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[t-annuki]

Quick sketch of him. I'm in my Norrington era

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[esta-elavaris]

Part Thirteen [4,751 words] ~ James Norrington/OC

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Page breaks by cafekitsune.

Also now on AO3 and FF.net.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - *Part Thirteen* [you're here!]

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A/N: At this point, my approach to this fic is “what if POTC was an Austen novel?” and we just need to live with the consequences xoxo

“Is this not a bit much?” Theo asked doubtfully, scrutinising her reflection.

“My dearest darling Theodora, that is the point,” Elizabeth replied simply.

Both of them had already been dressed by the maids, and now they were resorting to a bit of primping as they waited for the appropriate time to head downstairs.

“I’m not opposed to a bit of glam, but this is…you’ve got me looking like Marie Antoinette.”

“Who?”

Whoops. At least making slips like that with Elizabeth wasn’t quite as disastrous as it might’ve been with anybody else.

“An extravagant French queen.”

“The goal was more fierce ancient warrior goddess attends a ball in her free time.”

“You need your head examined.”

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“I expect you’re rather more affectionate towards our dear captain, to have captivated him so.”

“Ugh.”

“Then again, perhaps it’s the muttered fieriness that has captured his heart so.”

“Ugh.”

“I heard that the first time.”

“And you’ll hear it again, at this rate.”

“Too right, save your charm for its most fervent applicant.”

Theo then unleashed a third, hearty ugh at her friend – but Elizabeth anticipated it and uttered a matching one in unison at the exact same time, and both of them dissolved into very immature laughter. It was much too difficult to get too annoyed at her friend. Mostly because she seemed to delight in it.

Their looks were not quite matching, but certainly themed alongside one another, and it had all started when Theo gave Elizabeth her gift.

Having never been one for big heartfelt emotional gestures, she felt like her insides were eating themselves as she sat with Elizabeth in the drawing room after dinner. It wasn’t like she never did anything nice for people, she wasn’t a feral animal, but…well. The Irish had a way of doing these things. Usually by offering forth whatever the warm gesture was, along with a (loving) insult and a refusal to make a big deal about it after the fact. That, she suspected, wasn’t the way of things here. And to be honest, she didn’t even consider that fact a bad thing – she certainly wouldn’t judge Elizabeth for being warm and sincere, but she just had little idea of how to respond to it. Maybe it wasn’t even just an Irish thing, maybe it was a product of being raised by a guy, amongst guys.

Combined with the time period disparity, she was left with hopelessly little idea of how to be a woman in the expected manner in these parts. Usually, Elizabeth found that equal parts amusing and charming, likely because Theo didn’t eschew traditionally “girly” stuff. She wasn’t about to stamp her feet at the sight of anything pink and frilly. But the fact remained, that she didn’t want this to be amusing or awkward, or whatever else it was she managed to be here. The last thing she wanted was to put a dampener on this.

So, resisting the strong urge to simply chuck necklace into Elizabeth’s lap and call it a day, she cleared her throat and straightened, taking a sip of her wine in an attempt to appear casual.

“So…I have a present for you,” she began.

Elizabeth’s dark eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement both, one eyebrow arching a little. That was fair. Not because Theo was the ungenerous sort, but because she didn’t exactly have a whole lot to be generous with around here, other than her time. And she had that in spades, which made it lose its lustre a bit.

“I know how much you like my necklace,” she said, reaching up to tug at it where it sat between her collarbones, “and I was half-tempted to just give you it, because it’s the only thing I really can offer, with the way things are right here. Y’know, other than my dazzling personality.”

Huffing a laugh at her remark, Elizabeth’s brow furrowed as she shook her head.

“Theo, I could never accept such a gift-”

“Which was why I didn’t try,” she nodded, “Bit of a crap gift if it just makes you feel bad. But…well. I worked my wiles, and I got a bit of advice, and then I found just the right craftsman for the job.”

Something glimmered in her eyes, and Theo knew then that she’d caught the hint of who exactly had been involved in the making of the necklace.

Presenting the pouch, she pinched the drawstrings between her thumb and forefinger, and then offered it to Elizabeth. Finally, she did a passable job at not appearing as awkward as she felt while she watched her open it, tipping the contents out into her palm. That awkwardness disappeared the moment Elizabeth grinned, and was forgotten entirely when she dragged her into a hug that was more tight than she would’ve thought the younger woman capable of.

If there’d been any small doubt in her mind that she was only pretending to like the necklace – which had been a real fear, given the many fine jewels that she had in her jewellery boxes upstairs – it would’ve been erased by Elizabeth’s sunny disposition in the following days. In fact, whenever they encountered others, servants or friends both, she began each conversation with ‘have you seen what Theodora has given me?’ while Theo flushed under the sheer weight of her enthusiasm.

Yes, she’d done well. She’d have to thank Norrington. Although she suspected he’d have the same dislike for accepting profuse thanks that she did, but that might double the fun. Still, Elizabeth had decided that the necklace should be the focal point of her get-up for the men’s going-away dinner, so no doubt he’d see that, and the hand he’d had in it, as thanks enough – at least once he saw her enthusiasm for it.

“I have to wear silver to accentuate my lovely new necklace, so it only makes sense that you wear gold.”

“My necklace also silver, so shouldn’t we both be wearing that colour?”

“Heavens, no. There’s a fine line that separates what we’re doing, and being a couple of strange old spinsters who wear identical garb and speak in tongues.”

“I already do the latter, depending on who you ask.”

“All the more reason not to partake in the former,” Elizabeth teased. “In any case, that is why you shall borrow one of my necklaces tonight.”

She might’ve disliked being dressed up like a doll, were Elizabeth’s tastes not so damn good. That was the thing with Elizabeth, she never tried to dress her up like her. Everything she flung at her managed to have Theo’s own feel to it, and the garments that did not were artfully styled so that they would once the look was complete. And how many modern women ever had a chance like this? It was like being on a period drama set, without the ordeal of having to learn lines. Fibs about her origins aside…and more concerns over potential lead poisoning. But Elizabeth wasn’t one for powdered faces, however much she was determined to induce a powdered wig fetish in Theo.

Her hair had been wrestled into a voluminous updo, with swooping curls defying gravity pinned up at the back, and one lone crimson ringlet left to fall at her collarbone, ending a good few inches above where the neckline of the gown began.

The necklines here took a bit of getting used to. The way the gowns shoved whatever a woman had in the chest department entirely up, and making even one like herself who was rather un-blessed in the chest suddenly appear busty. Sure, she hadn’t been averse to showing off her figure back home, but it turned out she’d thought the Georgians distinctly less free with that kind of thing than they actually were. For a time that she’d gone into thinking of as very buttoned up, she’d quickly realised how wrong she was when Elizabeth had giggled at her (albeit kindly) for asking if putting so much chest on display wasn’t a bit scandalous.  

It turned out she’d arrived a bit early, if she expected people to faint over the notion of a woman having breasts.

And anyway, the gown was gorgeous. Gleaming gold damask that caught the light of any and every candle in the room, making it appear almost liquid rather than just mere fabric. The sleeves ended with ruffles at her elbows, and there was a minimal amount of bows and frills and lace, so there was no worry that she’d feel like she’d be better suited atop a wedding cake than sitting having drinks with her new friends, and…uh…”friends”.

The sad fact of this impending departure that it was taking half of her allies with it, and Elizabeth had proven the only woman around here who was inclined to take a shine to her. Unless they could start dragging the maids along with them to afternoon tea.

Elizabeth’s gown was similar to hers, although not quite an exact replica. It had more of a floral motif, in shades of silver and dotted here and there with pearls. She looked like some sort of wintry queen when all was said and done – although the coldness of the look ended the moment she smiled. As breathtaking as she was, it was a wonder the other women didn’t hate her and not just Theodora. But in their minds, any positive attributes Elizabeth held were likely just expected. They were correct.

In truth, Theo didn’t envy her. When she met expectations, she’d receive little recognition for it. When Theo showed any fine qualities, it was a pleasant surprise to those inclined to like her, and infuriating for those who did not. The former was nice enough, the latter was funny.

Which made Amelia’s impression of a bulldog chewing a wasp while Elizabeth delighted over her gift during the gathering downright hysterical.

Theo couldn’t tell if the brunette knew she could hear her or not. She stood some ways away, speaking in a little circle with Norrington, Lieutenant Groves, and a handful of other ladies, while Theo mingled with those who had not chosen to snub her. That number was growing, she noted, but there was still something about their smiles that disconcerted her. A tenseness, and an analytical look hidden in their eyes, like they were turning over and over every word she spoke to find some hidden meaning.

She wished them luck with it – for while she had her secrets, there’d be no guessing them for any folk here. It was amidst one of Mrs Spencer’s speeches, during which she listed every fish known to man and whether she liked it or not, and which was the best cooking method if she did, that she caught wind of Amelia’s snide comments, floating airily across the room.

“I confess, she could personally hand me the Crown Jewels and it still would give me no notion of what she’s attempting to say when she speaks, more often than not. It seems a strange consolation prize for Miss Swann.”

Theo stifled an eyeroll, for fear that Mrs Spencer would think she was levelling it at her.

“I find Miss Byrne’s manner of speaking charming. It’s clever,” Groves said, visibly uncaring that Amelia very much did not want to hear that.

“In its own way, no doubt,” she replied boredly.

“No, in the true sense of the term.”

A break in Mrs Spencer’s list (during which she debated whether she preferred crab or lobster) allowed Theo to chime in. Mostly because she couldn’t help herself.

“I’m very beautiful, too – talk about that next,” Theo called over, leaving no doubt as to the fact that she’d heard every word.

Groves grinned and then laughed, “What was it you said the other day? About an old colleague of your father’s – a lanky fellow? Built like a…”

“Built like the side of a bank note.”

“Yes! That’s the one. I confess, I’ve been laughing at that ever since you said it.”

Beside him, Norrington’s lips thinned, and he gazed down into his wine glass as if in disapproval.

Was Groves being inappropriate, or did he just disagree with his opinion? Considering she couldn’t much imagine the former, that only left the latter. Didn’t it?

“Well, to your discerning ear, Lieutenant,” she offered a smile and raised her glass.

Groves mirrored the gesture, and even Mrs Spencer gave a trickling laugh and sipped from her own, but Amelia scoffed. And Norrington? Norrington took a long drink from his own glass that seemed to have little to do with the toast. All while not looking at her.

At some point as the night wore on, Theo excused herself to seek the night air. It was a cloudy night, which kept the stifling heat of the day trapped down upon them, and with all of the bodies and the revelry inside, it soon grew stifling. The saving grace – out here, at least – was that it had begun to drizzle. It was refreshing, even if it would work a few questionable waves into her carefully primped hair.

That didn’t bother her, though. Everybody here was even drunker than she was, and those who gave a toss about what her hair looked like were those who already searched for reasons to dislike her. They could crack on. Walking quietly over to a stone bench in the middle of the patio, she sank down upon it and breathed deeply. She’d need to sober up a little before going back in. All right, she wasn’t exactly shit-faced – there’d be no risk of her climbing up onto a table and belting out ABBA’s greatest hits – but she didn’t like to be much beyond mildly tipsy around this lot.

Most of this lot.

It wouldn’t do to grow too comfortable, but she was at least pleased to find that the list of those she didn’t feel like she had to be permanently on her complete and total guard around had grown more than she ever could’ve hoped. Elizabeth had been the first to occupy it. Then Governor Swann, even if she was never destined to be the best of friends with him. Then Groves, and now – most surprisingly, and in the biggest U-turn of all – Captain Norrington.

“I see we both had the same idea.”

Norrington’s voice was distinct and instantly recognisable from where it sounded behind her. Maybe she’s summoned him with her thoughts.

“Would I be imposing if I joined you?” he hedged.

“Not at all,” she offered a smile, “but I haven’t got any books on me for us to discuss, so we’ll need to find another way to play nice.”

He offered a low huff of a laugh. “I’m optimistic about our changes.”

To her relief, his earlier questionable mood seemed a thing of the past. As he spoke, she scooted along to the left side of the bench and he took a seat to her right, uncaring for the raindrops that had gathered atop it.

