Prompt: Pirate Attack!
Title: Pirate Attack!
Author: Binkie_86
Words: 1,066
Pairing: Norrington/Groves (Grovington)
Rating: PG to PG-13 for shameless flirting
Warnings: Slash, but nothing explicit. Un-beta’ed.
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its associated characters belong to Disney and I made no profit off of this fic. I only borrowed them for a bit.
Author's Notes: Slutbunny!Groves! Out-of-character silliness. Written mostly stream-of-conciousness, hence the choppiness. This might not be what the prompter intended (I apoligize if this is so), but my brain tends to lean a little on the dirty side. ;) Kudos to those who recognize the Ultraviolet reference. Hee.
In response to aletheiafelinea’s prompt: “A bigwig of the Admiralty is going to visit Port Royal. And he heard that there were complaints about pirate attacks recently. And Fort Charles' jail is currently empty, oh no! (hint: Lieutenant Groves looks fine in pirate garb, and didn't he always want to be one...?)”
“Theo, are you sure this is wise?”
“Yes, Andrew.”
“But, you know how he feels about them!”
“I do. Which is what makes this so perfect! Now, stop questioning my brilliance and hand me that eye patch.”
---
“So, tell me, Commodore Norrington, what is being done about these pirate attacks? We’ve heard precious little in Whitehall.”
“I can only say that we are doing all we can, Admiral. What we’ve done so far is obviously having some effect, as we haven’t had any sort of attack in the last few weeks. Our cells, I am happy to report, are currently empty.”
“Glad to hear it, Sir! Glad to hear it.” The admiral smiled.
There was the sudden sound of running feet outside the door, followed by an insistent knock. The door opened to reveal a pink-faced, sweating marine.
“Yes, Sergeant? What is it?”
“Pirate, Commodore! Caught him trying to come in through the front gate, Sir. He was armed.”
The admiral’s head swiveled around to look back at Norrington, curious as to how he was going to handle this situation.
James sighed. What timing! “Where is this pirate, now?”
“We apprehended him, Sir, and took him to the cells,” he replied, smiling, then frowned. “But, we did find something a little odd.”
“Yes?”
“Well…he didn’t put up much of a fight, Sir.”
James frowned himself. This pirate wanted to be caught? “Very well, Sergeant. I will be there presently.”
“Sir,” the marine replied and left.
“I’m sorry for this interruption, Admiral. Might we continue this discussion at a later time?”
“Of course.”
---
The pirate was waiting patiently on the floor of the cell, watching the clouds drift lazily by through the single, small window high in the wall. It was odd, he thought, to see the jail from this point of view, but he would be lying horribly if he said he didn’t find an odd thrill about this whole situation. He glanced down at himself, admiring how well his new outfit looked in its proper environment, and grinned. He quickly composed himself again when he heard footsteps behind him.
“On your feet, pirate,” came a voice. When the prisoner rose and turned to face the voice’s owner, green eyes widened, lips parting in surprise.
Theodore Groves took a deep breath and shifted his arms so that the chains about his wrists could jangle for effect. “Commodore Norrington, I wish to invoke the right of parlay.”
James couldn’t speak. What could he say when confronted with the sight of one of his lieutenants, one of his best men, dressed as a rogue, shackled, and on the wrong side of the prison bars? When he managed to find his voice again, his response was simple. “You’re the pirate?” he said.
“Yes, Sir…er…Aye!”
James smiled wickedly. This really shouldn’t be making him so happy, but he found that he just couldn’t help himself. “Very well, then, pirate. Since you have invoked the right to parlay…” He clasped his hands behind his back and stepped towards the bars, nose rising with an air of feigned self-importance. “What are your demands?”
The corner of Theodore’s mouth turned up in a grin, cocky and wicked. “Well, first of all, you can stop calling me ‘pirate.’ ‘Captain’ will suffice.”
James had to press his lips together to stop himself from laughing. It was comical to hear Groves speak with his usual posh accent whilst he was dressed in this manner, but James wasn’t about to ruin the moment by fussing over particulars. “As you wish, Captain.”
“Secondly, I’d like for you to come in here and remove these shackles.”
“And why would I want to do that?”
Theodore’s response was an enigmatic smile. He stepped forward to lean against the door and he peered through the bars at the Commodore. “I’ll give you an excuse,” he said.
