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Arrr. Side note for those waiting for this to be done before you read it all: you stink. Wait! Kidding. Here's a fun little nautical (wot refers to sailors) phrase that developed from... unsavory (not in my line of work) activities:

Hunky-Dory. meaning everything is great, fine. There was a street in Yokohama called Honki-dori, where the inhabitants specialized in sailors.... and making them happy. Catering to their pleasures, you see. Heh.

Title: You Had a Charming Air, All Cheap and Debonair, Part 4/15
Author: Stoney321
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating/Pairing: PG-13 / Captain Jack Sparrow, Commodore James Norrington
Summary: Set decades after PotC1, with flashbacks to 1 and after. Who doesn't like a little cat and mouse? Except, who's the cat and who's the mouse?
Disclaimer Own nothing, make not one red cent, the House of Mouse. If you can reach my wallet, you can have what's in there, too.
A/N: Thanks for being a speedy and efficient beta, floweringjudas. Cross posted to the same two comms as before.

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You Had a Charming Air, All Cheap and Debonair

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PART FOUR


One hour. The pox-faced weasel pranced about his ship giving orders and impressions of various naval officers he had encountered over the years while wearing Commodore Norrington's wig and hat for one solid hour. Every few minutes a shout of glee would erupt from the upper deck. James rested on the floor against the bulkhead and waited for his captor. Sparrow hadn't even the basic decency to send down any food or fresh water.

"Now, now, don't frown, Commodore, I didn't forget you."

James opened one eye and saw the animated face of Sparrow beaming down at him. It was a shame the chain between his handcuffs was so short; he would have loved to have wrapped it around Jack's neck. Anything to stop that godforsaken grinning. Jack grabbed Norrington under his arm and heaved him to his feet, then plunked the exhausted man into a chair.

"I'm sure you're hungry. Being noble and stupid can tire a man, I've heard."

Jack slid a tray across the small table. It contained hard tack, a strange but delicious smelling soup, and -

"Easy, Commodore. For four days you've had naught in that belly but your own bile, and that's uncut rum."

"Don't care," James managed to croak out.

Jack smirked, nodded to himself and pulled a large splinter from his palm. "Then you won't mind that I saw fit to... improve your wig."

James had grabbed the bowl of soup and was gulping the hot broth, paused, registered what had just been said, then slowly lowered the bowl to the table.

"What do you mean by improve?"

"Ah, I was hoping you'd ask, Commodore."

Jack showed the palms of both of his hands, opened the cuffs of his shirt to show they had nothing in them while Norrington rolled his eyes and exhaled slowly from his nostrils. Jack clapped once, then through a sleight of hands, produced the once-pristine wig.

"See, it had no style. Looked like those belonging to all the other stuffed shirts that march about, shouting at their men, but you, Commodore, you are different. You don't mind dirtying your hands, you know a ship as well as a pirate, and I felt that your topper here should reflect your... individuality, as it were?"

He couldn't help that his mouth fell open at the sight. Jack's hands, resting on the table's edge and staying low, slid around to stand behind him, chin resting over James' shoulder, finger out and pointing to the various "improvements."

"Now, these shells I picked up after being thrown overboard when the ship's Captain found me with his wife, who happened to be onboard. Lovely woman. Had obviously been to Yokohama. I washed up on a lovely little island south of St. Croix. Pure white sand. Reminds me of your soul- "

James reared back with his shoulder, knocking the pirate off his feet momentarily.

"Now, now, Commodore -"

"Either kill me or toss me overboard, but I cannot take one more minute of your stupidity, nor your smell."

"I'm hurt." And indeed, Jack looked quite pained and clutched at his chest. "Here I am, reaching out to you, trying to make friends-"

"Friends? Have you forgotten that I hold everything about you in contempt? That if I had my sword - Please tell me you haven't traded my sword."

"Long thing? Shiny? Bit of a gold tassel on the handle? Never saw it."

