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State Your Name	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 4558 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Putting on a Face

          Bonnie and James stepped out of the carriage dressed elegantly. Norrington in his dress uniform and Bonnie in an incredibly beautiful gold and cream colored dress that complimented James uniform perfectly. Her hair was swept up with gold combs that had designs on it and matched the color of the buttons on James coat, and of course white gloves that came to her elbows.

            She frowned as she was hesitant to take his arm. “James. Why are we here?” She asked not wanting to go in, and preferring they had never accepted this invitation to begin with.

          “Bonnie, need I remind you again that I am the Admiral of this fleet and I must come to the officers ball regardless of who is hosting it?” putting his gloves on. “Unfortunately . . . Lord Cutler Beckett happens to . . . be in the position where he owns the fleet at the moment. Of course he’s going to host the ball.” With a sigh he looked into her eyes. “Bonnie, we’re here for my officers, not for him. Just remember how well they accepted you when we were married, and try to put on a happy face for them. It’s a large gathering . . . we needn’t be anywhere near Beckett.”

            Bonnie’s eyes were downward as she felt a bit vulnerable and as though she had a mark on her that everyone could see just by looking at her. James touched her chin and kissed her cheek. “Everything will be alright darling. Try to be cheerful for the men.” Bonnie nodded obediently. James took her hand and wrapped her arm around his and they walked up towards the house.

            When they entered the house, the servants took their outer vestments and Bonnie took James arm again as he escorted her through the house to the guests that were gathered on the grounds behind the house. Of course when the Admiral himself arrived, all eyes turned towards him to catch a glimpse of the commanding officer and his wife before returning to the festivities. Once that awkward and difficult moment was over, James and Bonnie faded into the crowd speaking to those who approached them politely and as friendly as ever.

            At one point, James and Bonnie were separated. James speaking to his officers in a group of men, and Bonnie sectioned off with their wives and daughters, a group of women as they milled about.

            When the dances began, of course they weren’t paired with each other right off. To many were anxious to dance with Admiral Norrington, and quite a few men wanted a turn about the floor with the Admiral’s wife.

            Bonnie was very gracious having had time while James was a way to learn the social graces of her station and was very attentive to the details so that she could impress the Admiral with her knowledge when he returned and not embarrass him. It seemed like she was passed from one officer to the next, one right after the other as the waltzes played, and Bonnie lost track of how many men she had danced with much less how many times she had been around the dance floor.

            Then, without even realizing it, she was passed to the next in line with one swift exchange and found herself face to face with the one man she had dreaded being near from the moment they had first received an invitation to the ball. She frowned as they glided across the floor and turned her eyes away, her bright expression and smile fading from her face.

          “Your looking quite lovely this evening, Bonnie. It’s quite a fetching gown, If I may say.” He said glancing at the neckline that showed just the top of her bosom before smiling devilishly at her.

          “It’s hardly appropriate for you to address me so informally, Lord Beckett.” Bonnie said never letting her eyes meet his as she starred across the room while they continued to dance an impatient look on her face. “Mrs. Admiral Norrington, or Mrs. Norrington will do.”

          “Oh come come, we’re past formalities I think.” He said as he moved his hand further around her to the small of her back as he pulled her body closer, “Far past them.” Bonnie tried to maintain her composure and push back away from him but it was no use. “I want another meeting.” He said into her ear.

          “What?” She said, not certain if she had heard correctly, but not really caring if she did or not.

          “Another night, in my bed chamber, from dusk til dawn.” He said pulling her against his body as he took her another turn about the floor.

          “I don’t know what you’ve mixed with the punch to put the idea in your mind that I would agree to another night with you for you to even pose the question, but perhaps you should dispose of the swill immediately.” She said trying harder now to pry herself from his arms.

