his waist.

�How absolutely correct of you to say that. Not only was it foolish, it may have been the least intelligent question I�ve heard uttered in my life. You still have many wrongdoings and such that you owe me apologies for besides that, I�ll have you know. But congratulations; By your redemption and apology for the said �foolish� question, you may have just eked out the only smart statement to come out of your mouth.� The officer smiled deeply and with so much pure attitude and such a bastardized manner, he seemed to be deriving a small amount of pleasure just from seeing Vanessa insulted. She frowned and felt tears faintly start to well in her eyes in embarrassment, but she kept up rapid blinking to banish them away.

She concentrated her eyes, instead, on the feminine bow adorning the Commodore�s white wig, and smiled faintly to herself, enough to encourage the scared, confused and alarmed girl inside, but lessened enough also to avoid getting in trouble for it. It had been years since she�d worn a bow herself, or had even seen one, as ribbons, silks and other fine materials were rarely, or not available at all on a tribal community as set far back as Toumgamay, so it was ironic to ponder that this man had had access to and had been wearing one this whole time and so much longer than she herself had had the privilege to. �I might have been embarrassed from his remarks, sure,� she thought to herself. �But seeing this man before me acting so above it all, and yet noticing he looks more feminine than myself at the moment, makes me feel at least a little better,� she considered further, and had to restrain a giggle in the process.

A sudden gust of wind, though now a considerable amount warmer than the last, came over the prow of the ship and made them all still tremor a tad, and Vanessa�s eyes wandered to the sun, still in the last processes of rising, yet going about it so seemingly slow. She was beginning to worry naively that the chilly morning she was experiencing would never be quelled anytime soon by the returning warmth of that Caribbean sun. Those clouds that had just appeared recently wanted to keep casting that doom and gloom over her, teaching her barely clothed and shivering self a lesson on this rapidly moving ship. The flagship was most likely steering full speed ahead at maximum knots, though slower than usual because of the wind speed and time lost through the damaged cloth of the sails. She blinked her eyes rapidly, a little sensitive to the sun and still-biting wind, before turning them back sheepishly to the Commodore�s grating and accusing eyes. She grimaced slightly, thinking about how much harsher his seemed, even after those very few seconds. They still burned into hers, looking her up and down still, as if she was some sort of disgusting creature from another world entirely. But then again, every look seemed a different expression of dislike and distaste, so it was really hard for her to discern between each one. Most looks pegged her as a filthy foreigner, which she most likely could be characterized as, with her dirt laden appearance. And she technically was a foreigner, as she didn�t originate from Britain, or any country associated with, or involving England.

Vanessa just stood there for the time being, before words were exchanged again with the Commodore, and simply considered how amazing it was that she could read his mind, and predict the nasty things he thought about her, after only meeting him a short time before, and knowing virtually nothing about him or his life and personality. �He is just too easy to read,� she thought to herself, and continued: �He really should stop being so demeaning. When every emotion and action is the similar and one in the same, it makes it so easy to tell what�s coming next or so simple to guess and imagine that he�s monotonous and same-y with everything he does, on and off duty.� This slightly dirty thought, although she deeply disagreed with the punch line ending in her helplessly lusted heart of hearts, caused another stifled giggle to occur. But it made her happy again, because it was of a girlish nature. It proved that she hadn�t lost her femininity or woman to man sexuality being among native �savages�, if you will, for five years, although it seemed she had temporarily lost her good taste and decorum, especially around important figures like Norrington, where it needed to be practiced most. She also worried that if he treated her this way, how on Earth did he treat his underlings and fellow shipmen?

That, however, didn�t seem to be a problem. Every time one of them had a timely comment about the previous night�s happenings, or to pipe in with something they swore they saw her in particular doing, he seemed very warm and accepting to what they had to say, rewarding them for each speck of information in his commanding, and seriously-said manner. Yet with them, it was different. There was a comradely sense of friendship present, and he even stopped a few times to smile smugly, if the comment struck a nerve of interest or humor. He never grinned, only smiled, and it always seemed to be along the lines of that same sneer, arrogant and self-important. Vanessa was amazed the men couldn�t see the nasty attitude in between the lines of that �smile�, and she wondered if maybe they had been surrounded by it for so long, then they were just merely used to it. Or maybe, he didn�t reserve any amount of smugness or arrogance. �In the case of them suffering under his mean demeanor and bullying tendencies, if they indeed had to endure it, then she pitied them,� she pondered to herself. What a pure torture to be stuck with someone so dark and moody all the time, even if he had a reason for his harsh behaviour; she lamented, then finished the thought abruptly, just as the Commodore began the back and forth interaction again, with another spoken gem directed at Vanessa, this time not an insult like the others, but another command. She winced slightly with the first words out of his mouth, and didn�t relax again until the entire spoken bit had met her ears. Even then, it was a false relaxation; she was still tense, still nervous and still afraid for what was in store for her. It was a feeling that she would have traded for almost anything else at the moment, provided it held a better fate than the one surely reserved for her by the disciplinary Naval officer in command. She shivered again after the words, at them also, as they set in, and as the wind blew again on her mostly bare form, and shivered deeper at the thought of punishment.
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