"I'm warning you, Sparrow-"

"Warning me? Warning me. Warning. Me." Jack sat down in the vacated chair, clomped his boots onto the top of the small table, mindless of the spilt broth, and steepled his fingers under his nose to hide his wide smile. "See, James, that's what I adore about you. You're chained, starved, spat upon, defiled - well, not what anyone in my trade would call defiled, but that's beside the point. All this, and you are warning me.

"You know what you are, Commodore?"

"I daresay you'll enlighten me."

"You, me daring, dashing, darling James, you," Jack took a long drought from the cup of rum, "are a pirate."

~*~*~

"The Scourge was a wily, tricksy man and fought every chance he could while captive. They train a handful of officers in the sacred arts of the Chinee, you know."

"Yeh know, I wondered about that. Some are a bit too canny, yeh ken?"

The short, stout seaman polished off his ale and signaled for a new one. "Aye. The Scourge was one such man. How else can yeh explain the bastard being able t'escape Sparrow? Four times?"

James turned his face to the doorway to hide his chuckle. Twice. He had managed to get away twice, and only one time stuck. The first time was soon after his capture, when the damned pirate had adorned his powdered wig in baubles and ribbons and long matted braids that he had long-suspected belonged to Sparrow's own head. Jack had insulted him, but more importantly he had underestimated the Commodore.

James had feinted towards Sparrow, then quickly dodged out the doorway, up the short stairs, made the few steps to the rail and dove overboard. His hands, still chained, were useless to him, but his legs were strong. Perhaps. He had underestimated his own weakness from being hung and starved for the better portion of a week, and two deck hands made quick work of overtaking him, then hauling him up - by the chain, almost ripping his hands off in the process - and dumping him at the feet of Captain Jack Sparrow who looked shocked.

"I didn't even touch the hat, James!"

~*~*~

A few weeks passed, only this time, Commodore James Norrington was hobbled as well as shackled, and tied up in the hold. He tried to ignore the fact that after Jack brought his day's food, he would leave the door open to allow sunlight and fresh air in. And James was fairly certain that the rum he was getting was the same that Jack himself drank, and not the watered down version the crew was served. He didn't want any kindnesses from his captor, and was confused by the small acts of decency Jack showed him.

Almost as if the scurvy bastard wanted to be friends. James jingled the chain between his wrists and gave a hollow laugh, and felt the sore spot under his rib where he had been struck repeatedly by the large man, Turk. Some friend.

Jack had sent one of his shipmates in with food the last two turns, and there was a palpable excitement that came off the sailor. James wrinkled his nose in distaste. Not the only thing coming off the man, good lord. The boat was riding differently, and the raucous noises of the crew had quieted down during daylight. James knew they were close to shore.

The man smiled, showing his blackened gums and cackled. “Ye’ll see soon enough, yar.”

“Did you just say yar?

The man scowled and shuffled off, muttering. James attacked the food given him - red meat! - then clutched his jaw in pain. Nothing but broth and bread for the duration of his captivity had loosened his gums and made his mouth tender. He was determined to keep up his strength, however, and managed to worry the food down.

"I suspect you miss this, Commodore?"

James reached up and caught the small orange neatly from the air.

"Plenty more where that came from, don't be shy."

James struggled to peel the tough hide off the fruit, then sat back and sighed when Jack plucked it out of his hand, "Oh, allow me," used the sharp point of his tooth to get the peel going, then sectioned it.

James scowled and snatched the sections from Jack's hand. "I don't need a nursemaid."

"No. Of course you don't. Who on earth would ever say that-. Oh. Pardon. Seems like you need your pot tossed overboard, right?"

"One day, Sparrow, I'll have the great satisfaction of watching that hateful smirk of yours turned into a scream of pain as you hang."

"Hmmm. Most likely, but probably not today. Or tomorrow. Perhaps not for the next week, either, I'm terribly busy and- "

"Oh, would you please just shut up?"

James threw the remaining peelings into the dark corners of the hold. Jack sat back on his haunches and regarded the man chained before him.

"You aren't going to try anything stupid like jumping overboard and drowning, are you?"

"And why would you care?"