“Mm. We’re the capable sort, I think,” she replied. “Speaking of, I’d ask you if you’re prepared for tomorrow, but I’m worried you’d take it as an insult.”

“Once, from you, perhaps. But no longer.”

Was she mistaken, or was humour creeping into his tone? He continued before she could dwell on it – and this time, he was definitely teasing her.

“I am well prepared, or else I should not be here. Shall you miss me?” he asked drily.

“Mm. If, on a scale from one to ten, one is being delighted to see the back of you and hoping you never return-”

“I rather regret asking now.”

“Let me finish - and if ten is I won’t eat or sleep ‘til he’s back, I’d give you…a solid…seven.”

“Seven?” he seemed surprised.

“And a half. Maybe even an eight, in your warm and fuzzy moments.”

“I’m not sure I have any warm and fuzzy moments.”

“I don’t believe that. You’re not half as scary as you’d have people think.”

“Scary?” he echoed with a snort. “Did you find me so fearsome when we first met?”

“On a scale of one to ten?”

“No. Truly.”

When she realised how sincere his question was, she gave it the thought it deserved before answering.

“Okay, scary was the wrong word. Not just because I don’t frighten that easily.”

He chuckled quietly, “I can believe that.”

“But…intimidating, maybe that’s the word. That’s your job, though, isn’t it?”

“And we did not have the most harmonious of introductions.”

“Memorable, though.”

That earned her another laugh.

“Certainly memorable, yes,” he hesitated then for a moment and then finally asked. “I must ask – do I intimidate you now, still?”

“No,” she admitted. “If I’m being honest, and I’m only being honest because of the Governor’s very good, very strong, wine…I’ve never been so happy to be so wrong about a first impression.”

Before they could linger too long on something that was just a touch too close to sincerity – and before she could overthink the way his entire face seemed to soften in response to her words – she pressed on.

“What about you? Do you still think I’m the mad malevolent influence I appeared to be in the beginning?”

“Mad, perhaps,” he teased drily. “But not malevolent.”

“However…?” she sensed the continuation in his tone.

“However,” he conceded, “I do think there is much you are not telling me.”

“Well. Have to save something for my biography.”

He didn’t appear to find that as amusing as she’d hoped.

“Look…anything I’m not telling you…it can’t harm anybody here. Truly. If it would, I’d leave.”

“I believe that. Once I may not have, but I do now.”

“Good.”

“Could it harm you?”

Theo didn’t respond.

“Miss Byrne- Theodora. You can tell me.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It matters a great deal!”

“I don’t understand how we got here,” she fretted with a tired laugh, “we were just joking on.”

“We were just about to discuss something frankly, for perhaps the first time.”

“For the first time? What are you talking about, we speak all the time. Are you…are you saying you think I’m usually lying?”

“No, I do not, but we have never gotten anywhere before now.”

The words hit some alarming note deep within her.

“Gotten anywhere? What do you mean gotten anywhere? I don’t…”

Theo trailed off. Because she’d been about to say that she didn’t understand, but as her mind worked through the fog of the alcohol, the heat, and the panic, she suddenly found herself understanding all too well.

Whether her dawning realisation showed on her face, or Norrington could simply guess the natural route her thoughts were taking, she didn’t know – but he quickly tried to intercede.

“Theodora, I did not mean-”

“Have you…” the prospect seemed too ridiculous to be true – to voice – and it had her feeling sick to her stomach, but it was all that made sense, and the panic in his widening eyes only seemed to confirm it.

Because James Norrington did not panic.

“Have you only been speaking to me to try to get somewhere?” she asked. “The books, the lunches, the long conversations…has it…has it all been to get me to lower my guard? Have you just been biding your time, the whole time, hoping I might slip up? And…and what? Admit that I’m secretly a pirate? That I’m here to rob everybody and run?”

“Of course not,” he insisted intently, eyes boring into hers as though force of eye contact alone could force her to believe him. “I said I believe you mean no harm, and I spoke truly. I have come to believe that.”

Theo did not respond. Because there was more he wasn’t saying.

“I…I merely hoped that if you came to trust me, that you might…be willing to reveal whatever it is you have not.”

She felt sick. Physically sick. Or like she’d been punched in the chest. Both at once, really. This whole time. This whole time. Every conversation, every book, every lunch, every joke, every smile…it had never been because he’d just wanted to spend time with her, or even wanted to make things right. He’d been playing the long game.

And sure, she hadn’t thought the sudden U-turn had been a miraculous change in his opinion of her. She thought it had started off as a desire to keep Elizabeth happy by being amicable with her friend, but…but that it had morphed into…

God, she was an idiot. Exactly what she thought it had morphed into, or was morphing into, hadn’t been clear to her until now, upon being shown how wrong she was. Christ, she’d watched three very long movies of the guy mooning over Elizabeth, and she’d really thought that a couple of jokes and a fucking sandwich from her would change that? Even a little bit?

How many of their conversations had he endured rather that enjoyed? Listening to her prattle on the same way she listened to Mrs Spencer, waiting either for her to slip up, or shut up, only presence out of duty? Out of protectiveness towards the Swanns?

How stupid could she get?

Several half-baked words of parting flitted through her mind. Some of them were even vaguely clever. But she had neither the heart nor voice to actually say any of them. So instead, she rose to her feet – though she could hardly feel them beneath her.

“Theodora,” he faltered and tried to reach for her hand, but she yanked it back and took her leave.

Amelia was at the piano when she moved inside. That was good. Not just because she was a fantastic player – which she was – but because Theo knew by now that the night would soon draw to a close. A few more would play, the drinks would be finished, and the guests would trickle out.

While there was nothing she wanted to do more than race upstairs, get into her nightgown and hide from the world beneath the covers, she refused to do that. Not just out of pride, but because she felt numb, bereft, and mortified, all in one. And that was paralysing.

The song drew to a close as she walked in and moved to stand at the side of the room, but Amelia’s dark eyes found her the moment she was finished playing.

“Miss Byrne! You next!”

Norrington returned to the room as she spoke, but Theo didn’t look at him.

“I can’t play,” she said.

“Oh, but you must be able to play something. Anything! We aren’t snobs here,” no, just vipers, “we’ll admire a good effort if nothing else.”

“I agree,” Norrington intoned.

If Amelia looked delighted at that, Theo felt the exact opposite – and she saw her own horror reflected in Elizabeth’s reaction, from where she sat by her father.

“I will take a tu-” the blonde’s attempt to rescue her was interceded by her father.

The Governor, deep in his cups by the flush on his face, chuckled and interrupted Elizabeth.

“Come now, Elizabeth, you’ve already played twice. Give Miss Byrne her chance to shine – I’m sure you know something worthwhile, my girl, and none of us here are renowned composers. It is for novelty only, I assure you! You are among friends.”

He wouldn’t have insisted, had Norrington not encouraged Amelia’s spite.

And she couldn’t refuse, could she? Not now that the man who was housing her had bid it. He’d meant no harm, he had no way of knowing about the wound he was in the process of packing salt into, but Theo felt her nausea increase tenfold.

The drizzle outside had set into her hair and set it askew, and what remained of the damp on her skin and dress both quickly warmed in the head of the room until she felt like she was stepping into a sauna. It was suffocating, and only added to her discomfort.

Walking numbly to the piano felt like being trapped in a nightmare – the sort where you turned up to an exam you hadn’t studied for. Naked. She knew some things. Mostly from pissing about on friends’ keyboards, or from music classes in high school – a decade ago. Nothing compared to what people here knew. And nothing well. Chopsticks, the first two seconds of Für Elise, and the song from the sodding Titanic movie.

The final option was the one she knew the most, but that only spoke for how little she knew the others.

Sitting down at the piano, she didn’t meet Elizabeth’s gaze – because she knew the sympathy she’d see there would crack whatever composure she’d plastered on as she left the gardens. It took a bit of plodding to find the first note she was looking for (the ones in her old music classroom had the keys labelled with stickers and/or sharpie, but there was no such help here), and even that drew a muffled snicker from somewhere behind her.

The rest was no better. Halting and awkward, as she hit wrong notes and either had to muddle through it, or pause and find the right key. At first, she thought nothing could be worse than the silence behind her – because she’d never heard such a large crowd be so, so silent. But then another snicker followed. As well as a few coughs, whether from second-hand embarrassment or as an attempt to disguise yet more laughter.

And she didn’t take herself seriously. Anybody who met her knew that. Back home, this wouldn’t be embarrassing at all. Among friends. How many times had she sat in a friend’s bedroom, a joint between her lips as she muddled through Paint It Black, laughing at her own mistakes and leaning into it before handing the instrument to someone who actually knew what they were doing? But she was not among friends here. The conversation she’d just had proved that to her.

It was all she could think of, and it had her wanting to crawl out of her skin.

She ended after the first verse, utterly unable to bear trying to go on (ironic, considering the song choice), and the Governor began to clap. To give him credit, he wasn’t even being an ass.

“A valiant effort, Miss Byrne! A valiant effort!”

A few murmurs joined in, Groves insisting he should go next – no doubt a kind-hearted attempt to make whatever she’d just tried to play look good in comparison. Theo brushed by him, and then took her leave of the room entirely. That meant going by Norrington, but the night couldn’t get any worse anyway. And if she didn’t leave soon, she’d cry in front of everybody. She refused to do that.

She made it as far as the stairs before he caught up to her.

“Theo- Miss Byrne, I did not mean to-”

Whirling, she found he did indeed look horrified. Apparently his victory had not tasted as sweet as he’d thought. Something about that only made it worse.

“Do you realise, Captain, that every time you’re kind to me, it only lasts so long as it takes my guard to drop, and then you’re cruel again? Then you embarrass me, again?” her voice came perilously close to breaking and she took a moment, inhaled deeply and fixed her eyes at some point above his head rather than at him. “So, at what point do I become the idiot for falling for it?”

“I did not-”

“Just leave me alone. That’s all I ask. Leave me be. You’ll be rid of me soon enough.”

She turned and began to ascend the stairs before he could reply, but he – thankfully – made no move to call after her.

James watched Theodora ascend the stairs in the Governor’s mansion feeling positively nauseous with regret. Not only at what had transpired in the gardens, but at how gloriously his half-baked in-the-moment plan had backfired thereafter.

She was out of sight by the time he was aware of Groves’ approach, his lieutenant moving silently to stand by him.

“May I ask you a question from one man to another, and not as a Lieutenant to his superior?” he asked quietly.

“Fine,” James replied flatly.

“…What was your thought process behind that? Back there in the sitting room?”

The question cut more deeply than any admonishment might’ve.  

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𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐍. ─── ☾ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓

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Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing: James Norrington x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, death mentions and unrequited love

English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D

The dull sound of metal striking the strong, rickety wood of the Dutchman made Norrington, still gawking at Elizabeth's falling form into the sea as the whisper of the shot slowly dissipated in the air, turned the other way to find himself with the strong back that belonged to you, being able to easily see how most of your muscles were flexing to maintain your defensive posture and thus keep him safe from the sudden attack it couldn't have been stopped by one of David Jones's sailors. The ex-commodore was stunned because, although he did not remember having seen you in Elizabeth's crew, he swore to have distinguished the strong flash of your eyes among the shadows of the ship that now belonged to his former love.

You, thanks to your espionage and concealment skills, had been able to sneak onto Sao Feng's pirate ship, watching and listening from the shadows for anything that was of special interest to you, barely being able to make out anything he was saying to Elizabeth, but discovering how he made her captain of the ship that had been under his command for decades and made her the owner of one of the eight coins necessary for the Brotherhood. As part of that select group, you couldn't help but be confused for a brief moment, but you saw in Swann a pirate like any of you could be.

Returning to the subject of how you had been able to reach the Flying Dutchman, all you had to say was that you appreciated the speed with which you moved and the innate balance that had allowed you to cross the long ropes that linked both ships without making a small threat of fall

"What are you doing here?" James asked with some fear. In his voice, you could feel that state of nervousness that the situation in which you were involved had caused him.

