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Title: You Had a Charming Air, All Cheap and Debonair, Part 10/15
Author: Stoney321
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating/Pairing: PG-13 / Sparrow, 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, Disney would hurt me if I tried. Also, I am not responsible for any genocides, tidal waves, or the invention of Dr. Pepper.
A/N: Betas. They're the new black. Mine are cherusha andfloweringjudas for this tale of the sea.

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You Had a Charming Air, All Cheap and Debonair

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Commodore James Norrington of His Britannic Majesty's Navy did not run. He was a man who stood his ground. Who vanquished his foe. Who was promoted as a result of his bravery in the face of adversity.

He was also a man without a platoon of able-bodied marines armed with musket and bravery. He had no sword, no dirk, no firearm of any sort. What he did have was a pair of sopping wet breeches, a lascivious and wanton redhead attempting to climb into his lap, two hired assassins within arm's reach of his person, and a disgruntled pirate looking at him with chagrin.

"Jim! Make a ru- Oh, bugger this."

Sparrow whirled the willing redhead into the path of the two would-be killers to trip them up and ran for the door, arms flailing in front of him. James ducked low and narrowly missed one man's arms coming at him in a bear's grasp. He kicked back hard with his foot, sending his chair crashing backwards. There was a satisfying crunch as it connected with one of the men's bodies. Keeping his own body low, he dodged through the crowd and raced out the door.

Jack Sparrow was nowhere to be found.


"Wake up, MacDougal. Don't hafta be back on the ship until morning, and I plan to drink until they log me in, so wake up and get on with it."

MacDougal snorted, rubbed his eyes and drank a bit of the froth from the top of his newly filled mug.

"Where was I now?"

"Sparrow made his escape from the noose and The Scourge."

"Oh, right, right. Sparrow... he made his escape from the noose. And The Scourge that very night."

"Ach, yer telling it fine. Get on with it now."

"He slipped away after a kebbie-lebbie in the Drunken Eel-"

"Oh, I remember Maisri just fine. God love her..."

"Do you want your story or dontcha?" MacDougal fixed a sinister glare on his one-eyed friend, then picked up his tale again, "Old Jack slipped away after a brawl with two roughnecks, overcame a handful of King's Guards and stole away on his ghost of a ship..."

As MacDougal trailed off with yet another exaggerated account of Captain Jack's exploits, James sighed and harumphed to himself. That man gets more undeserved credit than- Absurd. Completely absurd.


James Norrington stood bandy-legged in the shadows next to the entrance of the pub he had just run out of looking for Jack Sparrow. Regardless of the hour, the streets were filled with drunken sailors, merchants rolling large casks to and from the docks, and women of ill-repute looking to earn a coin. Speaking of...

James slapped away the hands of one of the more aggressive ladies and kept moving, a frown of disgust as the soddened material of his breeches rubbed his thighs in an uncomfortable manner. Contrary to popular opinion, James knew that Jack was not truly capable of disappearing into thin air. The problem with catching a pirate... was that he was a pirate.

The Pearl.

It didn't matter that there were guards watching the ship. Norrington was sure Jack would attempt to take her back and make an escape. Almost impossible to do on his own, however. He ran towards the docks which was just at the end of the cobbled alleyway he was currently on. The alley opened up onto the row of piers and there, to the left, was The Black Pearl. There were two soldiers in red coats standing just at her gangway. Completely forgetting his attire in his need to find Sparrow, he ran up to the soldiers.

And found Jack. Talking with them. One of whom had a coat that barely covered his round belly, the other slumped against-

"James! There you are. Thought you'd decided to lose your head. Like this fellow here, oh, now don't look like that, he's just going to wake up with the hell of a headache, is all."

"M-Mr. Gibbs?"

The man in the ill-fitting uniform laughed and snapped to attention. "At your service, Jim."

James started and faced Sparrow who had been grinning until face to face with Norrington's wrath. He quickly sobered up. "Now, I don't think it prudent to invite any unwanted murderers to our conversations, Jim, do you? Now get onboard and help us get the Pearl back out to sea."

"If you believe for one second that I-"

"Don't love a good drink? Fancy a pretty girl? Love the sea and the freedom she offers? Fine, fine, I believe, I believe, now get yer bloomin' arse on board."

Jack held on to the rope that served as a handrail to the gangplank and swung close and into James' face. "We're being followed. Move."

He swung backwards and hopped up the gangplank, jumped onto the deck of his ship and hollered down, "Unless you want to die. Fine by me, either way."

The soldier who was passed out would most likely be safe until his shift change. James leaned forward and was blasted with the strong odor of rum pouring off the man in waves. At least they hadn't done anything unlawful to the poor sot. Every ounce of his training, every bit of his moral fiber was screaming at him to call 'round the guards and have the two outlaws strung up, but for the first time in his life, his beloved Navy had turned on him. A colleague was now the enemy, and- No. He couldn't bring himself to go further down that path of thought.

The Pearl before him swayed gently on the water. The sounds of whispered voices and quieted footsteps could be heard from within its belly; Mr. Gibbs had obviously allowed a few more of Jack's crewmen onboard before James' arrival. Several splashing sounds indicated that the men were putting to oars and the great anchor was being weighed.

"Jame- Jim! Now or never, mate. It's your neck." James looked up and saw Jack with his foot resting on the gangplank, ready to shove it off the railing of the ship so they could be off.

