Transformation (6)
Title: Transformation Chapter 6
Rating: Still PG (See AN)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Characters: Elizabeth, Norrington and Bootstrap
Summary: Bootstrap interferes and the pirates fates are discussed.
He had made his decision. They would go to the meeting point. He barked out the orders, and watched in satisfaction as his men scurried around, doing his bidding. It felt good to be in control of a ship of his own again. His mind wandered back to his plan. They would go. James would explain to Beckett that they had been forced to destroy Davy Jones’s heart when he had tried to take back the heart. Regrettably Mr Mercer had been caught in the cross fire and it had fallen to James to stab the heart. But of course Beckett should have no worries, after all James followed his orders well. It was imperative to keep Beckett and his men off of the Dutchman, James realized, he couldn’t afford to let Beckett get his hands on his heart. He still wasn’t sure what to do with Mercer, but he knew he had to keep him away from his master. He would need to find a moment to talk to Groves, he knew he was serving as the captain aboard the Endeavour, but hopefully he would agree to a slight demotion in exchange for regaining his honour.
Turner approached him, waiting respectfully for his captain to notice him. Bootstrap was amazed at the change that had come over the crew since the change of captain, and not just the physical changes. Everyone seemed much more disciplined, focused and even more respectful of each other. He watched the man before him, looking over the prow of the ship. He wasn’t the sort of man he would usually have sailed with, but he was grateful for his fairness and injection of new life to the Dutchman. The Captain turned, seeing him.
“Mr Turner.” He nodded his head in acknowledgment of his lieutenant.
“Commodore Norrington,” Some of the crew had called him Captain, but this title seemed to please him more, as if it were an old friend, “We are approaching the meeting point.”
James smiled and agreed with him. “Was there something else Lieutenant?”
There were in fact two other things that Bill wanted to put to him, but was unsure as to how he should broach the subjects, “Sir. You seemed to recognize my name when I introduced myself; I take it that you know my son? And if you know my son and I trust that you know that Elizabeth his wife to be?” He stammered out, James whirling around in rage.
“I know she is,” he roared, the hurt in his eyes flickering for all to see, “I am the one who gave her to him!” Without another word, or allowing Bill to redeem himself, he strode back to his cabin where Elizabeth waited - perhaps to prove his point.
Closing the door behind him he ran a hand over his wig. He shouldn’t have done that. Turner was out of line one part of his mind argued, maybe so, but he was right - the other chided. All thoughts of propriety were gone when he saw Elizabeth. She looked radiant. She was wearing a blue, corseted gown. It was nearly as beautiful as she was, he thought. She never would have gotten away with wearing such a dress in Port Royal - what made it simultaneously scandalous and breath-taking was that where the whale bones were stitched in, a different fabric had been laid over them, in a pale blue, underlining her fantastic hourglass shape. The dress was also off of her shoulders, and that combined with her long and loose hair made her look almost naked to his eyes.
Elizabeth let out a bell like laugh, startling him from his reverie.
“I take it you like it?” She teased him, eyes sparkling in that mischievous way that had been missing for so long. He had the urge to kiss her again, but instead gripped the handle of the door behind him, tightly.
“It is rather, ahem,” he stuttered and stammered, “fetching. If a little revealing. Where in God’s name did you find it?” Elizabeth scowled at him moodily and muttered something about finding it in his wardrobe, but didn’t push the matter. He was clearly distracted and she still had other things to ask.
“So what’s happening? Are we going to meet the others at Shipwreck Cove?” She asked curiously, despite her new found girlishness, brought on by the safety of being in James’ protection, she refused to be brushed aside. James turned and smiled somewhat patronisingly at her.
“No, no. We’re are meeting up with the Endeavour,” At her fleeting look of doubt he explained, “I’m going to see if we can get some more good men on this ship. I also want to know what they have planned.”
She acquiesced to his plan, but felt too afraid to ask any more. She knew he despised the things Beckett was doing and the way he ruined lives, but Beckett also offered an end to piracy - would he be able to resist that, she wondered? She hoped so, she dreaded the idea of having to choose a side. She stored that particular worry away for now, and in turn pressed James over another worry of hers.
“James?”
“Hmm?” He half answered as he undid his cravat and sat down on the loveseat opposite her.
“What will happen to my men?”
James looked down guiltily, he hadn’t forgotten about them, but she was sure not to like his decision. “Elizabeth, you know what I’ve always said,” with this she crossed the few steps between them and sitting down next to him she placed her hand over his mouth.
“I know, I know “any man sailing under a pirate brand or a pirate flag will get what he deserves, a short stop and a sudden drop”” she spoke, mimicking his deep drawl, “But please James, they are my men. Can’t you make and exception?” Whilst James’ mouth was closed, his eyebrows seemed to working overtime, to convey his annoyance and disapproval. She took her hand from his face, waiting for an answer.
“I’m sorry Elizabeth,” she bowed her head in defeat, “But any man that I find with brands on their arms must be punished,” he watched her and pity flooded him, “However, of course, if I am unable to find a brand then they may go free.” Elizabeth snapped up her head and smiled coyly at him. She stood, excusing herself and made to leave the room, before she reached the door though, she spun on her heel and rushing back to him, she planted a kiss full on his mouth before leaving without another word. James sat back in shock. What had he gotten himself into?
AN: Ok, Bootstrap's getting annoying but he'll be gone soon! I promise. Anyhoo, about the rating, would anyone like to see, later on, a few more "risque" scenes? Let me know!