"Save your life," you answered, snorting and taking all the air you could to regain the strength that you were gradually exerting to win the fight in which you had gotten involved with the sailor.

You felt the sweat trickling down your forehead, encrusting your brows to prevent the drops from falling into your eyes, while your calloused hands gripped the handle of your short sword, which, being more than a decade old, had been the only weapon you had. It had truly given you the confidence to take on some of the most feared pirates in the Caribbean and the stormiest seas in the world. The adrenaline had been the icing on your little cake because, although you had started to run like a rag through the thick ropes between the two ships, you had not realized how serious the situation was until you had seen the father of Will Turner, already eaten away by the curse of the octopus man, trying to attack the man who, from an early age, had made your heart beat a thousand per hour; James could be many things, he had even disappointed you greatly when he had given the heart of David Jones to the disgusting aristocrat who had martyred pirate minds so much, but the one who backed down and thought better about his actions to try to amend his mistakes, was what truly he impressed you and made you act on his behalf.

The fact that you had come between him and death had been a mere matter of luck and the work of your badly wounded heart.

The simple fact of remembering the brief kiss that he and Elizabeth had shared made you draw more strength from yourself to be able to separate the sailor from you, being able to free your sword from the prison that had been the enormous wooden stake, causing the pirate took a couple of steps back and there was a small space between you. A sigh left your lips, but you quickly felt the lack of air present when you saw yourself surrounded by several pirates belonging to Jones's crew.

"Back to back, James," you ordered seriously and in a lower tone than usual, feeling a soft weight on your back after a few seconds. "I can't believe I am going to die like this."

"I still don't understand how you got here," the admiral muttered as he exchanged glances with the monsters who were the Dutchman's crew. "At what point did you think it was a good idea to follow Elizabeth or cross that stretch of sea to come here? You have condemned yourself to certain death."

But, what James was not aware of, was that Jones always left a survivor.

"It seemed like a good idea to me the moment I found out she'd been captured," you explained. "She might have been already dead but, knowing that you were in a certain way in charge of the Dutchman, I knew that you would protect her and avoid such a cruel fate."

Norrington couldn't help but frown at your words for, while they were sweet because of the obvious feeling he harboured for Miss Swann, they had come out of your mouth as if you had tasted the most disgusting morsel in the whole world and, it was not to be least, because the love triangle that had formed between the three had been so notorious that even Jack Sparrow had joked with you about it and Elizabeth had not tried anything more than to guide James towards you to see if he could see your sweet and friendly interior. You had tried, and you had not won the battle to win James's heart and, like a good loser, you had accepted defeat at the hands of the blonde.

"And was it worth it?" Norrington questioned. "She made it out alive and now we're stuck against a rock and a hard place."

"It was completely worth it, Commodore," you stated with a certain mockery, smiling slyly and leaning slightly forward to prepare yourself for the attack. "You're still alive, so it's been worth something to get here."

James wanted to correct the title with which you had mentioned him, but it was the sudden presence of the captain of the pirate ship that made both of you completely stunned. There wasn't much surprise on the admiral's part, but you couldn't help but smile at Jones as soon as you saw him appear due to the nerves you felt, well, with the surprise and how intimidated you were to finally meet that legendary pirate, you face was distorted until making a grimace of happiness that was too strange for those present; for a moment they had thought that he could have given you some type of cerebral infarction and for that reason, you had shown yourself that way.

"You're smiling?" Norrington questioned in surprise. "Have you lost your mind?"

"Don't blame me," you answered, still smiling, "it's because of my nerves."

"Your reaction is fascinating to me," the captain commented, moving closer to you until his huge body covered in marine elements was inches from yours. "Can someone explain to me why neither of them is dead?"

"Her," Bill stated, raising his barnacle-strewn hand to point at you, causing you to suddenly shrug to take the blame that he hadn't done his job properly. "She has crossed through the ropes and prevented me from following your orders, our Captain."

David Jones's face resolutely showed a look of confusion, perhaps fused with irritation, and he didn't hesitate long before meeting your gaze with his, trying to search deep within you for the reason why you would commit such a heroic act when one pirate would have let another die; if you had been like him, perhaps you would have helped Elizabeth to have someone on your side, but he did not understand why you had prevented the death of Norrington, one of the main enemies of the pirates.

The half-animal man bent down to be at your height and to be able to make eye contact with your flashing eyes that, illuminated by nerves and anger, did not match the bright smile you showed him, in which your teeth were the main character. Perhaps, he did not fully understand why you acted, but it was not until you unconsciously moved your right hand towards the admiral so that he would remain still in his position that he understood the desires that had led you to act that way.

"Love, huh?" Jones spoke, confusing his entire crew and causing your smile to begin to diminish until your lips were completely united forming a straight line and thus a serious grimace was shown on your face.

James, at that moment, felt upset because, despite having heard the captain's words, he did not understand their meaning. He didn't know what he meant by what he said and it wasn't until he noticed how his body slowly relaxed little by little that the pieces of the huge puzzle that had been forming in his mind didn't fit together.

The two of you had known each other since before he travelled to Port Royal with Governor Swann and his young daughter, you had found him interesting and had too much fun bothering him, so you quickly saw yourself as number one on his list of pirates to capture. Your slippery skills had gotten you off the gallows more times than he cared to remember, and you had always taken something of his with you that, while not of much use, caused him a great deal of irritation. Of course, once he became a commodore and was involved in the adventures of Jack Sparrow, he had much more contact with you when he was forced to work with pirates to rescue his beloved Elizabeth, which greatly increased your teasing and affection for him. to this day.

In a second he managed to understand that your taunts, your little plundering in England and Port Royal, together with your inconsiderate taunts towards him and the British army, were nothing more than a way to get his attention and be with him. That had been one of your ways of making him understand that you loved him. Your kindness when he was part of the crew of the Black Pearl, how you had gone to the trouble to feed him properly and detox from the rum, as well as taking care of his hygiene when no one else had seemed interested in it even if it stank the whole ship, made him see that all that was what you could offer him if at some point you declared yourself. It had been a pity not to have made sure of it beforehand because, as much as it hurt him to tell you now, it was too late for it and not precisely because death was an inch away from both of them.

But because his heart already belonged to another woman.

"Are you so surprised to meet a pirate in love?" you asked defensively, frowning and gripping the sword handle tightly. "I seem to remember that you had the same feeling for a woman that caused you to tear out your heart."

"I'm not going to deny the obvious, my dear," he said mockingly, straightening up so he could look at the admiral. "But he didn't expect it to be a sentiment that could be evoked towards a Royal Navy Admiral, much less if he works for the East India Company."

"It's not a matter of choosing the person," you murmured, sighing. "I wish we could choose who to fall in love with to avoid suffering, don't you think, captain?"

The tone with which you had addressed him, spitting out his title as if it were disgusting, ended up irritating him.

"Are your feelings unrequited?" He questioned, shifting his gaze to the man who was behind you and who seemed so shocked that he seemed to have suffered some kind of shock that had prevented even the movement of his eyes, causing the simple look they directed was enough for Jones. "He doesn't love you, and that's why you've come to my ship, to take his place in my crew."

"I perfectly remember that your crew member's decision was not that," you mentioned. You always leave a survivor, don't you? Asked. "Let him go and I'll take his place."

Suddenly, a strong hand on your shoulder made you take a couple of steps back until you were next to Norrington, who with his eyes seemed to ask for one last moment before the final decision was made. Your eyes met and, although it was obvious that you did not need words to communicate, it was obvious the discussion wanted to start with your sudden courage.

"Are you crazy?" He asked seriously, gently squeezing your shoulder. "You can not do that."

"Why not James?" You questioned back, surprising him by the sudden use of his name for the first time. "I have nothing to hold on to in this life and you still have so much to live for."

"What life am I going to have now?" he questioned. "I will never be forgiven for all the crimes I have committed, and while a pardon will not absolve me of them, at least you could continue your life calmly as if nothing had happened."

"If you die, don't hesitate to think that he would fight against everyone present to avenge you," you indicated, sighing one last time before surreptitiously placing your real eight in the pocket of his vest. "I love you and seeing you die would be my downfall, respect at least my last wish."

"James!"

Elizabeth's deafening scream made the name turn around, panicking at the thought that something bad was happening to him, and it was then that you decided to push him overboard so that he would have a chance to escape so that he could speak for you in that great meeting in which the pirate lords would be the protagonists and thus ensure that the pirates could live in peace and harmony after joining forces and defeating Lord Beckett.

James, who fell from a considerable height, plunged into the water once he had been pushed into it, emerging from the turbulent waters to find himself in the worst scene he could imagine in his entire life. Before he would have tried by all means to kill you, put a rope around your neck and end the suffering that pirates like you caused in the population, but now he felt a huge wave of nausea when he watched your body being mercilessly impaled with your sword; the only thing that the admiral could hear in the background was the scream of Elizabeth who, terrified by the scene that was happening before her, had not been able to do anything but scream your name with sadness and anger.

Norrington watched as the huge figure of Jones seemed to approach the edge of his great ship and, unceremoniously lifting your body to the outside of the ship, drew your sword, causing you to fall into the sea like a rag doll, just as he had done it a couple of seconds ago. Fortunately, or unfortunately, you had fallen relatively close to him, so he quickly submerged himself in the water in search of your body to be able to rescue it and to be able to heal the wounds that the bloodthirsty pirate had caused you, who was surely laughing at his cowardly feat.

You found yourself semi-conscious and, although you tried to move your arms and legs in search of propelling your body towards the surface to look for air, you found that they did not respond because of the great loss of blood that you were suffering at times. You did not make sure of the huge wound that was in your belly, somehow the seawater managed to mitigate the pain you felt, and it wasn't until you spotted a dark figure trying to approach you that you finally remembered the reason you were sinking into the sea.

Your beloved James Norrington would live, perhaps not a dream life, but one full of love and adventure that would not have any element sad enough to destroy his good person of him.

A slight spasm ran through your body and you stopped thinking about the moment you felt a strong burning in your belly, although that stinging was unbearable, you knew that it would never compare to the pain of your broken heart.

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[misshiraethsworld]

CURSE OF THE RUBY ━ james norrington ⎈

you are cursed lass

THE RAREST TREASURE TALE read here: wattpad

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[raidenbuddha]

James norrington x reader

sex with the commodore

It has been around two weeks after mine and Mr James norrington wedding, making me a Norrington! . The wedding ceremony was small with a blue theme to match my dress and his custom tailored commodore suit.

The guest list included some town folk as painters and caterers, his mother, and of course my best friends William and Elizabeth turner for I had been pirating with them for years now. Luckily but unsurprisingly my older brother Captain jack sparrow and my father Blackbeard walked me down the aisle, and after our vows jack left on his ship with the crew I’d known for so long because they were being chased by the French. “Goodbye love, and treat my sister well commodore, or else I will hunt you down like you've done me. This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow.”

and with that he swung off on a rope much like my father who after congratulating me and giving a “talk” to James, vanished into thin air.. it’s really his thing. Everything was going great but I felt some tension between us. Sexual tension.

After the commodore comes home-James you’re home! How was your day?” “Better now that I’ve Seen you Mrs y/n norrington. I’ll never get over that. How did I bag someone like you? and to think a pirate!” “The feeling is mutual james. I truly love you Mr commodore, and ‘to think you chased me as much as I chased you.

A high class man head over heels .” He chuckled and replied “Love you to y/n,” and engulfed me in a kiss. I decided to make my move later in the night and ask if he wanted tea and bread with butter with me. He obviously obliged my homemade bread. I had rum secretly and he noticed as when I set down my tea cup he inspected it.

“What is this dear?” “Nothing… fine. Well old habits die hard ok? He granted me a smile and said “that’s quite all right. I know just the feeling.” In the bed- “James honey?” “Yes y/n?” “I’ve been noticing some tension between us… I hope to fix it..” “ I know exactly what you’re talking about.” I suddenly blurted out “I’m a virgin!” James got extremely close to my ear, so close I could feel his breath which sent a tingle in my body and said “Looks like I get to be the first dear.. To make you mine and only mine.”