          “This is hardly a jest. You know I control everything, down to the last dull blacksmith in the Caribbean. If I were to remove James Commission, he wouldn’t even be able to find work as a stable boy. All he would be able to do is turn to piracy, and it wouldn’t be long before his neck found it’s way to a noose in the gallows, and you along with him.” He said moving his hand a bit further up her back to keep her from gaining even an inch between them.

          “Let me go.” She said trying to push from him. Just then the song came to an end and the dance stopped. Everyone released their partners and began to applaud the musicians for their fine playing. Everyone except Bonnie who starred at Beckett breathing hard feeling as though she had just been in the arms of the devil himself.

          “Consider it.” He said as the applause died down. Then he turned and walked away into the crowd. Bonnie stood there for a moment as the music started up again. The crowd started to mill about once more in a mass. She looked around from left to right feeling strange, as though once again she was standing out her shame for all to see. Wrapping her arms around herself she put her head down and turned walking through the crowd.

Deathly Still


          “Bonnie.” James said gently kissing her shoulder as he rested his hand on her arm, and then kissed her neck. She didn’t move and stayed on her side with her back to him starring at the wall. “Darling, please.”

          “How could you want . . . .” She sighed as her eyes turned down cast. “How could you ever want me again after he . . . .touched me.” She whispered the words feeling like copper coins on her tongue.

          “It’s not as though you are diseased because of him, or a leper.” James said reaching up and stroking her hair back from her face. “Sweetheart.” He said taking her shoulder and carefully rolling her onto her back looking into her eyes. “I was not . . . an armature when we were married. When I was . . . with others it certainly wasn’t out of my care for the life of another. So what right do I have to hold it against you? Hmmm?”

          “We were married when it happened James.” She said looking into his eyes tears starting to form. “I know . . . I know it was wrong. I know what I did is completely unforgivable. You have all the reason and grounds in the world to leave me. I wouldn’t blame you for a moment if you did.” She whispered as more tears rolled down her cheeks.

          “Bonnie, stop this foolishness.” James said in a stern tone. “We’re to put this behind us, remember? To forget it happened. Like it never was. I’m home, Beckett is satisfied, and it’s all over and done with.” It was clear that James was having a hard time with it too, but he was doing his absolute best to try and put it behind them like he had said.

            She looked into his eyes for several moments placing her hand on his chest, feeling her heart turn at the thought of his being reduced to nothing because of her. “Do you love me James.” She asked timidly. Her heart stopped in her chest realizing that she had asked the questioned out loud that she had meant to only think. But now that it was said, she found herself wanting to know the answer . . . but then again not wanting to know.

            James looked down at her for several moments and his hand reached up stroking her hair with his fingertips. Bonnie’s eyes slowly moved and found his to meet his gaze as she waited to see what he would say. Norrington looked into her eyes for a quiet while before he smiled. “I do love you.” He said a little surprised to realize it himself it seemed. “I do.”

            Bonnie smiled as she could see it in his beautiful green eyes, and her heart leapt in her chest with joy at his simple words. She felt an onrush of all sorts of feelings as she reached up stroking his face a little with her fingertips, “I love you with all my heart.” She breathed with a trembling voice as tears filled her eyes. James smiled a bit more as they kissed each other deeply.

            Bonnie wrapped her arms around James and kissed him almost desperately as he wrapped his arms back around her in turn. When their kiss broke she breathed, “Please James, don’t let me go.” She said quickly. “Don’t ever let me go again.” Then once more their mouths consumed each other in a deep hungry passion.

For The Glory of Love

            A knock came to Beckett’s door late one evening as he sat in a large chair starring into the fire place, a glass of wine in his hand. “Come.”He called out to whoever it was that was knocking. The door opened and then closed and footsteps came behind the chair. “Mercer, really. At this hour, the reports could have waited until morning.” He said taking a sip of his wine.

