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A Commodore	By : MarianTheBlackadder Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 3614 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dreadful News

�A commodore.� The young
woman said with her arms crossed over her chest.

�Yes.� Her mother
responded.
�Of his majesties royal
navy.� She said keeping her arms crossed over her chest. The look on her face
just as cross.


�Darling, please. You have no idea what an opportunity this is. At your
age it�s absolutely indecent not to be wed.� The young woman rolled her eyes
and turned around starting to walk away but her mother was quick to follow.
�He was engaged to the daughter of the Governor Port Royal only briefly but
she broke off their engagement and ran off with some . . . butcher or blacksmith
or something of that sort.�


�Perhaps there was a reason, perhaps the Commodore wasn�t a suitable
choice for a husband.� She replied opening the double doors that led to her
room as she walked over to her vanity mirror and sat down.


Her mother stayed at her heels, �You�ve turned away every suitor,
this could be your last chance. Besides . . . he�s not a suitor. He�s asked
me for your hand, and I�m inclined to grant his request.�


The young woman froze in place and starred into the mirror at her mother.
�What?� She turned and looked at her, �An arrangement! You can�t
honestly think I would agree to an arranged marriage to a man I�ve never
met!� She stood up raising her voice. �To a man who has already been
rejected by others!!�


�That�s just it, Darling. It has nothing to do with your agreeing to
anything. This is a contract between myself and Commodore Norrington. If your
father were still alive, it would have been business between them.� Her mother
seemed a little frustrated with her at this point. �I�ve tried to be patient
with you dear, but you are getting on in years and you simply haven�t handled
your affairs very well. It�s time I took over and found you a suitable
husband.�


�Mother you can�t!� She said looking at her, �Honestly . . . your
toying with me. Truly you are.� She said with a nervous smile, sure that this
couldn�t be real. But her smile faded and her eyes went wide when she saw the
serious look on her mothers face. �I�ve not yet turned 22, what do you mean
I�m getting on in years! I still have plenty of time to find a husband for
myself . . . you needn�t find one for me!� She said in a panic.


�Your father would have wanted you wed long before now. A girl your age
should have two children at the least by this time, perhaps more. I believe that
the Commodore will make a fine husband for you. He�s well respected, and his
career has been exemplary. Never has someone gained rank as quickly or more
deservingly as he has.�


�Please, Mother you can�t do this.� Her mother just looked at her
with all seriousness refusing to be swayed from her decision. The young woman
shook her head, �No . . . no I refuse.� She said turning and crossing her
arms. �I refuse this marriage. I refuse to marry him or anyone else I do not
choose for myself!� She said in defiance.


�If you ever wish to receive your inheritance, then you will do as you
are told. Otherwise when I die, you will have nothing.� The young woman turned
and looked at her mother wide eyed. �I only want what is best for you. You
must trust me to decide what is best for you now. You�ve had all this time to
make up your mind, but now your time is up. I�m sorry darling. The choice has
been made for you. It�s all been arranged.�


�I beg you . . . please mother . . . please reconsider.� She said
moving closer and going down on her knees at her mothers feet taking her hand as
she looked up at the woman with tears in her eyes. �Please . . . don�t do
this.�


�It�s to late child. It�s done.� She said putting her other hand
on her head stroking her hair. �You must learn to accept it. It�s time you
finished growing up.�

Arrangements


James Norrington stood in his office going over charts as reports came in
from his captains about the sailing patterns of certain renegades that had been
plundering and attacking merchant vessels at random will. There didn�t seem to
be a particular pattern that they were following, at least not one that they
could see quite yet, but James was determined to find it as they marked each
attack on the charts.


When the last Captain finished making his report, he saluted the
Commodore and left his office as James second in command went over all the
details they had collected during the day with his commander.


�Well, there doesn�t seem to be a hint of planning behind any of
this. It�s as though they simply sail about and pillage a vessel should they
come across it. Makes it difficult to track their movements that we might be
there to stop an attack.� James said tossing down his navigational instrument.