"Oh, but James, I've grown to care for you. Like a brother. You know, the good one that mother gave the best cuts of meat to and spoke to all the neighbors about. No, hang that, I hated me brother for that very reason. I just like having you under my thumb for a change. Also, there's the minor detail that we're currently wet-docked in a port crawling with pirates and they'll have no problems skinning you and sticking your head on a pike."

"And you care?"

"I don't want you dead Commodore. Where's the fun in that?"

"Fun? FUN!? Having me beaten, chained, starved... that's fun? Spare me from any more of your fun, if you please."

Jack's eyes narrowed dangerously and he leaned close, examining James intently. "Who beat you?"

It was James' turn to be shocked. He blinked a few times. "You didn't order it?" No, it looked like Jack was truly surprised and angered that he had been hurt.

Jack popped to his feet, held out a hand and said, "Let's get those cuffs off."

~*~

James tilted his chair back on two legs and rubbed the scar on his wrist. He had learned the hard way that while Jack Sparrow was very good at captaining a ship when drunk, he certainly should never be allowed the use of a hammer and nail when three sheets to the wind. He rubbed his eyes with a slight trembling in his hand at the memory.

~*~

"Good God, man, you'll take my hand off!"

"Nonsense. I just put the pokey thing...here. And then smash down as hard as I can and pray I don't hit your fingers, 's all."

He shoved Jack away with his shoulder and tried to hide behind a large cask in the hold. "I'd rather stay shackled, thanks."

Jack threw his arms wide, pouted, then staggered back to the cask, almost slipped backwards until he caught the lip of the cask with the hammer's head and pulled himself to rights. "Don't be ridiculous. One, two, " he pantomimed sticking the nail in the lock, then smashing down with the hammer, "and you're free!"

"And you are certain there's no key?"

Jack stopped, cocked his head and thought a minute. "No, I think I had that pair commissioned without any key on purpose. The ones with keys, well, Rachel made off with them. She promised to lock me up if I ever found her again, the little minx. Need to find her..."

"Never mind all that. You are not springing this lock in your present condition. Get someone else to do it."

"I'll give the orders, Commodore, this is my boat! Ship! She's mine! And I want those damn cuffs off. Hrm. Can't you- " Jack shook his hands hard and pretended he had freed them.

"Oh, imagine that. All I had to do was give my hands a shake."

"Your sarcasm won't work on me. Mostly because I like it too much. Right. That's it. Stretch your hands atop this cask here, wrists up, and I'll nip those off you quick as a cat."

James curled into the bulkhead as far from reach as he could get.

"Sunshine... Fresh fish... Fresh air...? No?" Jack scratched his chin with the claw of the hammer, trying to think of a way to convince Norrington. He then spent another few moments untangling the claw from his chin braids.

"Not really filling me with confidence in you, Sparrow. Just leave off and have your smithy do it later."

"Can't. Don't have one."

"Don't have- ! Then how the blazes do you repair the leaks on this dilapidated... Oh. I see."

Jack grinned, showing his gold teeth. "Had one. Had a few more men, besides. Seems like a few of them have been Shanghaied. 'Cept we're outside Haiti, so they've been Hatied. That's not a word, though. Should be. Bastards jumped ship. For women!"

"You've lost your crew?"

"No! Well, yes. Not all, just half. Three-quarters. Alright, four have stayed, but that's neither here nor there. Point is, I'm the only one's going to help you out of your predicament here. 'Course, I could just hand you over to the prostitutes floating next to us. 'M sure they could find something to do with a fine, upstanding man such as yourself. Especially one all chained up like they like."

Norrington flared his nostrils, closed his eyes for a moment of grace, then draped his wrists and manacles across the top of the large wine cask. "Don't. Miss."

Flash of gold. "Wouldn't dream of it, mate."

James winced in anticipation, face turned away slightly in case the worst happened. Jack set the heavy nail into the lock at a slight angle. "One." He set the face of the hammer on it and pulled back a bit and down to test the motion. "Two." He pulled his arm back quickly and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply.