            Then, the footsteps continued until the owner of them stepped around to the front of his chair where he could see. A figure in a black cloak whose face he couldn’t see. Beckett was hardly rattled however. Instead he just finished his sip of his wine and lowered his glass. In his other hand he had a small pistol and cocked it without much effort pointing it at his mysterious guest. “Yes?” He asked ready to fire, and perhaps planning to fire after he found out who it was anyway.

            Reaching up a hand pulled the hood back, and revealed that it was Bonnie standing in the room before him. As soon as he saw this, he un-cocked the pistol and lowered it. Bonnie looked at him for a moment, before lowering her eyes, then looking at him once more. Beckett smiled knowing why she had come and finished his glass of wine putting the pistol aside.

Emergencies

            James was standing on the docks looking over the ship manifest to make sure everything was in order and being properly handled by the ship’s crew and officers when three soldiers came barreling down the gangplank. “ADMIRAL NORRINGTON, COME QUICKLY!!!” James instantly put down the manifests as he followed after the men that had come to fetch him, his seconds in command close at his heels.

            Running through the hallways, James wondered what was going on but knew to ask questions after he arrived at whatever the commotion was. It seemed like forever until they found themselves running through the quad of the fort, across to the balcony that hung over the steep cliff face that suddenly dropped at least 10 stories straight down onto jagged rocks.

            Norrington could see someone standing near the bell, a female figure who needed to take just three steps out towards the sea and she would be in midair falling to her death on the rocks below. As he approached, his eyes grew wide as he realized that he recognized the woman. The sunlight caught her hair just right and he could see clearly that it was indeed Bonnie.

          “BONNIE!!!” He roared as his steps quickened. Another officer that was standing nearby stopped him yards away from where she stood so he wouldn’t rush up upon her and startle her that she fell off the wall. “Bonnie!” He said horrified as he saw how close she was to death. “What are you doing come down from there at once!” He said. Her face was streaked with tears, her hair looked as though she had been quite distraught and sorrow laden. She had come to this wall herself, she hadn’t been driven there by any means.

            Looking around James saw others there, several officers, soldiers of different ranks, and Beckett standing nearby. It was early morning, one of the watches must have seen her walking or standing on the stones. Beckett looked hardly ready to be out and seen by the others, his wasn’t even wearing his wig, he’d merely put on his white blouse and pulled on a vest over it and stood nearby watching quietly not quite sure how to react any more than anyone else.

          “Bonnie, come down from there, we can sort this all out. Please.” Beckett called out to her not wanting her to jump either. Norrington frowned as he looked over at Beckett not liking how he spoke to her as if he knew something that he didn’t.

          “Don’t . . . you ever . . . say MY NAME!!!” She screamed at him closing her eyes as if she had been struck leaning against the bell tower stones and turning her face away. “YOU’VE NO RIGHT!!!”

            Beckett watched her seeing that he might have pushed her further over the edge, not sure what else he could do to bring her down. Norrington felt his heart leap into his throat as he saw Bonnie’s foot move closer to the edge. He pushed pass the Officer that had held him back and walked closer to his distraught young bride carefully, calmly.

          “Bonnie.” He said in a quiet and calm voice. “Bonnie, please.” He repeated to get her attention. She opened her eyes slowly as she recognized her husband. “Darling?” Slowly, Bonnie’s eyes turned back towards James as she looked at him finding his emerald green eyes lovingly looking at her. “Don’t go.” He asked her.

            Tears escaped Bonnie’s eyes and rolled down her cheeks, her lip quivering as if she meant to say something but no words came. James reached out his hand offering it to her to take. “Please.” He asked again wanting her to take his hand so she would come down off the wall.

            Beckett looked between the two irritated that she looked as though she might go to James. That there was some connection between them, that might coax her from that wall that there wasn’t between her and himself. He clinched his jaw and his look darkened.

          “Take my hand.” Norrington said holding her gaze slowly reaching his hand out to her a bit further. “Bonnie, please.” He whispered with sincerity in his voice, truly wanting her to come down.