Rating: Still PG (See AN)
Disclaimer: Not mine
Characters: Elizabeth, Norrington and Bootstrap
Summary: Bootstrap interferes and the pirates fates are discussed.
He had made his decision. They would go to the meeting point. He barked out the orders, and watched in satisfaction as his men scurried around, doing his bidding. It felt good to be in control of a ship of his own again. His mind wandered back to his plan. They would go. James would explain to Beckett that they had been forced to destroy Davy Jones’s heart when he had tried to take back the heart. Regrettably Mr Mercer had been caught in the cross fire and it had fallen to James to stab the heart. But of course Beckett should have no worries, after all James followed his orders well. It was imperative to keep Beckett and his men off of the Dutchman, James realized, he couldn’t afford to let Beckett get his hands on his heart. He still wasn’t sure what to do with Mercer, but he knew he had to keep him away from his master. He would need to find a moment to talk to Groves, he knew he was serving as the captain aboard the Endeavour, but hopefully he would agree to a slight demotion in exchange for regaining his honour.
Turner approached him, waiting respectfully for his captain to notice him. Bootstrap was amazed at the change that had come over the crew since the change of captain, and not just the physical changes. Everyone seemed much more disciplined, focused and even more respectful of each other. He watched the man before him, looking over the prow of the ship. He wasn’t the sort of man he would usually have sailed with, but he was grateful for his fairness and injection of new life to the Dutchman. The Captain turned, seeing him.
“Mr Turner.” He nodded his head in acknowledgment of his lieutenant.
“Commodore Norrington,” Some of the crew had called him Captain, but this title seemed to please him more, as if it were an old friend, “We are approaching the meeting point.”
James smiled and agreed with him. “Was there something else Lieutenant?”
There were in fact two other things that Bill wanted to put to him, but was unsure as to how he should broach the subjects, “Sir. You seemed to recognize my name when I introduced myself; I take it that you know my son? And if you know my son and I trust that you know that Elizabeth his wife to be?” He stammered out, James whirling around in rage.
“I know she is,” he roared, the hurt in his eyes flickering for all to see, “I am the one who gave her to him!” Without another word, or allowing Bill to redeem himself, he strode back to his cabin where Elizabeth waited - perhaps to prove his point.
Closing the door behind him he ran a hand over his wig. He shouldn’t have done that. Turner was out of line one part of his mind argued, maybe so, but he was right - the other chided. All thoughts of propriety were gone when he saw Elizabeth. She looked radiant. She was wearing a blue, corseted gown. It was nearly as beautiful as she was, he thought. She never would have gotten away with wearing such a dress in Port Royal - what made it simultaneously scandalous and breath-taking was that where the whale bones were stitched in, a different fabric had been laid over them, in a pale blue, underlining her fantastic hourglass shape. The dress was also off of her shoulders, and that combined with her long and loose hair made her look almost naked to his eyes.
Elizabeth let out a bell like laugh, startling him from his reverie.
“I take it you like it?” She teased him, eyes sparkling in that mischievous way that had been missing for so long. He had the urge to kiss her again, but instead gripped the handle of the door behind him, tightly.
“It is rather, ahem,” he stuttered and stammered, “fetching. If a little revealing. Where in God’s name did you find it?” Elizabeth scowled at him moodily and muttered something about finding it in his wardrobe, but didn’t push the matter. He was clearly distracted and she still had other things to ask.
“So what’s happening? Are we going to meet the others at Shipwreck Cove?” She asked curiously, despite her new found girlishness, brought on by the safety of being in James’ protection, she refused to be brushed aside. James turned and smiled somewhat patronisingly at her.
“No, no. We’re are meeting up with the Endeavour,” At her fleeting look of doubt he explained, “I’m going to see if we can get some more good men on this ship. I also want to know what they have planned.”
She acquiesced to his plan, but felt too afraid to ask any more. She knew he despised the things Beckett was doing and the way he ruined lives, but Beckett also offered an end to piracy - would he be able to resist that, she wondered? She hoped so, she dreaded the idea of having to choose a side. She stored that particular worry away for now, and in turn pressed James over another worry of hers.
“James?”
“Hmm?” He half answered as he undid his cravat and sat down on the loveseat opposite her.
“What will happen to my men?”
James looked down guiltily, he hadn’t forgotten about them, but she was sure not to like his decision. “Elizabeth, you know what I’ve always said,” with this she crossed the few steps between them and sitting down next to him she placed her hand over his mouth.
“I know, I know “any man sailing under a pirate brand or a pirate flag will get what he deserves, a short stop and a sudden drop”” she spoke, mimicking his deep drawl, “But please James, they are my men. Can’t you make and exception?” Whilst James’ mouth was closed, his eyebrows seemed to working overtime, to convey his annoyance and disapproval. She took her hand from his face, waiting for an answer.
“I’m sorry Elizabeth,” she bowed her head in defeat, “But any man that I find with brands on their arms must be punished,” he watched her and pity flooded him, “However, of course, if I am unable to find a brand then they may go free.” Elizabeth snapped up her head and smiled coyly at him. She stood, excusing herself and made to leave the room, before she reached the door though, she spun on her heel and rushing back to him, she planted a kiss full on his mouth before leaving without another word. James sat back in shock. What had he gotten himself into?
AN: Ok, Bootstrap's getting annoying but he'll be gone soon! I promise. Anyhoo, about the rating, would anyone like to see, later on, a few more "risque" scenes? Let me know!