"Don't close your eyes! OPEN YOUR DAMNED EYES YOU BLOODY PIRATE!!"

"Three!" He brought the hammer down with tremendous force, eyes shut, mouth twisted into a grimace and smacked the nail square on its head. And continued the downward motion which caused the nail to skitter off-course and slide across James' wrist and across the meaty pad at the base of his thumb, where it caught the skin on the top of his hand.

"AHHHHHHH!!"

"AHHHHHHH!!"

"What the bloody hell are you screaming for? It's my bloody hand!"

"Because that felt really weird! I mean, oh, sorry mate, didn't mean to hurt you and let's get something to wrap that up in-"

James jerked his wounded hand to his chest, "Don't touch me!"

Jack took a step back, showed his palms in answer then chewed the inside of his cheek and folded his arms. "Do you like merlot?"

"What?"

"Do you like merlot? I ask because it appears we've sprung a leak."

Jack rummaged about the hold and produced two finely jeweled goblets absconded from God knows where, filled them with the dark red liquid arcing out of the side of the cask where the hammer had bounced off, and stuck one goblet in James' good hand, then clinked them together.

"To freedom! Cheers, mate!"



~TBC, or I'll be hanged and gibbeted. No need: here there be fic continuation...

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Happy birthday to winterlive!! Your Ewan/Hayden fic is coming, PROMISE. Lurve my Weeenter.

Comments

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classics_lover
Feb. 16th, 2006 07:11 am (UTC)
"Did you just say yar?"

ZOMG! LOL!
I adore this fic! So well constructed, with the right amount of snark and pathos. And you have the two voices exactly right!

You should be proud of yourself! (Sparrington's not my OTP!)
stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 08:03 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! (And *gasp!* Sparrow and Norrington are the perfect foils for each other! *grins*)
classics_lover
Feb. 16th, 2006 09:08 am (UTC)
I'm a Norribeth fangirl. I'm in love with doomed romances.
But I do enjoy well-written Sparrington. (emphasis on well-written - I wouldn't be commenting if it wasn't well-written!)
stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 09:14 am (UTC)
Oh, if only I didn't loathe Keira Knightly... I'm a fan of that as well.

(and I'll just say that so far it's a comma between their names, not a slash...)

Thanks again for the compliments.
classics_lover
Feb. 17th, 2006 03:41 am (UTC)
Any time ;-)
jaekayelle
Feb. 16th, 2006 07:30 am (UTC)
And thus a scar was borne. *g* Poor sane, dignified James having to put up with a well-meaning, drunken Jack Sparrow. This fic is one giant gigglefest. :) :) :)
stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 08:04 am (UTC)
Thanks! (and, ahem, that could change... the gigglefest? You just never know. Except *I* do. And I'm not telling.)

:D
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stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 08:08 am (UTC)
*beams* I love that you pick up on all the little things I secretly adore about this story... (god, that's narcissistic.)

I'm just going to sit here for a minute and bask, then beam at you for making me write this in the first place, okay? *loves*
cherusha
Feb. 16th, 2006 08:22 am (UTC)
Yesyes, she must be thoroughly beamed at for her wonderful request.

*sits alongside and beams*
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stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 08:36 am (UTC)
Hooray! And guuuuuuuuuh to the younger Norrington icon. Mmm.

*gets back to wrapping up this fish tale*
cherusha
Feb. 16th, 2006 08:19 am (UTC)
*heart heart heart* This just gets better and better.

"Don't close your eyes! OPEN YOUR DAMNED EYES YOU BLOODY PIRATE!!"

Bwah! Sparrow obviously has The Force on his side. Oh, he lurves his dilapidated Pearl just like Han lurves the Millenium Falcon. ...And now I have a picture of Norrington with Leia's cinnamon bun hairdo saying in a haughty, skeptical voice: "You came in that thing? You're braver than I thought." Heh.
stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 08:39 am (UTC)
Okay, the Han/Sparrow thing is cracking me up. WHO'S SCRUFFY LOOKING?? (But please, no Luke/James connection. If anything, James is early Obi-Wan: I LOVED YOU! Wait... I'm seriously off track here.)