He got on top of me and cupped my cheek softly with his hand and looked seemed to look at me with lust in his eyes. As he engulfed us in a fiery passionate kiss I couldn’t help melted under his touch. “God y/n you taste like rum and flowers. What an odd yet compelling mix.”

James whispered. I placed my hands on the back of his neck just as he began to trail soft and wet kisses on my jaw all the way up to my ear. Then he made his way down to my neck and nibbled along it sucking and biting definition leaving hickeys. “Y/n, this needs to go..” he motioned to my night gown and as he tried to unbutton it he looked semi frustrated and I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well I guess I have too do this now..”

“what is it James?” James rips off the gown and throws it across the room and he takes off his undershirt and bottoms. “That was hot.” I mutter. “Good.” I couldn’t help but blush as he said that with conviction. He was the perfect mix of sweet and rough in bed. THIRD POV- The commodore trailed wet kisses back down your neck and onto your collar bone leaving love bites when he suddenly takes your nipple into his mouth. “Ah” you moan. As he toyed with your sensitive buds whilst getting more moans out of you, you feel yourself growing wetter and wetter. Clenching your legs due to the pleasure James opens them and says “I love it when you moan for me and when you wet.”

He leans to your ear and says “so wet.”when he made his way back to your cunt and begun to lick it all around.

“Ahh. “ “hmm.” You moaned. “Mmm” he growled into your cunt. The vibrations only increased your pleasure which then increased more as he stuck a finger inside you. “James!” You gasp. “Do you like that y/n?” “Y-y-yes.” you reply. As he sticks another finger in he starts thrusting them and scissoring inside you while licking your clit.

You moaned as he played with your cunt as he licked and thrusted and talked dirty to you. That was when you started feeling something in your stomach. The feeling only grew and grew until you yelled… “J-JAMES!!” and clamped around his fingers and head with your legs. James pulled out his fingers while making eye contact and licked all your cum up.

“Taste like my wife. That’s enough prep.. are you ready?” “Y-yes James.” After you came down from your high, James put you into the missionary position and lifted your legs over his shoulders. He grabs your hands and intertwines them with his while whispering “I love you.” “I love you too ja..”

You were interrupted by the commodore suddenly penetrating you. Every inch hurt slightly but when he filled you all the way up with his length, you felt so good. “God you’re so tight y/n. Time to loosen you up a bit.” As he thrusted his cock inside and out of you slowly he began to grunt and dirty talk some more.

He was going slowly to try to limit your pain but then you spoke up in the midst of moans and grunts. “James … go faster.. make me yours.” “My pleasure dear.” He pulled out almost all the way and then… SLAMMED his cock inside you and went faster and faster. He flipped you over and propped up your ass and placed your head in the pillows. “Ahhh” he groaned. “I’m gonna finish y/n” “where do you want it.”

“Give it to me james.” As he hit your g-spot one last time you both yell, “JAMES!” “Y/N!!” You clamped around his cock and milked him for every last drop of cum. “That was great mr commodore.” “I could say the same. I love you y/n. Oh. And just a thought… we should try more things next time.” “Yes sir.” “Let’s go get cleaned up in the bath and get to bed y/n.”

You fell asleep In each others arms the last words leaving your mouth of the night being “I love you.”

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[dancerinthestorm]

Fic Recs: Awesome OFCs edition

For some reason OCs tend to draw a lot of fire in certain fandom circles but I love them unapologetically. For me they are a brilliant way to add something new, something unexpected to a well known and well loved story. So, here‘s my utterly incomplete list of „fics that should be read for their awesome OFCs alone“.

Make way Lizzie Bennett, Sophie Hatter and Tiffany Aching, there are a some new girls in town! 😁

Theodora Byrne in @esta-elavaris epic "Catch the Wind" (AO3).

Oh dear, where to start. I am forever in love with Theo. I'd kill for her, I'd die for her. Her sass, her indomitable spirit, her way of throwing poor James Norrington off kilter. The whole story is just shy of 418k words and a beautiful, terrifying beast to behold. I unwisely started it on a Friday night shortly before going to bed and simply could not stop until my darling, long-suffering husband put his foot down on Sunday and made me eat, drink, shower, sleep and (most cruelly) sent me off on Monday morning to resume adulting.

I'm not sure if I should own up to it in public but to tell you the truth: I have not been able to pick it up since that day. Not because I do not want to (oh how I want to!) but because I am afraid. Afraid that the story will end and I am not ready for it. Afraid for what might happen to Theo and James. When I left them in chapter 63/101 they were happy, comfortable and (relatively) save but with the whole ordeal of "At World's End" still ahead of them.

Should you still put down everything else to read it? Yes! Absolutely! Go! Now! Shoo! And don't be a wuss like me, the story deserves so much more!

Pirates of the Carribeans. James Norrington x OFC. Rated E.

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Nika in "This Destiny is Mine" (AO3) by @messy-insomniac-bookgirl

I knew I was done for when one of my favourite authors decided to let one of her gorgeous female leads tackle one of literature’s most heinous crimes: The fate of Boromir. No way I would not root for her, rage with her, fear for her, laugh with her. A beautifully nuanced and overall kick-ass female lead that I cannot get enough of.

The story itself is not too long yet and is intriguingly hard to place. The author calls it a fix-it. And it is... but also not... not really... It gives us an OFC but she's no 10th walker. It has already made me feel everything it is humanly possible to feel, sometimes within the span of one short chapter alone.

Amazing storytelling and I cannot wait to find out where this journey will take Nika.

Lord of the Rings. Boromir x OFC. Rated E.

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Jenya in Bramandian0336's "Black Honey" (AO3)

Having to deal with the emotional hot house that is Kylo Ren/Ben Solo is nothing for the faint-hearted and calls for especially intrepid female leads. So, this list would be utterly incomplete without her.

Meet, Jeyna: historian, archeologist and - suddenly and unnervingly - subject of Kylo Ren's scrutiny. I absolutely devoured her stroy with all it's amazing world building, obscure Star Wars lore and action.

Star Wars. Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x OFC. Rated E.

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Asta in "Where I am needed most" (AO3) by @scyllas-revenge

Unable or unwilling to commit to any of the literary behemoths above? Then I have just the thing for you! A beautiful one-shot set in the chaos of the Battle of Helm's Deep. Wonderfully dense story telling garnished with spot on characterizations. Headstrong, brave, resourceful, sharp-tongued Asta is a sight to behold and I could not get enough of her clashing with Eomer.

Eomer/OFC. Idiots in love, shouting matches and kisses. Rated T.

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As mentioned: this list is totally incomplete. Please feel free to yell your own favourites at me in the comment section, regardless of fandom! 😁

And as always: a huge shout out to all the authors for your time, your talent and your dedication! You guys are absolute rock stars!

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[luciadiosa]

"I did it out of honor"

Pirates of the carribean - Request

for the lovely @umgatochamadopercyval

With i share my birthday today at the 27. december. Capicorns!

Happy birthday to you! I hope you have a nice birthday today with your loved once. Be healthy and may your wishes come true.

Enjoy the little short story with James Norrington.

"Y/N!" she shouted. Your beloved sister. A graceful but strong woman and the real daughter of Gavenor Swann. Elizabeth.

You always fight since you were little. The family adopted you after you los your family. Elizabeth nearly begged her father. Now you watched her with Will and interrupted a moment of peace. A kiss between those too.

"Don't worry" a voice whispered. "I take care of you. Noone will harm you and she loves you either way." You turned around. Sparrow.

"What?"

"You fear you lost her. You don't want to be alone. Aftee you lost your home, your father."

Jack took some steps. "As long Beckett has any use for him."

"Our father lives!" you insisted.

The pirate's words echo in your head. If there were a handful of decent pirates, and if Jack is one of them, then it doesn't matter. Because aboard these pirates, you're just a prisoner and you didn't think you will see Jack Sparrow again.

-

"Darling, without me you would still be on board. I saved you. No Navy, no Will Turner, nor your sister or that bloody Norrington. So you owe me, aye?."

You look at Jack. He was right. It was he who saved her. He pushed open the door, stood over you and freed you. So you own him at least respect and gratitude. You don't admit it but he grew into your heart. He isn't that bad. A filthy pirate yes but no villian.

And yet you are now standing between the men who conquered your heart. One quickly and with ease. You have always admired the other. But James had eyes for your sister. So she was the older one and the one who represented her family. You're just adopted.

You turn to Jack. Freedom with him was exciting and enticing. He showed you more respect in some situations than a Nobelman would. you smile at him Jack leans back slightly and opens his arms. He grinned and pulled up a corner of his mouth. With him you have someone who accepts you as you are.

"A choice has been made! A choice against true love." You turn around sharply when you hear James moan. Davy grabbed him. The captain of the dutchman is happy. He was right when he said you are a monster of the sea a daughter of Calipso and don't deserve to be loved.

The admiral's eyes meet yours. Full of sadness and disappointment that destroyed the rest of longing. "Let him go." you demand "I told you the loser knows the sea." With a shove, James falls over the rail. "No!" you cheer and Davy laughs. "We have to go. THIS is our chance! He won't survive!" Jack whispers, grabbing your sleeve.

You desperately try to break away from Jack's grip. "Y/N!" your name out of his mouth lets you see him. "Remember I rescued you. Remember all the nights of fun and rum. Of our connection." But then he understood and loosens his fingers from you.

A second full of deep understanding before you heave yourself over the railing with quick steps and jump towards the ice-cold water. The sea embraces you like a piece of motherland that calls back a prodigal daughter.

Once the transformation is complete, you could swim faster against the current and grab James by the wrist. He has already closed his eyes when he feels your hands and the pull up. Stunned by the cold and the weight of soaked clothing, he could barely move.

"I'm so sorry. Please hold on!" you call out to him as soon as he was up. Time stopped for a moment. Stopped the sea and you float. With the last of his strength, James lifts his hand and puts it on your cheek. He looks into your [your eye colour] eyes. His blue lips form your name and a smile. At least he sees you in his last hour. Before he loses consciousness, you give him a kiss on his cold lips. Trembling with anger, you clutch his clothes even more. It must not end.

Breaking waves. The constant murmur was only drowned out by the birds migrating across the blue sky.

The sun blinds you as a cough brings you back to reality.

You pull yourself up and see him. The admiral of your heart. James Norington. His actual hair already air dried. When he calmed down, your eyes meet.

His then wandered over your naked body and he realized what was happening.

Even before he asked, he took off his uniform coat and covered you with it. It was wet but served to hide you from view.

"Did I deceive you?" he begins. "Have you...are you...a mermaid?"

Silence. This silence confirms it to him. He looks at the sea and touches his forehead.

"You could have ripped me to pieces if the tales are to be believed. But you didn't." he mentions.

"James.." You lean in and adjust his head with your hand on his chin so he's looking at you. Your hand slips to his cheek.

"I don't kill anyone I have feelings for."

"Feelings?" - "Deep as the sea"

An encouraging smile from you preceded the kiss. But instead of you, James puts both hands on your cheeks and pulls your head into a kiss. In which his lips meet yours.

You kiss back passionately until you wrap your arms around his wet body and let yourself fall back onto the sand with him.

After minutes of intimacy, you now lie there, turned to each other, arm in arm. You can feel his breath through your nose on your forehead.

"I always thought you adored my sister Lizzie." you mumble

"I did it out of honor. I wasn't allowed to follow my heart either. She was a better match in the eyes of society. But when you were with her, I had to force myself not to keep my eyes on the face. Because you I wanted more" James kisses you on the forehead and you smile.

"But things have changed... Unlike her, you didn't join a pirate voluntarily."

"But me and Jack..."

"I ignore it. As much as it hurts... my love for you is stronger and I know we'll find a way."

Silently you snuggle up to his body, whose clothes are slowly drying and warming up in the sun. After all this time you could be with him. That he reciprocated your feelings made your heart leap for joy.

