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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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Secret Whispers

            A gentle knock came to the Admiral’s bedroom door. “Admiral?” A soft voice said. Teresa knocked again but no answer came. She looked from left to right before quickly turning the door handle and cautiously opening the door and cracking it a bit peering inside. It was dark, very dark but she knew he was in there somewhere.

            Opening the door a bit more she slipped inside and closed the door behind her, turning around and squinting her eyes trying to see through the darkness. “Admiral Norrington?” She said softly taking a few more steps into the dark room.

          “Don’t you know how to knock.” An exhausted voice said from somewhere in the darkness, not a tone of real care in it to be found.

          “I did sir. Several times but you . . . you never answered.” Teresa said quickly making her excuse.

            Suddenly James sat up using the bedpost for leverage, startling Teresa as she had been standing right next to him and never knew it. After she regained her senses she looked back at the Admiral wide eyed. She never saw him like that before. It looked like he hadn’t shaved in days, he didn’t wear his wig, his hair was down and a perfect mess about his face, and his eyes looked blood shot. Then he did something that was a complete shock and absolutely improper in every way, he threw his head back and drank directly from a bottle of spirits. A deep hard drink, right from the bottle, right in front of her as if she wasn’t even there!

          “Ad . . .Admiral?” She said a little frightened, not sure if she even knew this man that was before her. It was like a beast, a completely different thing that she had never set eyes on in her life.

          “Why are you here? What gives you the right to trespass without proper permission?” He demanded to know.

            Teresa shivered and her heart sank, as her knees felt weak as if they would give out any second and she would fall, fainting on her way to the floor. Her whole body felt as if it was going to collapse and there was nothing she could do.

          “I’ve been to the prison, feeding the prisoners as Mistress Norrington has had us do since you had gone to sea Admiral.” She said a shiver in her voice. She stepped a little closer. “A man has overheard the guards talking about mistress Norrington . . . why she’s being held at the Fort under Lord Beckett’s order.”

          “Because he has made her his pet.” Norrington spat. “He owns everything and his lustful eye has fallen on my wife. So he took the opportunity of her grief and used it to steal her away.” James grabbed the bedpost further up and used it to sling his body up from the bed, walking over to the window. He pushed roughly on the shutter and they swung open smacking the outside wall as light flooded into the room. He starred down at the fort with disgust.

          “I’ve not even been allowed to speak with her since she was taken from my arms.” He said looking towards the turrets as he took another swig from the bottle. Teresa could see his condition more clearly now and he looked absolutely ghastly. Swallowing the lump in her throat she closed her eyes trying to make her body stop shivering in terror.

          “She’s not been allowed to speak to anyone.” She said quickly trying to get the words out. “She’s kept asleep otherwise she awakens and falls into sorrow and grief again begging to die and to be let free to end her own life again.” James closed his eyes and shook his head not understanding what was wrong with Bonnie, and not any closer to the problem now than before, unable to get close enough to speak with her to find out.

            “Lord Beckett keeps her under care of his doctors and under the watchful eye of Mr. Mercer . . . Admiral Norrington.” James already had a feeling that she was under such care, it wasn’t news to him. “Because it’s said she carries Lord Beckett’s child.” James froze in place.

            James turned and looked at the young maid, “How do you know of this?”

            Teresa swallowed the lump in her throat and turned her eyes away for a moment stepping back as her entire body shivered. The Admiral could tell that she knew more then she was letting on and moved towards her. Before she could take another step away he reached out and seized her arm. “What is it you’re not telling me girl?” He demanded to know.

          “Mistress Norrington, . . . was pressed by Lord Beckett to make midnight visits to his home.” She said quickly her tongue hardly able to form the words. “He threatened to leave you in ruin, and eventually drive you to a criminals death if she did not do as he said.” She looked up at him, “She swore us to secrecy, not to tell you, that you were overly burdened with the tasks he set before you out of his jealousy as it was.”

            James could hardly believe it, he could hardly believe that she had been keeping this from him. “How long? For how long has this been going on?” He said shaking the girl slightly without really intending to do so.

          “Since the officers ball you and she attended at Lord Beckett’s estate.” She said quickly wincing at how hard he was squeezing her arm, biting her lip and trying not to cry. He blinked a few times, it was like a nightmare. A dream he couldn’t wake from, being told something like this out of the blue, that he didn’t even have the slightest suspicion about.