            Beckett watched the two, hating the exchange that seemed to be taking place between them. He hated the way Norrington’s eyes shined with love as he looked at his young distraught bride, and he hated the way his voice seemed to be getting through to her, when his own just seemed to push her into a further frenzy.

          “SAIL HO!!” A voice shouted from above. Most faces turned away from the scene that was playing out to see the ship coming around the cliff face on the other side of port, but James eyes never moved from Bonnie’s and Cutler continued to stare at them both. The bit of commotion that seemed to be caused around them was noise and distraction enough that as Bonnie’s eyes focused on Norrington’s she lost track of all that went on around her, as did James.

          “Darling.” He coaxed a bit more. “Come to me.”

            All at once, Beckett gave a nod and Mercer seemed to appear from nowhere behind her. Swinging around from behind one of the large pillars that held the bell high. Swooping an arm tightly around Bonnie he jumped down from the wall with the swiftest of moves causing her to scream and cry out. “NO!! Let me go!” Instantly James took her from Mercer and into his own arms removing her from the man’s grasp.

            Bonnie fell to her knees, but James never let her go and fell with her holding her against him as she buried her face in his arm weeping helplessly. “Shhhh, it’s alright darling. Everything is alright now.”

            Beckett watched a moment before he waved at the guards. “Arrest her.” He commanded. “See that she is locked up tightly and put under a strict watch.” Three guards instantly did as they were told, moving towards the girl and prying her from the ground taking her by the arms and hustling her off.

          “What right have you to arrest her? On what charges?” James demanded.

          “You saw with your own eyes, Admiral. She is a danger to herself, and far to distraught to be trusted alone. Until she is in a more stable state of mind It is in her best interest and the interest of this company to have her well supervised. So she will remain as such until I say otherwise. I’ll not have her disrupting the business of this port with such displays and attempts.” He turned and started to walk away but James was hardly satisfied with that.

          “You mean to keep her from me.” He said with a dark look on his face as he followed after Beckett. His steps quickened and finally he caught up to the man, “What have you done.” He demanded to know. “She wouldn’t have come to the decision to throw herself from the turrets lightly. She’s a sane and rational woman, I know her better then you think.” His look darkened as he stepped in front of Cutler blocking his path. “What have you done.”

            Beckett half smiled. “She doesn’t tell you everything . . . . does she.” HE said looking at the Admiral. James grew silent. “If she doesn’t tell you everything, then how can you truly ever trust her I wonder.” Beckett glared into Norrington’s eyes another moment before turning and walking away, guards following after him to hinder any more interruptions.

            James narrowed his eyes as the small stature man, knowing that he was somehow the cause of all of this.

Keeping Things Hidden

          “How is she?” Beckett asked Mercer whom he had charged with keeping a watch on Bonnie.

          “I’ve had our doctors down to see her, sir. To make sure that she wasn’t injured from when I removed her from the ledge and she didn’t hurt herself in any other way. They confirmed our suspicions.” Becket continued to stare out the window in silence at the news.

          “She’s been kept under a close eye in captivity.” He asked making sure things were done as directed.

          “Yes sir. She’s been given a sedative to help her sleep so restraining her wouldn’t be necessary. She was still quite upset when she was incarcerated and refused to settle down bent on her own destruction it seemed.” Becket gave a nod.

          “Make sure she stays that way. That the doctors look after her well and attentively. No mishaps. I want everything done for her to insure her health, but to keep her from trying to kill herself again. Even if it means she has to sleep the majority of the day.”

            Mercer took note of what his master said listening carefully. After a moment he moved to the next subject. “Admiral Norrington is becoming rather adamant. Demanding to know why he can’t see Mistress Norrington, what she’s being charged with . . . and what exactly is wrong with her.”

            Beckett turned from the window and looked at Mercer, “Do you think he suspects anything?” Mercer looked certain that Norrington was in the dark on the matter and shook his head. Cutler looked back out the window. “It might be time for James Norrington to return to sea.”
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