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[wanderdreamer]

so ... i did something that made a younger version of myself very happy recently. i began to write. i was never sure how to start and not even sure where it would go, but i decided to enjoy what it would feel like for the time being. to give a lil mini proper go of it. and what better way to flex my creative muscles than to tackle something i truly, truly love: pirates of the caribbean. you got that right folks, i am now a fanfic writer (can i call myself that yet ...? *do* i call myself that ...?). anyways, i just wanted to voice it into this here void, to not only force myself to have pride in what i’m attempting, but also in case anyone stumbled across it and it happens to make them smile. so without further ado, the beginning to something new. here goes nothing.

#pirates of the caribbean #potc #james norrington #in madness with the rest of the world #madness #imwtrotw #james norrington/oc #james norrington x oc #james norrington / original female character #james norrington x original female character #pirates of the caribbean fanfic #pirates of the caribbean fanfiction #pirates of the caribbean ff #potc fanfic #potc fanfiction #potc ff #i’m most definitely overdoing it with the tags but i’m trying my best😭

[umgatochamadopercyval]

Diamond of the sea (James Norrington)

Chapter 1

“Miss Genevieve, may I come in?”

The maid’s voice was a distant thing for Genevieve, who was still well into the dream realm. It was only after being gently shaken that the young woman woke up.

"Good morning Jane" 

she greeted stretching her arms lazily, after moving out of the enormous bed she laid moments ago

"The bath and water are already ready at the washroom for you Miss, alongside the herbs paste you requested" 

the young maid explained while opening the heavy curtains, and allowing sunlight into the spacious room

After eight years living with the Governor, it was easy to think she was Elizabeth's sister, raised to be a proper lady in British society. If it wasn't the fact they were the same age, and Genevive didn't quite look like the family, no one would suspect a thing.

"That is lovely to hear, thank you. I will call for your presence when I’m finished” 

she dismissed before closing the door.

When she entered the washroom, the bathtub was already prepared for her, with cold water filling it to its middle, and in a stool at its side there was a jar of natural water and a small bowl filled with a slime green goo that smelled of seaweed and camomile.

Stripping of her nightgown, Genevive let herself drown in the water, and in seconds instead of her legs there was a sparkling golden mermaid tail, with translucent fins at the end of it, shimmering like gold when the sun passed on it, that matched her hair. With a natural fiber sponge, she cleaned her upper body and face, and later, more carefully, her tail and hair, making sure to not break the skin but also rubbing strong enough to clean it. 

Something about mermaids that most of the stories got true was how fast they weakened at the sun. If they didn’t receive enough water their skin would burn and not long after the mermaid would die. That was one of the reasons they usually liked dark spaces to live in. However, disguising as a human with the Swans, she could not afford that privilege, so as a habit she liked to start her days taking a cold bath, and drinking a full jar of water, which usually was enough. 

She dived her head and cleaned the last bits of goo out of her face and body, feeling ready to end her bath. Using her arms, she lifted herself to the board of the tub and when her tail melted away with a familiar sting, she stepped out of it and draped herself with a towel. 

After that it was the normal process of getting ready for the day: Jane would help her dress herself, this time with something uncomfortable called “corset”, that apparently was the high fashion in London, but she would not make a fuss given it had a new dress with it and more importantly it was a direct request from the Governor.

“You outdone yourself today Jane. It’s impressive” she thanked her, looking one last time at the mirror, and seeing how the blue in the dress complimented her grass green eyes and porcelain skin. 

“Vive, are you ready?” Lizzie voice sounded from the door, a soft knock before

“Lizzie, good morning darling” the door closed with a soft closing 

“Are you feeling nervous for today’s ceremony?” she gossiped while they descended the stairs 

“A bit, actually. Father gave me this new dress and it’s impossible to breathe with the undergarments”

“You look stunning with it though” she reassured her best friend, giving her hand a slight squeeze, before the last steps of the long stair. 

“Elizabeth, Genevieve" Governor Swan greeted “You look absolutely stunning”

“Will” Elizabeth’s face lit up seeing the blacksmith apprentice “It’s so good to see you” a bright smile accompanying the words “I had a dream about you last night” Genevive internally let out a sight, their feelings were obvious to everyone but themselves

“About me?” the boy questioned nervous 

“Is that proper for you…” Weatherby looked uncomfortable

“About the day we met. Do you remember?”

He almost died, and was given a fresh start, he certainly remembers. Lovely start for a conversation. 

“How could I forget Miss Swann?” He smiled charmingly 

“How many times must I ask you to call me Elizabeth?” Lizzie playfully asked 

“At least once more, Miss Swann. As always” he declined politely, but his eyes were regretful, and she seemed unpleased with his awnser, contrary to her father

“There. See? At least the boy has a sense of propriety. We really must be going”

“Good day, Mr. Turner” was the cold goodbye her sister gave, which obviously confused the poor young man. 

“Have a good day, Mr. Turner” was Genevives’s, although hers was warmer in tone.

“Come along” was the Governor’s cue that the carriage was already waiting for them. 

Outside the house the sun shone brightly on their heads, and they soon were inside the vehicle on their way. 

“You should be less harsh on him, Lizzie. Mr. Turner is always polite with you” she whispered to the other, once they were getting to their destination. 

And that was chapter 1.

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[t-annuki]

"Please,come with me..." 🌹

Scene of a fic I was reading last night,of course Jimmy I'll follow you. It looks like a visual novel screen

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[esta-elavaris]

Part Sixteen [3,495 words] ~ James Norrington/OC

An AU of my completed, 400k+ word fanfic Catch the Wind [AO3], in which Elizabeth, not James, is the one to discover Theodora Byrne after she crash-lands into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean.

Page breaks by cafekitsune.

Also now on AO3 and FF.net.

Masterpost - Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - *Part Sixteen*

Tag list [let me know if you want to be added!]: @teawithshakespeare @missfronkensteen @dancerinthestorm

There was fuck all chance of her sleeping that night. Theo felt like she was going mad, Groves' words reeling through her mind over and over – joining with more than one of Elizabeth's many remarks to her over the last few weeks. You're allowing yourself to be defeated.

Did the fact that it bother her so much make it true?

She hoped not. Being one who took things lying down had never been her. She wasn't that pathetic. She wasn't that weak. But what else did anybody here actually expect her to do? Crawl on her hands and knees after a man who had humiliated her? One who was in love with somebody else? And what difference did it even make to her, anyway? Why did she even care? She'd been a bloody idiot for letting herself feel anything towards him to begin with, the way everything had shaken out had been a good thing. Hadn't it?

Waking up in lands that shouldn't exist didn't just happen accidentally. It wasn't like when she'd mistakenly walked into the wrong classroom during her school days. It took a lot for it to happen, and that meant it had to happen for a reason. What sort of power, what sort of force, would send her here just so she could have a cup of tea with Elizabeth Swann, get herself embarrassed, and wander home again?

The sad and terrible truth of the matter was that she had to be here for a reason. And there was a small, even more sad and terrible, possibility that it was something to do with him. The one she'd bonded with, and the one who was destined to meet a fate that, whatever her opinion of him was now, he did not deserve.

But that only made her feel worse – because sod that. If something…something conscious and coherent had sent her here, and if it had done so in order to offer her up as a consolation prize to a prick who had made it very clear that he didn't even like her…fuck that. Fuck that entirely.

God, but she felt like she was going mad. Never in her life had she been claustrophobic, but on that night she was getting there. A thick layer of clouds hid the mood and kept all of the heat and humidity from the day packed atop them, which did little to help the feeling of being an animal jammed into a cage and prodded at with sticks to see what funny reaction she might have next.

First, she tried to remedy it by getting out of the bed – sprawling out atop the covers, so they were just one less thing weighing down upon her. It didn't work. Neither did opening the windows, or pacing around, or even shirking off her nightgown and donning her clothes from home instead, in an effort to feel somewhat more like herself. Her true self.

Pulling the nightgown back on over them, she raked a hand through her hair, which had long since escaped its plait in all of her activity, and leaned out of the window, staring out at the night, and the coast.

She needed to get out of this house.

James could not find rest. For he had taken Elizabeth's advice – and it had worked. Rather too well. Lying abed that night, he closed his eyes and did all he could to bat out whatever prior plans he had, even going so far as to banish considerations as to what he would have for breakfast the next morning.

It was not easy advice to follow not only for reasons relating to practicality, either, for he couldn't help but wonder if her words had been a roundabout way of rejecting what he knew she must suspect he intended to ask her ere long. But he shoved that away too, and forced himself through the blasted visualisations she'd suggested.

In the first (and he chose the first because it was the easiest) he obeyed Miss Byrne's request to the letter. He kept his distance, he did not speak to her, and she was no longer there – either off to Ireland as she promised, or tucked off with Groves in some corner or another with a blush and a smile on her face. How the rest of the exercise would go should have been clear to him then, based on how the latter of those two prospects made his lip curl.

But the rest of it didn't bring him great distaste. There was just the small matter of the fact that it didn't bring him as much excitement and joy as it once had. The…the satisfaction of having secured a good match, insofar as it checked another box on the list he had that reflected the quality of his life, yes. Alarmingly, though, that was all. Even the knowledge that Elizabeth was a fine and beautiful woman remained, but it did not help. For did she not deserve a man who felt nauseatingly giddy at the prospect of marrying her? As he had, although he'd never had admitted it, only months prior?

When he opened his eyes, he scowled at the ceiling of his bedroom. And he did not proceed to the second bout of play-pretend. Mostly because he had no wish to face what it might foretell.

But sleep would not come.

How long he lay there, he did not know – he only knew that the more time ticked on, the more restless he felt, realising there was no possible way for him to get comfortable. That in itself was infuriating, too, for he was a man of the Royal Navy. Finding it difficult to sleep was not a problem he faced, because he had spent years all but training himself to find rest wherever and whenever he could find it.

This newest problem was a microcosm of greater perils.

Get up.

Shooting up where he'd sprawled atop his bed, he looked about the room. For the voice that had murmured those two words to him was not his own. It was…it was that of a woman. Deep and low, but feminine all the same. But Hattie was abed, no other sound had come from about the house, and there was no possible explanation for it.

Heavens, he truly was losing his mind, and he wondered ruefully to himself if the witch rumours regarding Miss Byrne weren't true after all. But even that joke, and even though it had only been thought to himself, felt cruel after what had transpired between them so recently.

Unease soon overtook the guilt, though, along with a sense of urgency he couldn't place. That he truly should get up – and more than that, he should go out. He tried to return to how he'd reclined before, but found he could not, for the moment he lay back, the urgency increased tenfold, until it had him rolling from the bed and looking for his civilian clothing.

A walk. Perhaps a walk would help. Only to prove to himself that he really was being ridiculous.

Stepping out into the night barely ten minutes later, dressed in his seldom-used civilian clothing, so that any who spotted him might not recognise him and therefore might not speak to him, James allowed his feet to take him wherever they wished to.

As they did so, his mind did the same – towards the line of thinking he'd so steadfastly avoided while in his bed. The other route he might take. Despite the fact that it seemed quite closed off to him now. Despite the fact that it was absurd. Despite the fact that it would have his father turning in his grave, that it made no sense from a logical standpoint, and that he'd resisted the notion so furiously for so long that it took a trudge through the wilds in the wee small hours of the morning for him to even admit that it was tempting.

But all logic, and all denial (for he was at least not so simpleminded that he did not see it for what it was) clouded in comparison to how the prospect seized at his chest. Much his earlier plans had, before Theodora. Before her teasing, and her beauty, and her jokes, and her stubbornness, and her fierce intelligence.

He stepped out of the tree line and realised then just where it was he'd so unwittingly walked to. The small, private beach that the serving classes of Port Royal liked to frequent – and keep hidden from their masters, for the most part. The beach itself was hemmed in by two steep rocky shores, around five or six feet in height at their shallowest portions, curling around the water there in the shape of an open horseshoe, and it was on one of those shores he stood now, affording him a view of the entire beach.

And of the figure swimming in the water.

Now, he wasn't sure she was not a witch. It took a moment of blinking, but it was indeed Theodora Byrne – what little moonlight managed to pierce the thick clouds catching her hair and casting it in shades of deep blood red, and black, at different intervals, where it was scraped back and plastered to her head and neck. What were the chances that he should find her here, like this, as she plagued his very thoughts?