I have not abandoned you! I'm trying to dig my way out of an escape, sexual tension, and a one-armed pirate! *will get to the other thing posthaste*
cherusha
Feb. 16th, 2006 09:08 am (UTC)
No, but seriously. I loved the earlier thing with Jack calling Norrington "Your Eminence" as it reminded me of Han's sarcastic nickname for Leia ("Your Worshipfulness") - they were/are my Star Wars pairing of choice (boy do I have a type, huh?).

Dear God, no, James is so not Luke. Will is Luke - accept that's a bad comparison altogether because I actually like Luke. There's a hint of Leia in him, I think, with the superiority - not much though. Hm, maybe I just like the idea of James in that slave outfit. ;P
cherusha
Feb. 16th, 2006 09:08 am (UTC)
Other thing?
stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 09:12 am (UTC)
*cough* our other play place? I'm going to head out for some Thai (mmmm.) and then be back ready to go, milady.

(also: did you get the Cc'd emails?)
cherusha
Feb. 16th, 2006 09:17 am (UTC)
Ah. I am slow. Oh no, no need to hurry or anything. I'll be slow to respond this afternoon - more time in the evening :)

And yes! I did get them. *hearts you*
jedipirate
Feb. 16th, 2006 09:59 am (UTC)
*rabid, incoherent, squee-ish flail @ this conversation thread*
Yeeeeeee!

I have a sort of addiction to PotC/SW crossovers.

*insert shameless self-pimpage of latest fic*

Jack is so definitely the Han Solo of the Caribbean. But *gigglesnort* at the thought of Norrington as Leia! XD That works so well, its scary.
cherusha
Feb. 17th, 2006 10:08 am (UTC)
Ah, your icon is perfect!

Heh, R2 is such a diva. I wuv heeem.
kenazfiction
Feb. 16th, 2006 09:06 am (UTC)
This is just a riot!! Thank you!
stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 09:15 am (UTC)
No, no, thank you! More in the morning! (unless you're out of my timezone, then more in... 18 hours?)
jedipirate
Feb. 16th, 2006 10:04 am (UTC)
Good lord, I'm loving this story! Your characterizations are perfect, and I love how the story is being told both by the sailors in the bar and through James' own memories.

Can't wait for more! =D
stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 11:36 am (UTC)
Glad you are enjoying it! I had a blast writing it. More to come!
sinningia
Feb. 16th, 2006 10:21 am (UTC)
TBC, or I'll be hung and gibbeted. That's right, arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!

Want more! More!

Ah, so that's</i> how he got the scar. Should have expected it. This is Jack Sparrow we are talking about, after all ;)

~sinningia~
stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 11:35 am (UTC)
EXACTLY. More is coming! Thanks for the pep!
floweringjudas
Feb. 16th, 2006 11:18 am (UTC)
the beta says that should be HANGED and gibbeted. Possibly gibbetted. *whipcrack*
stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 11:35 am (UTC)
BWAH! But I'm a PICTURE. Wait... See? This is why betas are our friends. (And my Olde English reference has one "t" lass.)

*bares tush for another crack o'yer whip, yarrr*
pernickety
Feb. 16th, 2006 11:57 am (UTC)
“Did you just say yar?”
That had me in fits of giggles for some reason.

this is my boat! Ship!
eeeh hehe

Ouchie Norrington! I got phantom pain. But at least he now gets to drink wine with Sparrow.
stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 12:10 pm (UTC)
And lots and lots of wine - wouldn't want that entire cask to go bad... Okay, if they drank the whole thing they'd die. BUT! It's at least very good wine.

Yar.
sandsitive
Feb. 16th, 2006 12:51 pm (UTC)
You've done it again!
I swear I am going to get caught reading this at work and I can't wait and read it when I get home because, well because I just can't wait that long!! LOL Absolutely wonderful writing. I love the tempo and easy to follow antics of Jack and James. The part where....