Andrew Gillette strode full of purpose across the courtyard. This little charade had gone on for quite long enough! He meant to put an end to it…and his jealousy had absolutely nothing to do with it! At least, that’s what he told himself.
He had just started his descent down the steps to the jail below when a commanding and unfamiliar voice stopped him.
“Lieutenant!”
He spun around. “Admiral!” he blurted in surprise.
“Have you, by chance, seen Commodore Norrington? I would rather like to get this pirate attack business sorted as soon as possible, but he’s been gone for over half an hour!”
“Ah, yes, well…”
A clanging thud drifted up from the bottom of the steps.
“Oh! He’s still with the prisoner, is he? Well, why didn’t you say so, man!” The admiral moved for the steps but Andrew was quick to block his path.
“With all due respect, Sir…I wouldn’t.”
“Why on earth not?”
“Well…it’s only…”
The admiral was beginning to lose his patience. “Out with it, man!”
“Well, the commodore doesn’t like his, ehm…interrogations… interrupted, Sir.”
The clanging thud was heard again, followed by the loud rattle of shackles. A shuffling of feet and something hit the floor, prompting a grunt.
Andrew winced.
James appeared at the top of the steps a few minutes later, Groves in tow, looking flushed, but composed The admiral, seeing the prisoner out of his irons, was aghast. “Commodore Norrington! What is the meaning of this?”
“It was all a misunderstanding, Admiral,” he replied calmly. “Lieutenant Groves, apparently, took it upon himself to test our readiness with an impromptu pirate attack.”
Gillette squeaked.
The admiral was pleased. “Excellent work, Lieutenant Groves! Well done!” He clapped him on the shoulder. “Now, Commodore, if we may continue our earlier discussion…?”
“Of course.”
As the pair walked away, Groves removed his eye patch and began to rub the kohl from his eyes with the back of his hand.
Gillette stared at him with contempt, arms folded. “Pirate attack?!” he spat. Theodore laughed, but Andrew clearly didn’t see what was so amusing. “Define ‘attack.’”
Theodore rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t be so cross with me, Andrew!” he sang, starting to walk away. “You’ll be thanking me tomorrow morning.”
“And why on earth would I be doing that?!”
Groves paused and turned back to his friend. “Because I told him I had an accomplice,” he replied with a smile and tossed Andrew the eye patch.
Author: Binkie_86
Words: 1,066
Pairing: Norrington/Groves (Grovington)
Rating: PG to PG-13 for shameless flirting
Warnings: Slash, but nothing explicit. Un-beta’ed.
Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and its associated characters belong to Disney and I made no profit off of this fic. I only borrowed them for a bit.
Author's Notes: Slutbunny!Groves! Out-of-character silliness. Written mostly stream-of-conciousness, hence the choppiness. This might not be what the prompter intended (I apoligize if this is so), but my brain tends to lean a little on the dirty side. ;) Kudos to those who recognize the Ultraviolet reference. Hee.
In response to aletheiafelinea’s prompt: “A bigwig of the Admiralty is going to visit Port Royal. And he heard that there were complaints about pirate attacks recently. And Fort Charles' jail is currently empty, oh no! (hint: Lieutenant Groves looks fine in pirate garb, and didn't he always want to be one...?)”
“Theo, are you sure this is wise?”
“Yes, Andrew.”
“But, you know how he feels about them!”
“I do. Which is what makes this so perfect! Now, stop questioning my brilliance and hand me that eye patch.”
---
“So, tell me, Commodore Norrington, what is being done about these pirate attacks? We’ve heard precious little in Whitehall.”
“I can only say that we are doing all we can, Admiral. What we’ve done so far is obviously having some effect, as we haven’t had any sort of attack in the last few weeks. Our cells, I am happy to report, are currently empty.”
“Glad to hear it, Sir! Glad to hear it.” The admiral smiled.
There was the sudden sound of running feet outside the door, followed by an insistent knock. The door opened to reveal a pink-faced, sweating marine.
“Yes, Sergeant? What is it?”
“Pirate, Commodore! Caught him trying to come in through the front gate, Sir. He was armed.”
The admiral’s head swiveled around to look back at Norrington, curious as to how he was going to handle this situation.
James sighed. What timing! “Where is this pirate, now?”
“We apprehended him, Sir, and took him to the cells,” he replied, smiling, then frowned. “But, we did find something a little odd.”
“Yes?”
“Well…he didn’t put up much of a fight, Sir.”