What little light there was illuminated something else, though. Something that had that feeling in his chest he'd utterly refused to label replaced by something far more pressing. Terror.

She could not see it, not from where she swam, and not from her position in the water, the waves bobbing up and down all about her, but a large dark dorsal fin cut through the waves not fifty full feet from where she swam. And it seemed in no hurry to swim away.

Unknowingly, she was swimming with a shark. A very large shark. A tiger shark, if he had to guess. Although he had no wish to.

"Miss Byrne," he called out.

The terror had not had a chance to reach his voice, and he was thankful for that. Stopping, she began to tread water, squinting about her, until she finally spotted him where he stood. She was just close enough that he could see her lips thin, and she smoothed her hair back and called back.

"Leave me alone, Captain."

She made to start swimming again, but he could not allow that. She could not splash. He only hoped she had not done too much of it already. Hurrying to the very edge of the rocks, he leaned out, hoping if he got close enough she might see the urgency on his face.

"Theodora!" his voice was ragged, but it got her attention. "Swim to me."

Outrage filled her expression, and so he continued firmly – desperately – before she could retort.

"Carefully. Do not splash."

In all his life, he had never seen someone's face pale so dramatically, so swiftly. She understood his meaning immediately.

"Are you jo-"

Her head turned a little to the right, and he shouted.

"No! Do not turn. Swim. Swim to me," he extended an arm, as if he would be able to reach far enough to pluck her out of the water.

He did his utmost to use the very same tone he utilised when issuing stern orders to his men – the difference being when he doled out those, his voice did not shake.

For an extended stretch of time – mere seconds that felt like lifetimes – she stared at him, wide-eyed in shock. It was an expression he mirrored, that much he knew, and there was no possible trying not to disguise his horror, not when it ran deep into his bones like this. He knew then that her mind was screaming at her body to push through terror and comply. It was a feeling he knew fine well, from his early days as a soldier. But then, the vaguest hint of a splash sounded behind her, something within her snapped, and she swam.

The fin followed. Fifty feet became forty, and far too quickly at that. Clinging uselessly to the rocks beneath his hands, James watched in terror, the blood draining from his face. He was no stranger to misfortune, nor to danger, nor grief. He had lost men in battle, he had seen the people of Port Royal face all manner of accidents and injury, and yes, even death. And, whatever the rumours were, he was far from unfeeling. Each one pained him.

But nothing – nothing compared to this.

Only her eyes betrayed the true extent of her fear, for while her face was utterly white, she kept control of what she could, funnelling air purposefully in through her nose and out through her mouth, as like to drive off panic than to keep herself moving. All the while, she stared at him, and his outstretched arm.

He could not simply watch. He could not. Refusing to deliberate, for it was not worth deliberation, he shrugged his coat off and tossed it aside – it would only impede him – and the boots followed, for they would do so too. Then, he eased his legs over the edge, and turned, lowering himself slowly down over the stony ledge with his arms, turning one last time before he let go, so that he could take note of where the shark was.

In the water, Theodora's eyes widened.

"No—no! Don't you da-"

However her sentence ended was lost on him, muffled by the water as he slipped into it as seamlessly as he could, body pin-straight to minimise any splashing. The water was cold, but he felt it little and cared even less. It was, however, also black as tar as he plunged beneath the surface, slowly opening one eye and then the other, to minimise the sting and return his sight to him as quickly at possible. That troubled him more. It took only one kick, then another, to surface.

With two in the water, it might consider itself outmatched and leave in search of easier prey. That was the best-case scenario, but he had little control over whether it would happen. What he could control, was his place between it and Theodora.

She was closer when he surfaced, but still out of arm's reach. Face chalk-white, she swam towards him in a breaststroke that was smooth despite how she trembled. The fin was still there behind her – far enough away that one quick lunge wouldn't have her within biting distance, but still far too close for comfort, moving in a slow, lazy circle to take stock of how the situation had changed.

"Go back," she insisted, her voice shaking as much as the rest of her. "Go back now."

James scoffed, and began to swim towards her.

The shore was too far away. If they turned to it, and to more shallow waters, it might sense its prey would soon be lost and act accordingly. No, they would have to reach the rocky shelf, and then climb out. With any luck, it would think they would soon be cornered, and then they would be gone.

So long as the fin remained above the water, that was good. So long as it was there, he knew where it was. He'd have no chance of spotting the beast if he had to stick is face below the waves to look there, not on a night as dark as this. James treaded water the moment he was near enough, and with Theodora's next stroke forward, he clamped a hand about her arm and dragged her towards him, and then behind him, making sure to stay facing the direction she'd come from.

With his left arm out, palm firmly at her back so he knew where she was, he began to swim backwards, kicking his legs as firmly as he could without disturbing the water, his right arm out to the other side to aid him. Beneath his hand, her back shook and gave away the erratic nature of her breathing. Nearer and nearer it drew, until he felt his own limbs threaten to tremble, and he was certain that if it was any closer at all, he'd be able to feel its snout at his legs.

The fin, the size of which he could finally judge at this proximity – much to his dread, for it was a hefty monster indeed, the dorsal fin alone easily bigger than his head – swept to the left and he jolted, ready to reposition himself between it and the woman swimming to his side. But then it rounded again, circling back to face them…and the fin disappeared beneath the water.

He must've made a noise, although he couldn't say what that noise was in his heightened state, and through the hammering of his heart. Without asking what was wrong, Theodora picked up speed, and James followed suit; the hand at her back remained there, but the other began to grope at his belt beneath the water, in search of his knife. It hindered him for only a moment, bobbing, and getting a mouthful of saltwater for his efforts, but then it was in hand.

Every time a wave slapped at him, he braced himself for something more – a stronger, more deadly force to barrel out at him from beneath it. His back met rock, and rather than turning, he sidled leftwards and caged in Theodora with his body.

"Climb," he ordered raggedly.

She obeyed without question, knowing that the situation was too serious to bicker. Thank God. The rocky wall did not make for easy climbing, its ledges too shallow to offer helpful hand and footholds, but she made progress all the same, James reaching blindly behind him to push her upwards and discern her progress, their circumstances too serious for him to afford blushes to propriety when his hands blindly met the smooth, toned flesh of her thighs and calves.

Especially when, at his next kick, his foot struck something solid. In response, the water before him rippled in a way it had not before – a way that was not natural, indicating disturbance below the surface. Water ceased dripping down upon his head, and he knew Theodora had cleared the climb. That, at least, offered relief.

"Grab my hand, James! Grab my hand!" she was screaming down at him.

He looked up and saw her leaning entirely over the ledge from the waist down, arm outstretched to him, eyes wide and desperate. If his heart pounded in his chest anymore, he'd surely have a heart attack. Forcing control upon his breathing, he was already debating whether it would be safe to switch the knife from his right hand to his left, when a splash sounded behind him, and a terrible, gaping and jagged maw was surfacing up through the water and heading straight at him.

Its mistake, had it been capable of reason, was that. For there was no water to slow down his arm. Lashing out with the knife, James slashed strongly and blindly both at its snout. The first slash made little difference, but the returning one he dug in deeper, and aborted the beast's attack at the last possible moment. A hot sensation ran down his arm, but he knew not whether it was his blood or that of the shark's. If the former, he had little time left in this water. It was a miracle he'd survived thus far.

Before it could recover, he spun, and Theodora's hands were grabbing his, clamping around his forearm as he grasped her own. She hadn't backed up an inch when it lunged. With his other hand, he wedged the knife between his teeth, stomach churning at the taste of blood and saltwater as it dripped between his teeth, and yanked himself up, assisted by her tireless, and surprisingly strong pulling.

One more haul – on his part, and on hers – had him clearing the edge, and they fell onto the rocky ground in a tangle of limbs and sodden clothing. The water over the ledge went quiet, as if it had never contained anything at all.

A/N: :^) - no, WAIT…. ~~~~~~~~~^~~~~~~~~~~~\o/~~~~~

Listen, if you know me AT ALL, you know how hard it was for me to keep this under my hat without making any dumb jokes or giving the game away with any hints. (Save for one shark meme that popped up by chance on my dash the other day, because that was just too funny and too perfect.) For months. Especially to the friends I've made through fic writing, who read this. I thought I was going to explode. Fucking hell.

Anyway, my party trick is being able to recite the Indianapolis speech from Jaws perfectly from memory and it shows.

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[misshiraethsworld]

CURSE OF THE RUBY ━ james norrington ⎈

Felicity Smith's life in Port Royal had been less than adequate, as both women and men looked at her disdainfully. Gentlemen did not court a woman with nothing to her name, much less marry her with no prospects on the horizon. Ladies didn't want to be associated with her for fear that she would taint their good name. She was a mystery that people would rather leave unsolved, except for Governor Swann and his daughter Elizabeth. Felicity would do or be anything they needed to repay their kindness, including standing aside and watching the man she loved marry another. James Norrington couldn't remember when Felicity was not part of his life. His daily routine of sleeping, working, and dining revolved around her and what her day consisted of. He always looked forward to seeing her when he was off duty after long hours in the sun. Expeditions seemed an eternity away from his home, but he would only think of her to pass the time. James had thought he would marry the kind red jewel one day but worried about what society would think. So instead, he settled on her companion, Elizabeth, who was a much more suitable match for a gentleman of his standing. When a certain Captain comes to town and sets off a chain of unpredictable events, Felicity gets a taste of the other side of the law, and James' true feelings are tested. Together the couple is thrust into a journey where true loyalties are tested, and their love for one another is put on the line. Felicity doesn't want to get in the way of James' happiness, but what if his happiness is her?

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[hobnob2020]

Chapters: 8/10 Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: James Norrington/Original Female Character(s), Jack Sparrow/Original Female Character(s), James Norrington/Elizabeth Swann, Elizabeth Swann/Will Turner Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), James Norrington, Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner, Cutler Beckett, Ian Mercer (Pirates of the Caribbean), Hector Barbossa, Black Pearl (Pirates of the Caribbean), Crew of the Black Pearl Additional Tags: Eventual Romance, Slow Romance, Adventure & Romance, Angst and Romance, Friendship/Love, Male-Female Friendship, Female Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Past Lives, Past Relationship(s), The Royal Navy, Pirates, reunited, Drinking & Talking, Romantic Fluff Summary:

When the daughter of an Admiral loses everything and faced with a marriage to a man she doesn't love, her only way forward is to embrace the age of piracy.

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[luthientinu]

Of Pirates, Healers and Commodores- Chapter 8

James Norrington x oc fic

AN- Hello again! (*Peeks out nervously*) I won't delay you further. Here’s Chapter Eight!! Thank you for all the feedback and I really appreciate it! Posted on Ao3 and on fanfiction.net.The links are in my masterlist post and on the contents page post

“Sorry. It’s for your safety!”

“Don’t care what the Commodore ordered!” Elizabeth screeched.

“Unhand us Gilette!” Ellie’s eyes flashed with frustration.

Much to the dismay of the girls, they were being dragged to the Captain’s cabin to be locked away under James’ orders. Their pleas fell on deaf ears no matter however they tried.

“The pirates! They’re cursed- they can’t be killed!”

“Listen to her for God’sake!”

 They were unceremoniously pushed in and Gillete strode forward blocking their way, with a sarcastic smirk.

“Don’t worry Misses. He’s already informed of that. A little mermaid flopped up on deck and told him the whole story!” He gave them a smug grin and slammed the doors shut.

“Oh! The nerve of him…”

“This is Jack Sparrow’s doing!”

“It is going to be a slaughter if nothing is done.” Ellie mused out loud, fuming, rubbing her temple. Either Jack had not informed James or he had not been taken seriously.

Lizzie who was quite frazzled and at a loss looked at Ellie. Things were going to get ugly. Jack, James and most of the men were already on the rowboats waiting for the pirates to emerge. Will was still a captive. Ellie paced back and forth quite restlessly. She took a good look at the cabin. It looked opulent and practical enough for a Naval Captain. The floor length windows opened into a balcony. She quickly crossed the threshold, opened one and looked down to see a rowboat just under the balcony. 