"There he is!"

A loud voice and a crash from several yards behind James quickly decided his fate for him. The two hired cutthroats had found them. James swore under his breath and ran up the gangplank, took Jack's outstretched hand and was heaved on board just as the boat gave a shudder and began its laborious task of moving back to sea. The wooden gangplank fell into the water with a large splash just as one of the men had taken a few steps up the wood. He gave a loud yawp and fell face first into the murky water of the bay.

Jack hollered to the crew to work faster, then took the helm with James hot on his heels. The men below pulled their oars in while the deckhands unfurled the remaining sails. the Pearl caught a breeze and moved out of the harbor, steadily picking up speed. James, with a heavy heart, gripped the railing tightly and watched the shoreline slowly shrink from view.

"Welcome aboard, Mate."

He hung his head. The wind ruffled the end of the scarf still tied securely in place. He whipped it off, cast it to the deck, and stomped on it.

"Easy now, that's me second best! And I'll take a bit of tea. In me rooms, of course." Jack grinned from ear to ear, then began whistling as he guided his beloved ship back onto open waters.

James Norrington's enemy had become his ally.

~TBC, Right here, in fact.

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( 20 comments — Leave a comment )
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Feb. 24th, 2006 10:44 am (UTC)
What a lovely thing to say, thank you! I'm glad you feel the characterization is decent - that's the main goal I strive for in anything I write, so yay!

Thanks again, and more coming soon!
Feb. 24th, 2006 11:22 am (UTC)
Before I start reading this masterpiece, i just wanted to goose you and telll you that I adore the title!

Feb. 24th, 2006 12:43 pm (UTC)
Ahaha!! Are you familiar with The Decemberists? We love them in our house. Their song about the two mariners is what inspired this whole thing.

And... do you mean to say that someone from my FLIST is going to READ THIS????!!! *passes out from shock*

SUSI! *squish*
Feb. 24th, 2006 03:32 pm (UTC)
I love Norrington he's cute
Oh I love James/Jack they are just so cute and I love
your icon *sighs* pretty eyes more please.
Feb. 24th, 2006 05:13 pm (UTC)
He's pretty in that picture, huh? It's from a show in Aus/NZ: "Mary Bryant."

More soon, and thanks!
Feb. 24th, 2006 04:21 pm (UTC)
Wow, I am in awe.
I love how you've written this. The plot itself is astounding.
Feb. 24th, 2006 05:12 pm (UTC)
oh, you! Well, thank you very much. More soon!
Feb. 24th, 2006 05:25 pm (UTC)
"Easy now, that's me second best! And I'll take a bit of tea. In me rooms, of course."

Yay! I love it when Norrington's all aggravated and long-suffering.

Your story = wonderful.

And have super fun this weekend!!!
Mar. 2nd, 2006 05:46 am (UTC)

Feb. 25th, 2006 06:48 am (UTC)
I'm still here, still loving.

And that opening sentence is just superb.
And, I don't know if I mentioned it before or not, but I love your two storytellers, interrupting one another, and exaggerating, and entertaining James. :-)

Great stuff.

And have fun this weekend!
Mar. 2nd, 2006 05:46 am (UTC)
Thank you, thank you, am back, have posted the next part!
Feb. 25th, 2006 06:21 pm (UTC)
This is so vivid, and so much fun.
Mar. 2nd, 2006 05:46 am (UTC)
Heh, so glad you think so! (Next bit just went up.)
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Mar. 2nd, 2006 05:47 am (UTC)
Oh, thanks! Hope you're still enjoying, and the next part has just gone up, link up top in this post.

Feb. 27th, 2006 06:51 am (UTC)

I am still reading this, of course, just had no time to over the last few days.
And I'm still adoring this story, and it keeps getting more interesting with each chapter! Good work!

Mar. 2nd, 2006 05:48 am (UTC)
Glad to hear it, thank you so very much, and I've just posted the next bit!
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Mar. 2nd, 2006 05:49 am (UTC)
HELLO!!! I'm glad to see your name around these parts again! (OH, and I got your post card - Morgan is taking it to school to show off the "school in outer space." You are SO lovely, Anne.)

As for the three steps ahead, we'll just have to see. :D I've just posted the next bit, the link is up top at the end of the TBC.

*smoooooch* (I'm glad you're still enjoying your story.)
Mar. 27th, 2006 10:38 am (UTC)
(Is 'soddened' a word?)

(Also, help us get he Pearl back and every whit his moral fiber.)

Such a fast-moving plot! I'm loving the twists and turns.
Apr. 17th, 2006 11:00 am (UTC)
YAY! oOoooooh, I'm going to be so sad when this is done.
Apr. 17th, 2006 11:05 am (UTC)
*dies from icon cuteness*

Oh, and: ♥

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Are You Actually

Reading this? I'm just curious. Because that's really detail-oriented of you. Feel free to stop reading. But you can see that there's more here, so are you going to keep reading? Really? That's pretty dedicated. I'm impressed. No, really. I'm not being sarcastic, why do you get like that? See, this is the problem I have with your mother - yes. YES. I'm going there. It's time we put all of our cards on the table.

I love you, why are you doing this? After all we've been through? You don't have to be like this. You know, still reading. You could be baking a pie. And then sharing it with me.

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