�Do you think that they are working together, Commodore?� His
Lieutenant asked.


�No. From the ships that have been attacked, we�ve found no evidence
of similar styles among the wreckage, attack patterns, and the few survivors
that we have found insist that the pirate colors that were being flown bore
different symbols upon them. It seems we have quite a few different groups
converging in these seas. I�m sure the East India Trading Company is overjoyed
at their losses they have been receiving. I expect another shipment of angry
letters marked with my name from their merchants on the next ship that
arrives.� He sighed. �It�s late, you may retire Lieutenant Wilson.�


The lieutenant thanked him and saluted before leaving the Commodore alone
in his office. James ran his hand over his face and yawned slightly before
pouring himself a glass of wine and sitting down in his chair looking over the
charts again. �Have your fun while you can. All of you will be swinging from
the gallows by the time I�m finished here.� He muttered under his breath as
he started to stack the charts.


A knock came at the door and he called for them to enter. A messenger
came in carrying a letter with him and handed it respectfully to the Commodore.
Then he bowed slightly and James waved to dismiss him.


Taking a sip of his drink he leaned back in his chair and broke open the
seal on the letter opening the parchment. He half smiled reading the words,
finding it to be an invitation to dinner the following evening from the mother
of his new fianc�. Apparently this was an acceptance to his request and quite a
bit of welcomed good news. �With any luck, she�ll be less of a nuisance then
Elizabeth.� He said tapping the envelope against his palm a moment. Then he
folded the letter back and put it away in his vest pocket before going on about
his work.

Round 1


James stood in the parlor with the young lady�s mother for almost an
hour after he arrived, in silence. There was a certain uneasiness after the
first 15 minutes went by and the young woman didn�t appear. Her mother became
nervous and fanned herself feeling a bit warm as her eyes kept moving towards
the upstairs wondering what her daughter was doing, and if she would decide to
come down at all.


Norrington was getting a little restless himself, and finally he smiled
charmingly as he looked at her mother. �Lady Margaret . . .
. you don�t think she may require some assistance do you?� He inquired
politely.


The woman fanned herself a little quicker, �Oh . . . no, I�m sure she
is alright. I�m certain that she simply wants everything perfect since this is
her first time meeting you. You know how fussy young girls can be.� Norrington
smiled at her as they both laughed a bit. Margaret fanned a little faster as her
eyes moved towards the ceiling again.


Finally, the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs caught their
attentions and Margaret stood to her feet closing her fan clutching it to her
chest not sure what she was about to see but hoping it wasn�t something
ghastly. Norrington clasped his hands behind his back as he took a few steps
towards the door.


A young woman stepped from the stairs and walked to the parlor
beautifully dressed with her hair done up in silver combs. Her mother thought
she was going to faint as she gave a sigh of relief putting her hand to her
head. Norrington admired her for a moment. Her eyes were blue, she had fair
skin, and hair the color of corn silk. The dress she wore was very attractive
and complimentary to her figure, and there was nothing displeasing about her at
all. So far.


He walked over and introduced himself, �Lady Heather?� He said asking
for her hand. She hesitated a moment glancing at her mother. Margaret quickly
motioned for her to take it and not be rude. With a somewhat disingenuous smile
she gave it to him, �Commodore James Norrington. At your service.� He said
kissing her hand as charming as could be. Heather started to roll her eyes, but
her mother snapped her fan at her before the Commodore could see her
daughter�s rudeness


Heather smiled at him and he offered her his arm to escort her into the
dining room. As the three walked together, the Commodore made casual
conversation. �We were becoming concerned, thinking perhaps you might have
exited your window and departed for the evening in a different manner then the
front door.� He said with a chuckle, obviously it was meant in jest.


�My mother had the ivy lattice under my window removed last week.�
Heather responded. Norrington glanced at Heather not sure if she was being
serious or trying to be humorous as they turned the corner smiling at each
other. Margaret followed her eyes wide that her daughter had confessed her
actions to thwart any attempts by her daughter to escape her duties to the
contract that had been arranged.
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A Commodore

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Round 1