"Don't close your eyes! OPEN YOUR DAMNED EYES YOU BLOODY PIRATE!!"

...had me about falling out of my chair! Your writing just makes it so easy to visualize. Looking forward to tomorrows installment!!
stoney321
Feb. 16th, 2006 04:06 pm (UTC)
Wheeee!! I want to come back in another life and write movies. So glad you're still enjoying this one... more soon!

*beams*
order_of_chaos
Feb. 16th, 2006 08:23 pm (UTC)
Strangulation sounds good. Jack rather deserves it.
Am enjoying this.
stoney321
Feb. 17th, 2006 06:08 am (UTC)
Glad you are! And thank you for taking the time to tell me so. Next part just went up, is linked above in this post.

Thank you!
zyrya
Mar. 27th, 2006 09:52 am (UTC)
Gorgeous dialogue, and the pacing is perfect. I love the small glimpses into Jack's life and the rich picture of life on board both ships.

One of my fic kinks is a properly written single POV, and you've done a magnificent job maintaining the suspense and drama. (And to clarify what I wrote earlier ... no, I don't think parodies are in the same league as serious stories. I'm not saying they're easy to write, but they don't make the same demands on the writer or the reader to engage with the characters and make the plot credible.)

Some small criticisms:

There's "split broth" in there, which ought to be "spilt".

I have a hard time believing that Norrington would suffer torture for a week just for a wig, but it's written so deftly that I can brush over that disbelief.

And Norrington would surely eat his orange peel, especially after noticing his teeth were suffering. Orange peel was eaten by the British until they (fruit, not the British) became commonplace after WWII.

Loving the story!
stoney321
Mar. 28th, 2006 10:13 am (UTC)
..erm, it's spelled "spilt." And thanks for the orange peel info = I started (about this chapter while writing it) getting heavy into little details (especially when James jumps ship in the following chpts) and my beta looked at me askance. "It's about the dialogue, Laura. Details are fine, but you've set this story up to move differently."

So I'm going to file the orange peel bit away for the next project, because I'd like a more prose based fic over dialogue to try something new. (I love details like that.)
zyrya
Mar. 28th, 2006 10:40 am (UTC)
Sorry, I thought I'd read "split". Reeding iz harde, especially with sans serif fonts.
beadattitude
Apr. 17th, 2006 09:41 am (UTC)
Oh, I LOVED it when Jack's braids got caught in the hammer! Hee!
stoney321
Apr. 17th, 2006 09:46 am (UTC)
HA! (And you read fast, yo!)

*squish*
beadattitude
Apr. 17th, 2006 09:54 am (UTC)
Aye, I do, no one ever believed me in grade school when we took those standardized tests. Couple of times they made me d them over.

I'm powering through! I'm sitting on the porch nursing my poor toe. I fell UP the stairs with my hands full in flipflops and man, it hurt like a m***f***! So I'm in my rocking chair with an ice pack, reading happily. And I might do some writing. I've been struggling with this Stargate:Atlantis fic that's been driving me insane for days. I don't know why I'm having such trouble with it.

::squishie squishie::
arwensong
Aug. 4th, 2006 03:21 am (UTC)
Two great chapters...must keep reading....yarr
stoney321
Aug. 4th, 2006 02:23 pm (UTC)
An' now I won't have ta keel-haul you fer complimentin' me so fine, yaarrr.
:)
brandil
Sep. 20th, 2006 07:33 pm (UTC)
I'm choking back laughter. I wish I were at home, or alone in the office so I could let it all out.
stoney321
Sep. 20th, 2006 08:02 pm (UTC)
Oh, yay you're reading this!! (This is secretly my most favorite story I've written - one no one on my flist read)

LAUGH. Tell the boss you're crazy and you need to go home early. Heee!
brandil
Sep. 20th, 2006 08:04 pm (UTC)
I wish, I've had nothing to do for WEEKS. Of course, that gives me plenty of time to read fanfic. For some reason they think I'm working when I'm reading.
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