“Are you thinking what I am thinking Ellie?” Elizabeth asked behind her.

Ellie looked on as Lizzie safely got on to the rowboat. Just as Ellie tried to go down the improvised rope made of sheets, she heard knocking on the door.

“Elizabeth? Are you there?” Governor Swann called out.

Ellie swore under her breath and frantically motioned Lizzie to start rowing. Thankfully Lizzie took the hint and began rowing. At the same time Ellie heard soft thuds and rustles coming from the below decks. She quickly crossed the threshold just as the exasperated Governor walked in.

“Where’s Elizabeth? Eleanor, what is the meaning of this?” Governor Swann strode  straight to the open window and looked down.

Ellie ignored him and focused on the faint thuds. Her gut feeling was telling her something was terribly off. Without losing time, she made a beeline towards the cabinets hoping one of them contained a cutlass. She missed her own cutlass and pistol quite terribly with both confiscated and aboard the Black Pearl . Ellie continued to rummage and came across one. She sprang up to her feet and once more ignored the baffled look on Governor Swann’s face.

“Barricade yourself in, Sir. I fear something is quite wrong.”

Without waiting for his reply she darted out and closed the door behind her, hoping the Governor would lock the doors. Another prominent thud caught her attention and she ran out to the main deck, half expecting to be shoved back in the cabin. Ellie looked up just in time to see one of the undead pirates, about to slit a soldier’s neck.

“Watch out! Behind you!” she screamed, chilled to the bone seeing the mangled body of the undead pirate. Just as she shouted, a gun shot rang out and the pirates descended upon them in earnest now that their stealthy approach had been foiled. 

Trying to swallow her nervousness and the dead weight of fear, Ellie began fending off the pirates who had swarmed around her like locusts. A cacophony of clashing steel and gunshots enveloped the eerie silence. Ellie knew they were terribly out numbered and James had to be alerted immediately. Parrying a blow, she ran up to the bell on the intent of ringing it but was beaten to it by a soldier, who began ringing it with all his might, sounding the alarm much to her relief.

Wishing she had her pistol for the millionth time, she ran up to the defence of the injured soldier. The pirate advanced in on her with fury, a lecherous grin on his face. To her mounting horror, she heard canon fire. Ellie fervently hoped none of them was injured. She looked around the deck, noticing they were being decimated.

They were given no respite as the pirates pressed on. Gunshots rang out and more soldiers scrambled on to the deck signifying James’ arrival.

“ ‘Ello lassie” a pirate rasped, jumping in front of her. “Come to play with the big boys?”

Ellie resisted rolling her eyes before moving forward and jabbing him with the cutlass. She had to give it to the pirates. They were quite adept at dueling.

James moved across the deck shooting and dueling with deadly accuracy when he noticed a quite familiar feminine figure fending off attacks and delivering her own quite gracefully. Flabbergasted, James shot a pirate, who tried sneaking up to her, bits of bone blowing into smithereens.

Making quick work of the pirate together, James grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the cabin, defending them from the attacks simultaneously. 

“You are supposed to be inside!” James gave her reproachful look assessing her for any injuries, relieved to find none except for a few nicks and bruises.

“And do nothing even though I am clearly capable?”

James was silent at that

“Duck!” Without ceremony Ellie shoved him aside, parried a blow meant for him and sent her own which ripped out a piece of spine. 

“See? I can hold my own.”

“I am trained...you are…not!” James called out, doubtful of his own statement when he took in her stances and strikes which suggests years of practice.

“For the love of God James it is not the time!”

"Watch out!" James yanked her quite violently that they almost toppled overboard together. 

The duo fell into a rhythm, parrying blows and defending each other. Gradually, Ellie felt her strength waning. Her body ached with exhaustion, the adrenaline rushing through her powered her on. Jack and Will better hurry up.

James drew back his sword which was coated in blood. The fighting in the vicinity stopped and everyone held their breath, the pirates hoping the curse would not be broken. Ellie saw the terror and confusion on the faces of the pirates as they realised they could be killed even in the face of the moonlight. Their weapons clattered onto the deck as they accepted defeat and surrendered.

“The ship is ours, gentlemen.” James firmly declared.

Ellie sagged with relief and leant against the railing, catching her breath. Cries of huzzahs rang out and she gave a weary smile, moving off the railing. 

“Eleanor.”

Ellie sighed and turned to look at James who had an unreadable expression. She looked at him a bit sheepishly.

“Can’t the scolding wait for a while? There is…”

Instead of the scolding she expected, she found herself in his arms, pulled  into a tight embrace. Ellie felt herself melting into it and she wrapped her arms around him, returning it.

As James held on to Eleanor, he felt contentment wash over him in waves. He relished the feeling of Eleanor’s presence in his arms. After a moment, they withdrew and much to Eleanor’s shock (and delight), James pressed a kiss onto her forehead.

“Never frighten me like that again.”

Eleanor felt absolutely tongue tied and all she could do was nod her head dumbly, hoping that the dim moonlight hid the raging blush on her face.

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Le Commodore : ou comment partir du mauvais pied

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Alice fut la première réveillée. Elizabeth dormait non loin du feu et à bonne distance de Jack qui enlaçait sa bouteille de rhum vide.

La gouvernante se leva avec difficulté, et pesta contre l’absence de nourriture pour faire passer la faim et la sensation atroce qui résonnait dans son crâne. Elle s’approcha de la mer et s’aspergea le visage. Le goût salé de l’eau ne l’aida pas à aller mieux. Elle décida de marcher un peu sur la plage, puis fixa l’horizon.

Au bout de quelques secondes, elle fixa Elizabeth qui commençait à se réveiller. Puis son regard se porta de nouveau vers l’horizon, puis vers Elizabeth, puis vers la direction de la cache de rhum. Enfin, elle regarda les braises qui s’éteignaient dans le foyer.

« Hum. »

Elle se dirigea vers Elizabeth qui s’était assise et lui tendit la main.

« J’ai un plan. »

La femme la regarda un peu perdue.

« Vous êtes la fille du gouverneur de Port Royal, il y a de forte chance que la marine royale vous cherche, non ? 

— Euh, oui. D’autant que le commodore est un ami. »

Alice hocha la tête et pointa le feu puis la cache de rhum. Malgré l’esprit embrumée d’Elizabeth, son visage s’éclaira rapidement.

« Brillant ! »

La gouvernante se contenta de sourire.

« Jack ne sera pas ravie, s’amusa la blonde. 

— Non, en effet, alors dépêchons-nous, fit Alice en gloussant. »

Les deux jeunes femmes préparèrent un bûcher de rhum, digne des pires cauchemars d’un pirate et allèrent raviver leur feu du soir pour récupérer de quoi allumer le feu de signal.

Alors qu’elles jetaient au feu les bariques de rhum, la voix désespérée de Jack se fit entendre.

« Il faut pas, arrêtez ! il faut pas. Qu’est-ce que vous faites-vous deux ? Vous avez brûlé nos provisions.

— Du rhum, ce n’est pas ce que j’appelle des provisions, déclara Alice d’un ton détaché.

— L’ombrage, le rhum, fit Jack d’un air dépité.

— Oui, on a plus de rhum, continua Elizabeth.

— Pourquoi on a plus de rhum ?

— D’abord, parce que c’est une boisson indigne qui fait de l’homme le plus respectable un fripon de bas étage, répliqua Elizabeth avec véhémence. Ensuite, cette fumée noire monte à plus de trois cents mètres, comme votre sœur me l’a rappelé, toute la flotte royale me cherche en ce moment. Croyez-vous réellement qu’il y ait le moindre risque qu’elle leur ��chappe ?

— Mais pourquoi on a plus de rhum ?! 

— Attendez capitaine Sparrow, déclara Elizabeth en s’asseyant. Accordez-moi une heure ou même deux, ouvrez l’œil et vous verrez apparaître des voiles blanches à l’horizon. »

Jack, rageur partit à l’opposé, il se retourna et héla sa sœur.

« Tu trahis ton nom !

— Ca fait des années que je ne m’appelle plus Teague, Jack ! cria Alice en levant les bras au ciel pour le narguer. »

Jack se retourna, frustré et furieux et les laissa près de leur brasier.

« Hâte de voir son visage lorsque le plan marchera, gloussa Alice.

— Votre frère ne s’en remettra pas, rajouta Elizabeth en riant. 

— J’espère vraiment que votre ami le commodore a déployé tous ses navires.

— Je n’en ai aucun doute, fit Elizabeth. Je le connais depuis très longtemps, nous avons toujours été amis. De plus, mon père ne supporterait pas que l’on me cherche à moitié. 

—Vous devez être très proches tous les deux ? »

Elizabeth la regarda d’un air pensif.

« Oui, nous le sommes depuis la mort de maman.

— Oh, je suis désolée.

— Vous ne pouviez pas savoir. Et vous ?

— Mon père et moi ne sommes pas proches, non. Et notre mère est morte à ma naissance.

— Je suis désolée, fit Elizabeth en un souffle.

— Vous ne pouviez pas savoir, fit Alice en lui adressant un regard et un sourire complices. »

Elizabeth les lui rendit d’un air plus chaleureux encore.

Au loin, Alice vit Jack s’arrêter sur la bute qui menait vers une autre plage. Il se retourna vers elles, puis vers la direction où il allait, puis vers elles de nouveau. Il leva les bras au ciel.

« Je crois que le plan a marché, fit Alice en se levant. »

Elizabeth fit de même et les deux jeunes femmes se dirigèrent vers Jack. Lorsqu’elles arrivèrent une chaloupe avec des marins de la Marine Royale débarquaient.

« Monsieur Gillette ! s’exclama Elizabeth en se précipitant vers l’officier. »

Ce dernier s’empourpra en la voyant habillée de ses dessous et s’exclama à son tour :

« Mademoiselle Swan, allez-vous bien ? »

Il lança un regard noir à Jack qui s’éloigna un peu d’Alice. Puis, il fixa cette dernière et aborda une mine surprise.

Elizabeth se retourna vers elle.

« Allons rejoindre le navire, nous discuterons après. »

Le dénommé Gilette acquiesça.

« Le commodore et le gouverneur seront soulagés de vous voir. »

Le visage d’Elizabeth s’illumina de soulagement, et fit signe à Alice de s’approcher. Elle lui attrapa le bras et s’avança vers la chaloupe où Jack se dirigeait à contre cœur.

Alice regarda pensive la main d’Elizabeth posée sur son bras. Elle savait que c’était un moyen pour Elizabeth pour rassurer l’officier sur la nature et la présence de la jeune femme qui sortait de nulle part. La gouvernante jeta un regard à Jack qui semblait en profonde réflexion. Sans doute élaborait-il sa prochaine étape de plan. Alice s’humecta les lèvres. Elle allait devoir la jouer fine, et feindre de ne pas le connaître. Cependant, elle ignorait qu’elles étaient les stratégies de ses deux comparses une fois à bord.

Le voyage fut silencieux. Alice sentait le regard inquisiteur de l’officier se poser sur elle. Son air débraillé et sa posture fatiguée par l’aventure ne l’aidaient peut-être pas. Elle décida de redresser sa posture lentement, ignorant la douleur de son corps, pour tenter la carte de la gouvernante de bonne réputation comme dommage collatéral des péripéties du capitaines Jack Sparrow. Ce n’était pas faux en soit, même si c’était elle qui avait décidé de le suivre.

Lorsque la chaloupe fut attachée au treuil. La main d’Elizabeth se serra sur son avant-bras. La blonde lui lança un regard furtif, Alice comprit qu’elle pouvait véritablement compter sur son soutien. Jack, lui, semblait toujours concentré, et trop silencieux pour être honnête.

Alice n’eut pas le temps de tourner un visage anxieux vers le pont du navire, qu’un homme au grand chapeau de plume s’exclama :

« Elizabeth ! »

Alice laissa échapper un sourire amusé lorsque la main de la jeune femme la lâcha à la voix et qu’elle reconnut son père.