            There were times after they made love, she would rest her head against his chest and cling to him, weeping softly as if she feared his falling asleep. Sometimes she would actually whisper and beg him not to fall asleep and he would gently coo and comfort her stroking her back telling her it was alright as he drifted off to tired to keep her company as she wished. He never quite understood that. It was only sometimes, so it wasn’t a fear of the dark like one would suspect. Now it seemed perhaps her fear of his falling asleep would signal the time she would have to slip away to Beckett. “Oh . . . God.” He said feeling ill to his stomach as many things started to make sense now that he didn’t quite understand before.

            Releasing the girl he turned away and covered his eyes with his hand. He felt as though he was going to be ill as the missing pieces of the puzzle seemed to fall into place. She bathed in the morning, before she would come home. That’s why when he awoke sometimes to find her dressed, her hair would be wet and her skin would smell sweet like flowers. Before she would return to their home after visiting Beckett she would try to scrub the sin from her body before facing him, her husband again.

            Beckett looked James in the eye with a smirk on his face, knowing that he was stealing from him right under his nose without his knowledge. Gleefully taking joy that he had been taking what he wanted from Bonnie, making her believe that she was doing what was best for her husband, her loved one. All the while James went about his business like a fool, unknowingly while she suffered through it.

          “Admiral . . .” Teresa said after a few more moments. “Admiral she loves you.” The young maid attempted to plead on Bonnie’s behalf. “It’s the only reason she did what she did. She despises Lord Beckett, . . . he killed her brother, she was afraid he would kill you too.”

          “leave.” James said his mind still whirling about all the thoughts that flooded it. Teresa’s feet were frozen in place unable to move, still a little shocked by her own boldness and scared to death that she had dared to approach the Admiral with this information. “GET OUT!!” He roared. That was enough to make her jump and she quickly ran out of the room throwing herself out of the doors and quickly closing them behind her.

A Sharp Eye

            Mercer stood beside the bed where Bonnie lay, watching her as she began to stir about a bit. She was exceedingly well cared for and looked after as was ordered by Lord Beckett, and was dressed in a white linen nightgown resting comfortably in a soft bed with clean sheets and blankets, and soft feather pillows.

            She was somewhat out of it when her eyes opened, the drugs they had given her to keep her sedated only allowing her to be partially awake so she could eat and drink as she was directed to do. “She can’t be kept this way forever, Mr. Mercer.” The doctor who was looking after her today said. “She’s a human being with a mind and a soul, not a brood mare.”

          “She stays as she is until Lord Beckett says otherwise.” Mercer said in a stern tone. “Throwing herself from the walls of the fort can’t be any more healthy for her then this.” The doctor hardly looked pleased but he couldn’t exactly disagree with the statement.

            Mercer stayed with Bonnie when the doctor left to attend his other duties, keeping a close watch on her. Each time she made an attempt to get out of the bed, even out of her wits like she was, he pressed his hand to her chest and lay her back down, disabling her attempt as her body fell helpless once more into the mattress. IT wasn’t hard to control her when she was in such a state.

          “How is our guest today?” Beckett’s voice came from the doorway.

          “As restless as ever.” Mercer replied. “But everything is under control, sir.” Beckett entered the room and Mercer stepped back giving him a clear path to the bedside. Cutler sat down next to Bonnie and gazed at her as she rested. She was very restless, just as Mercer had indicated.

          “Do you suppose she’ll ever come around to see things as they should be Mercer.” Beckett said, “Choose me as she should have in the first place.”

          “She’s been foolish thus far, without showing any signs of wising up.” Mercer said truthfully. “She’s attached herself to Admiral Norrington rather solidly. In a way, that that bond between them is not so easily severed.”

            Beckett knew that was true, he saw it in their eyes when James almost succeeded in coaxing her off the ledge. Reaching out, Cutler touched her hair, and then placed his hand against her cheek, stroking softly. Even as lost in her state as she was, she recognized the touch and she frowned turning her face away. “James.” She said in a whimper, calling for her husband. “James.” She said as she started to move about searching for the safety of the only one she really trusted.

            Lord Beckett frowned at her reaction, as Mercer witnessed it as well. Cutler narrowed his eyes, “It’s my child you carry, Bonnie. Your precious “James” was still at sea when he was conceived. Your far enough along in your pregnancy to offer proof without doubt this child is mine.” His eyes narrowed, “And so are you.”

Visitation

            James moved through the chambers of the prison guided by one of the jailers, several of his men following close at his heels. He held quite a bit of power of his own, and sway with all of this men that were under his command long before they were under Beckett’s.

            The man told him where to find Bonnie’s room, and handed him the key. The guards and soldiers continued to stay in tow of the Admiral as they made their way through the hallways. Enough was enough, he had asked enough times, and now he was going to see and speak with Bonnie. He had his rites as the Admiral of the fleet and even more rites as her husband.