James frowned himself. This pirate wanted to be caught? “Very well, Sergeant. I will be there presently.”
“Sir,” the marine replied and left.
“I’m sorry for this interruption, Admiral. Might we continue this discussion at a later time?”
“Of course.”
---
The pirate was waiting patiently on the floor of the cell, watching the clouds drift lazily by through the single, small window high in the wall. It was odd, he thought, to see the jail from this point of view, but he would be lying horribly if he said he didn’t find an odd thrill about this whole situation. He glanced down at himself, admiring how well his new outfit looked in its proper environment, and grinned. He quickly composed himself again when he heard footsteps behind him.
“On your feet, pirate,” came a voice. When the prisoner rose and turned to face the voice’s owner, green eyes widened, lips parting in surprise.
Theodore Groves took a deep breath and shifted his arms so that the chains about his wrists could jangle for effect. “Commodore Norrington, I wish to invoke the right of parlay.”
James couldn’t speak. What could he say when confronted with the sight of one of his lieutenants, one of his best men, dressed as a rogue, shackled, and on the wrong side of the prison bars? When he managed to find his voice again, his response was simple. “You’re the pirate?” he said.
“Yes, Sir…er…Aye!”
James smiled wickedly. This really shouldn’t be making him so happy, but he found that he just couldn’t help himself. “Very well, then, pirate. Since you have invoked the right to parlay…” He clasped his hands behind his back and stepped towards the bars, nose rising with an air of feigned self-importance. “What are your demands?”
The corner of Theodore’s mouth turned up in a grin, cocky and wicked. “Well, first of all, you can stop calling me ‘pirate.’ ‘Captain’ will suffice.”
James had to press his lips together to stop himself from laughing. It was comical to hear Groves speak with his usual posh accent whilst he was dressed in this manner, but James wasn’t about to ruin the moment by fussing over particulars. “As you wish, Captain.”
“Secondly, I’d like for you to come in here and remove these shackles.”
“And why would I want to do that?”
Theodore’s response was an enigmatic smile. He stepped forward to lean against the door and he peered through the bars at the Commodore. “I’ll give you an excuse,” he said.
Andrew Gillette strode full of purpose across the courtyard. This little charade had gone on for quite long enough! He meant to put an end to it…and his jealousy had absolutely nothing to do with it! At least, that’s what he told himself.
He had just started his descent down the steps to the jail below when a commanding and unfamiliar voice stopped him.
“Lieutenant!”
He spun around. “Admiral!” he blurted in surprise.
“Have you, by chance, seen Commodore Norrington? I would rather like to get this pirate attack business sorted as soon as possible, but he’s been gone for over half an hour!”
“Ah, yes, well…”
A clanging thud drifted up from the bottom of the steps.
“Oh! He’s still with the prisoner, is he? Well, why didn’t you say so, man!” The admiral moved for the steps but Andrew was quick to block his path.
“With all due respect, Sir…I wouldn’t.”
“Why on earth not?”
“Well…it’s only…”
The admiral was beginning to lose his patience. “Out with it, man!”
“Well, the commodore doesn’t like his, ehm…interrogations… interrupted, Sir.”
The clanging thud was heard again, followed by the loud rattle of shackles. A shuffling of feet and something hit the floor, prompting a grunt.
Andrew winced.
James appeared at the top of the steps a few minutes later, Groves in tow, looking flushed, but composed The admiral, seeing the prisoner out of his irons, was aghast. “Commodore Norrington! What is the meaning of this?”
“It was all a misunderstanding, Admiral,” he replied calmly. “Lieutenant Groves, apparently, took it upon himself to test our readiness with an impromptu pirate attack.”
Gillette squeaked.
The admiral was pleased. “Excellent work, Lieutenant Groves! Well done!” He clapped him on the shoulder. “Now, Commodore, if we may continue our earlier discussion…?”
“Of course.”
As the pair walked away, Groves removed his eye patch and began to rub the kohl from his eyes with the back of his hand.
Gillette stared at him with contempt, arms folded. “Pirate attack?!” he spat. Theodore laughed, but Andrew clearly didn’t see what was so amusing. “Define ‘attack.’”
Theodore rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t be so cross with me, Andrew!” he sang, starting to walk away. “You’ll be thanking me tomorrow morning.”
“And why on earth would I be doing that?!”
Groves paused and turned back to his friend. “Because I told him I had an accomplice,” he replied with a smile and tossed Andrew the eye patch.