D’un saut contrôlé malgré ses jupons, Elizabeth sauta sur le pont. L’officier, toujours dans la chaloupe lui adressa un regard surpris, qui redoubla lorsqu’Alice se leva avec autant de grâce possible pour franchir de la manière la plus polie et féminine le bastingage.

Elle ne put manquer le sourire en coin que Jack commençait à avoir devant le comportement des deux jeunes femmes. Elizabeth qui faisait fit du protocole de la bonne société anglaise après s’être rapidement habituée à la vie de pirate et Alice qui feignait la jeune effarouchée alors qu’elle aidait à manœuvrer les navires comme un véritable marin.

Elle n’eut pas le temps de finir de prendre position que deux soldats encadrèrent son frère et qu’un autre ne se place à côté d’elle pour l’attraper pas le poignet.

« Non ! s’exclama Elizabeth en sortant de l’étreinte de son père. C’est une autre victime de Sparrow.

— Vraiment ? Ce n’est pas l’impression que j’ai eue lorsqu’ils quittaient la baie de Port Royal à bord d’un navire volé. »

La voix dure et suspicieuse la fit frémir de part en part. Elle pensait que personne ne l’avait vu sur le navire. Malheursement pour elle, un œil aiguisé semblait l’avoir capturée depuis le port. Elle tourna un visage livide vers la voix et reconnu immédiatement celui qui devait être le commodore.

Sa grande stature s’enserrait élégamment dans son uniforme de gradé. Son regard clair s’obscurcissait sous la fermeté de son visage.

« Eh pourtant, fit Jack en s’approchant de lui, c’que dit mamzelle Swann est vrai. Monsieur Turner et moi-même avons décidé de prendre une garantie lors de notre escapade, au cas où vous nous auriez eu, et puis une paire de bras en plus pour naviguer, c’est toujours mieux. Honnêtement – le commodore leva un sourcil peu convaincu -, j’crois qu’elle comprends pas tout c’qui s’passe… »

Alice se retint pour lui lancer un regard outré. Essayait-il de la faire passer pour une simple d’esprit ?

« Elle est même pas anglaise, conclut Jack, une sorte de gouvernante. »

Le visage de commodore se teinta de surprise et Alice tenta sa chance en feignant un léger accent français.

« Toute cette histoire me dépasse, je suis épuisée et terrifiée par ce que nous venons de vivre. Mon dieu, mon dieu. »

Le gouverneur l’interpella.

« Quel est votre nom et pour qui travaillez-vous, mademoiselle ?»

Alice retint de sourire devant l’astuce du père d’Elizabeth.

« Je m’appelle Alice Belettre et je travaille pour Lord Brixton, je m’occupe de ses chers jumeaux monsieur George et mademoiselle Isabel. J’arrive tout droit de Marie Galente. »

Alice vit Elizabeth se retenir de sourire. Elle devait certainement comprendre suffisamment de français pour saisir la démarche de son père et la réponse d’Alice. Le gouverneur hocha la tête et se tourna vers le commodore.

« Cette jeune fille me semble dire la vérité, ne l’accablez pas, Commodore Norrington. »

Le dénommé Norrington la fixa d’un air plus doux, mais la gouvernant vit que son regard se teintait de suspicion. Elle n’osa glisser un regard à Elizabeth, de peur de le faire douter plus encore, alors elle opta pour lui servir ses plus beaux yeux de biche perdue. Mais de toute manière la jeune femme blonde partit rapidement sur le sujet de Will Turner et la discussion s’annonça houleuse et l’intervention de Jack ne sembla qu’agacer de plus en plus le commodore qui finit la discussion sèchement en lui rappelant que son prestige personnel ne passait pas devant la vie des autres.

« Mais ils continueront à piller et tuer si vous ne tentez pas de les arrêter au plus vite, s’interposa Alice en se rapprochant du commodore. Ils ne s’arrêterons jamais. Il ne s’agit pas que de sauver monsieur Turner, mais de mettre un terme à une grande menace pirate. L’attaque sur Port Royale a été si brutale et violente, ils reviendront, dans un, deux, trois ou même dix ans, qu’importe, ils seront de retour. Mettre un terme à cette menace maintenant servira à éviter que d’autres vies ne soient prises ou détruites. Il ne s’agit pas que de Will Turner, mais de tous nos concitoyens. »

Le commodore la fixa intensément et Alice recula en réalisant qu’elle se trouvait un peu trop près de lui sans pour autant rompre le contact de leur regard. Elle se mordit la lèvre devant le silence qui s’était formé parmi les officiers et son trio de mésaventure. L’officier la fixait toujours et semblait pondérer ses mots.

« Monsieur Sparrow, fit-il, vous allez accompagnez ces braves gens à la barre et leur fournir les coordonnées de l’île de la Muerta. Et vous passerez le reste du voyage à appliquer au pied de la lettre l’expression muet comme une tombe. J’espère me faire bien comprendre.

— C’est extrêmement clair, répondit Jack d’un ton caustique en se faisant empoigner par les soldats. »

Le commodore reporta son regard sur Alice, puis glissa vers Elizabeth.

« Après cette période éprouvante, je vous propose de vous reposer et de vous changer. Les quartiers du capitaine sont à votre disposition. »

Lorsque la porte de la cabine se ferma sur un dernier caquètement du gouverneur, Elizabeth enlaça Alice avec force.

« Merci, merci, merci, répéta-t-elle. »

Alice se contenta de la serrer sans ses bras et de tapoter son dos en un signe réconfortant. Elizabeth se détacha de la jeune femme et essuya rageusement les larmes de soulagement qui perlaient sur ses yeux. Elle fixa les vêtements de soldats qu’on leur avait apporté et les deux bassines d’eaux pour qu’elles se lavent un peu.

Alice se délesta rapidement de ses froques volées sur l’Interceptor et commença à se frotter énergiquement avec le linge et le savon qu’on leur avait fourni. Elle tenta de nettoyer tant bien que mal sa chevelure brune qu’elle laissa détachée après les longs jours passés attachés et attaqués par l’eau de mer et la sueur. Une fois dans ses vêtements propres elle s’assit avec fatigue dans une chaise près de la table où les attendait un repas froid accompagné de thé brûlant. Elle versa une tasse à Elizabeth qui finissait sa toilette et prit le récipient d’un air soulagé. Elles se regardèrent un instant toutes les deux, et elles se mirent à sourire mi-nerveusement mi de soulagées. Elles savaient très bien que la partie n’était pas terminée. Pour sauver Will, il leur fallait affronter un équipage de pirates qui ne peut mourir.

Quelqu’un toqua à la porte.

« Elizabeth ? Mademoiselle Alice ? Êtes-vous présentables ? »

C’était le gouverneur.

« Oui, père ! »

La porte s’ouvrit et le gouverneur s’engouffra suivit du commodore.

« Le pirate dit que nous arriverons bientôt à l’île, l’histoire d’une heure. Je venais vous tenir compagnie, déclara le père d’Elizabeth en saisissant une chaise. »

Le resta debout et servit une tasse au gouverneur. Alice sentit le regard du commodore se poser sur elle, elle décida de croiser le sien, mais il détourna les yeux. Ses joues avaient légèrement rougi. Inconfortable, la gouvernant réajusta ses cheveux pour qu’ils cachent son cou et ses joues, puis réajusta le veston de soldat qu’elle avait enfilé par-dessus sa chemise.

« D’où venez-vous mademoiselle Alice ? demanda le gouverneur en saisissant sa tasse.

— De Marie Galente, je suis née là-bas.

— Ah ! Vous parlez très bien anglais !

— Merci, fit-elle en souriant poliment. Notre gouvernante était anglaise.

— Un grand cycle, s’amusa le gouverneur Swann, vous voilà gouvernante pour des anglais ! »

Alice lui rendit un petit rire amusé et Elizabeth fit de même en tentant de cacher sa mine crispée à l’idée d’arriver aussi proche de l’île maudite.

Le commodore ne pipa mot et finit rapidement sa tasse avant de s’excuser. Le gouverneur, lui, resta un petit moment avec elles à bavarder de tout et de rien. Alice sentait sa tension monter et celle d’Elizabeth aussi. Elles se jetaient des regards inquiets et incertains. Comment et quand devaient-elles agit et les prévenir du problème des pirates ? Elles furent rapidement sorties de leur interrogation silencieuse lorsque le gouverneur s’excusa et sortit de la pièce.

« Il fait nuit, commenta Elizabeth en regardant par la fenêtre de la cabine. »

Alice tourna la tête vers la porte, les soldats s’agitaient.

« Nous devrions leur dire. »

Les deux femmes se levèrent de concert et ouvrirent la porte, déterminées.

L’officier Gilette les vit, à l’autre bout du pont et marcha vers elles. Les deux femmes allèrent à sa rencontre.

« Où est le commodore ? demanda Elizabeth.

— Parti avec Sparrow, inspecter les alentours. 

— Nous avons quelque chose à lui dire. C’est très important, commenta Alice, sur les pirates. 

— Quoi donc ? »

Elizabeth et Alice échangèrent un regard et la première prit la parole.

« L’équipage de Barbossa est maudit, ils ne peuvent pas mourir. Il faut accomplir le rituel d’abord, pour lever la malédiction et après ils seront vulnérables. »

L’officier Gilette resta coite un instant, puis un sourire incrédule s’esquissa sur ses lèvres.

« Mesdemoiselles, je pense que le soleil des Caraïbes et la fatigue ont eu raison de vous, veuillez retourner à la cabine du capitaine. Le commodore souhaite que vous y restiez en sécurité. 

— Non, non, fit Alice en secouant ses boucles brunes. Nous devons prévenir le commodore. L’équipage est maudit, il court à sa perte, lui et ses hommes, s’il attaque avant que le rituel soit accompli, mais Will mourra si c’est le cas. 

— Ecoutez mesdemoiselles, retournez à votre cabine. »

Il leur fit signe de la main, mais Alice et Elizabeth se précipitèrent vers une chaloupe.

La main de l’officier frôla l’épaule d’Alice qui prit violement sa main pour s’en débarrasser.

« Nous devons prévenir le commodore, maintenant, s’écria Elizabeth. »

Soudain, Alice sentit des mains lui saisir les bras et elle vit des soldats saisir Elizabeth. Alors qu’elles se débattaient, elles furent traînées à la cabine du capitaine, sous les remarques moqueuses de l’officier Gilette.

Elles furent poussées dans la cabine et un bruit de clef retentit derrière elles. Alice rouspéta.

« Raté. »

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"The Wish of kissing you"

James Noerington x fem!reader

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He was talking and talking and the young soldier was listening. He could answer in a proper way and he listened him. The potential father-in-law.

His eyes was pinned in the distance while he listened to Weatherby Swann till the moment you rushed in. It wasn't even a second gone and he looked to you.

He watches you storming around, chatting to your friend, who talks more then you and then it happens. You stand there in the corner, both of you with tea cups in your hands. With your nice dresses. Your friend talks to you about the newest gossio. Which girl have been caught with which boy, what the young ladies wear and what bachlor is in.

He stares at you. He. And you notice it. Slowly you raise your. With your eyes you look above the edge of the cup to him.

His blue eyes hooks into yours. For a minute both of you forget to listening. Like a horse with blinders follwing the path, like a human in trance of a hypnotist, he smiles at you.

A warm smile which let you admire him even more. You grin shy behind your cup but he could see you smile because of the bigher cheek. With the procelan vessel you toast forward to him, which reveals your shy smile.

Caught, he quickly looks at your father and clears his throat. He wasn't here to make eyes at you and silently flirt. He's here to marry your sister. Expressing interest after both dads had discussed it and have been for years. Elizabeth and James Norrington sounds good. Both from noble and influential families. With good genes and reputation. Perfect for each other. James, too, persuaded himself of this and made friends with the idea.

But soon, like a cat in the dark, you crept through his head. You who are not good enough and out of the question. Because you were adopted. A poor girl with no pedigree. If he followed his heart, throwing everything rational overboard, it would probably break his mother's heart and his father would be disappointed.

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