            Coming to her room, they unlocked the door and several soldiers went in first with weapons drawn backing Mercer into a corner with riffles aimed at his face and heart ready to fire. Needless to say he was at an extreme disadvantage with no way out of it. The doctor was also backed into another corner away from Bonnie’s bed and the entire room instantly under lock down.

            Admiral Norrington moved over to Bonnie seeing her laying in the bed her eyes closed tossing a bit as if trying in a futile manner to wake. “Bonnie?” He asked leaning over her as he touched her face, and pulled the covers back feeling her neck and then her arm. “Bonnie?” He said trying to wake her, but it was no use. James narrowed his eyes and looked up at the two men who had been in the room with her. “What have you done to her?”

            Mercer clinched his jaw, obviously refusing to answer. The doctor however was less inclined to be stubborn. “She’s sedated. Only half awake so she may eat and drink. If we allow her to regain her senses completely she falls into hysterics.” He admitted. “Lord Beckett ordered that she be kept this way, until he decided otherwise.”

          “Locking her behind bars is one thing, this is an entirely different matter all together.” James said as he turned back towards Bonnie and threw the covers back off of her. Reaching for a blanket he wrapped it around her and picked her up, taking her into his arms.

          “You’re making a mistake.” Mercer warned.

            Admiral Norrington glared back at Mercer. “Not as big as the one Lord Beckett made the day he impregnated my wife, and tried to steal her away from me.” Turning he carried Bonnie out of the room and the soldiers stayed behind keeping the doctor and Mercer under arms until James was well away.

Disappearance

            Beckett sat in his office chair as Norrington stood before him, his hands in shackles and guards on either side. Cutler had a grim and irritated look on his face. “Where is she Admiral.” He said in a dark and cutting tone.

            James just smirked not even looking at Beckett. There was absolutely no way in this world or the next he would ever answer him or give up her location. Beckett could see that it was the case and that he wouldn’t say a word as to her whereabouts. “If I were to sentence you to hang at the gallows, would she come running from the crowd to save you I wonder? Or would she even know of it until long after you were dead and buried.”

          “I suppose you’d have to sentence me to find out.” Norrington said flatly. Beckett looked at him.

          “I see. So she’s not on the island anymore, otherwise you would not have wanted a public announcement of your death. You know she would have thrown herself on my mercy to save you if she knew of your impending doom.”

          “She’s safe. That’s all you need to know.”

            Beckett slammed his hand down against his desk, “She’s MINE. Both she and the child that she carries belong to me.”

          “There are thousands of women in the Caribbean, millions more in the world itself. You needn’t take what is not yours, and claim it as your own. She has found her happiness, and belongs to me. She wants nothing to do with you, and hates you from your guts to your roots.”

          “There are women everywhere, true enough, but only one satisfies me and I will have her. You’ll not stand in my way, James Norrington. Or must I remember that it was you who were engaged in piracy yourself before you arrived here in port royal with the heart of Davey Jones.”

          “You could remember a lot of things, as could I. But I am the only one who knows of her location, and I assure you . . . it will remain so. By all means, kill me. Sentence me to die, Lord Beckett, take away my commission and whatever honor bestowed on me you must. Her location is going to remain unknown to you.”

            Beckett narrowed his eyes at James as his furry began to rise in his chest.

On The Prowl

            Mercer was Beckett’s right hand man, his eyes and ears and never failed his task once Lord Beckett send him on a mission. Now his mission was to find Bonnie and bring her back, unharmed if possible.

            This man had a reputation as it was, as a man not to be trifled with. He was not only a spy and a body guard to Beckett, but a rather swift and effective assassin. He was skilled in his art, and much worse, took extreme pleasure in his work.

            It wasn’t to long before Mercer had a lead to follow that would most likely give him a clue as to which direction to go to find Lady Norrington. The two maids that served in the Norrington household were missing, which was obvious that they had gone with her wherever that was, and her pet “jack” the dog was gone as well.

            Three women and a dog wouldn’t be too hard to track, not for someone like Mercer. In fact they might has well been painted red and sent naked screaming through the streets, it was about the same obviousness.

            After greasing a palm or two, listening to a conversation or so in a tavern here or there and checking with some of his sources, he had discovered there whereabouts and immediately set off on a ship hot on their heels. It wouldn’t be to long before they would be in his custody. He had no need for the other two and the dog, his mission was to bring back Bonnie, and Bonnie only.
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