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Title: CJS
Pairing: James/Jack James/Everyone [whore!james]
Rating: PG-13 [for now]
Disclaimer: No I don't own these people..... ::emo!cry::
Summary: Will stiffened, "You've done everything in your power to send him to the noose and now you're running across the ocean to find him?"James pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, "Then I would assume it's safe to say I've had a change of heart. So to speak."
theres a reference to the amazing story "A Matter Of Rules" with the song Bloody Pirates. I didn't write the story, but I love it.
James' slowly woke, his face buried in the satin sheets, and stretched, yawning at great length. Rising he found, much to his surprise that Ragetti curled himself up just inside the door. Pulling on his breeches he moved to Ragetti's sleeping form, nudging him lightly with his toes. James' hands rest at his hips, waiting for the pirate to sit up.
"I'm sorry sir, I was so tired. I snuck in f'er a nap s'all."
James actually felt bad for him, "It's all right, Ragetti. Don't make a habit of it."
The door opened, hitting Ragetti with full force. "James-"
"Ow ye' stupid girl! Stupid, stupid poppet!" Ragetti rubbed the back of his head, making his way out onto the deck.
James' gaze focused on Elizabeth, his cheeks filling with a light blush as he didn't have his breeches properly laced or his shirt on.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, but land is in sight."
Moving to the small bureau he opened the first drawer, taking the first shirt that graced his fingertips. “Very well, I'll be on deck in a few moments.”
Elizabeth nodded, watching him momentarily before leaving the room.
James sighed, sitting himself on the side of the bed. Allowing his forehead to rest in his hands he stared at the neatly folded fabric on his lap. He was certain he'd regret this entire journey before it even began. His fingertips made their way through bed mussed hair, straightening it out before unfolding the shirt to be put on. Standing the fabric slid effortlessly over his toned form, two feet shoved hastily into old, worn boots. James clomped across the floorboards to the door, not bothering to tie his hair up or tuck his shirt in. Moving to the Helm he smiled at Will.
“Good morning Mister Turner.”
Will nodded in greeting, taking a step back from the wheel so James could take it in his own hands. “Tortuga is nearly a breath away as is Mister Gibbs. How do you propose we find him?”
Smirking to himself he took the wheel into calloused hands, “I have no doubt in my mind we will find him at the Faithful Bride, which is also where I suspect we'll find the rest of Captain Sparrow's miscreants.”
“After the Kraken I'm afraid all thats left is Cotton and what you see before you.”
James sighed, the dock inches away, “Prepare to go ashore! Your return by nightfall is not expected, it's an oder!” He watched the small crew run about tying down the sails and finally the ship itself. The gangplank reached the deck, the measly amount of men running to the tavern.
He watched them until he could make out their figures no longer, dipping his hand into his inner breast pocket. Opening the compass his brows furrowed, the needle rotated around the device. James sighed, staring at it as he walked about town. The needle stopped, causing him to move to his left. The needle spun again, moving him to the right. Taking his gaze off the compass, his eyes widened.
“Where is he?” He spoke aloud to the figure, the compass threatening to slip from his grasp.
The figure stepped forward, a puff of smoke encompassing James' head. “Do you think it's wise to tempt me Admiral Norrington?”
James took a step back the hooded figure's voice sending a chill down his spine, “I control you and your servants now. You are no longer a free man Davey Jones.” His free hand traveled to the beating satchel, ready to defend it with his life. “Where did your hell hound spit him out? I demand to know!”
Davey Jones took a few, thunking steps forward, one tentacle reaching out to caress James' cheek. “Follow me, boy.”
James' flesh crawled at the slimy touch, quickly wiping his face onto the arm of his jacket. He followed slowly behind, tucking the compass back into his pocket. His now free hand rest on the hilt of his sword, keeping a safe distance behind the huddled form. Ducking they entered a small room, filled with weeping citizens and candles. He paused, spotting Jack's pale figure on top of a table towards the front of the room. Slowly he made his way to the table, grimacing as he hoisted the slimy man over his shoulder. He watched the mass of people, probably too drunk to retaliate and for that he was happy.
He ducked, nearly hitting his head on the door frame, struggling with the dead weight over his shoulder. He paced himself, the thunk of Davey Jones following behind him.
“Give me what belongs to me, boy.”
James smirked smugly, turning to see the other over Jack's stiff form. “You'll receive the package when I'm done using you to your full advantage.”
Davey's eyes widened, teeth gritting beyond elasten flesh, “My patience is running out with ye'.”
“And you'll do what? Hobble behind me until I trip you?” James turned, speaking over his shoulder, “Your my pawn, Mister Jones. Start acting like it.” Soon his boots clomped up the gangplank, tired determination leading him to his Cabin.
James dropped the body on the bed, it's eyes flying open. Eliciting a jump and girlish scream from James, the lids remained open mocking his nerves. Moving to the side of the bed he ran a hand down Jack's cold face, closing such perfectly lined orbs. Sighing he gazed out the window, the sun daring to disappear behind the horizon. His crew, including Gibbs and Cotton should be making their way back momentarily and all he could do was wait. Wait and stare at the adventure that lay in his bedsheets.
“Sir!”
His eyes darted to the cabin door, “Enter.”
The door swung open throwing Gibbs into sight. “Cap'n Norrin'ton. Long time no see, mate.” He took a few steps further into the cabin, noting the still figure on the bed, “I guess that'll be meaning a straight course for Tia Dalma's shack.”
James nodded, smiling warmly to the man, “Indeed it has been a long time.” He turned away from the window, obscuring the view of Jack. “And yet you still know me like a book, eh?”
“I've known ye' since ye'r,” Gibbs leaned in whispering, “piratin' days, sir.”
James smirked knowingly, “Indeed you have.” He moved to the door, Gibbs following, “Push the ship hard, we haven't got much time.”
Gibbs nodded, “Aye sir.” He headed out onto the deck, “Alright listen up the lot of ye'! We're headed t'Tia Dalma's shack in a general..” He looked about himself and then finally to James.
James tossed the compass to Gibbs, Gibbs opening it and peering at it before speaking again
“In a general North East direction.”
James watched the unmoving crew, “You heard the man, MOVE!”
The ship sprang to life, coming about and heading for her destination without fail. James returned to his Cabin, leaving Gibbs in charge and himself to a corpse. Seating himself at the desk he peered at the figure, his nerves and subconscious getting the best of him. He removed his jacket, throwing it in the general direction of the body and watched it land; half covering the grim Captain. Rising he cursed the jacket and moved it to cover as much of the figure as possible. Reaching into the top breast pocket of the jacket he removed his glasses and returned to his seat at the desk. Pushing the frames to his nose he opened his journal, penning a few thoughts down.
It was nearly midday and James still sat at his desk, quill in hand, nodding in and out of sleep. His head slowly fell, the glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose to gently pinch his nostrils. James jumped, eyes fleeting open, body stiffening as if someone were to catch him. 'Just you and that insufferable corpse.' His eyes narrowed as he calmed down and James laid the quill on the oak desk, taking his glasses in his right hand. He sat up, gaze falling to his wrist, the delicate fabric covering his most valuable secret. His left hand moved to stroke the cloth, almost in thanks for protecting him. James moved his feet from the top of his desk to the floor with a thud. Rising his knees creaked in protest before his boots brought him on deck.
“Mornin' Cap'n!” Gibbs declared, “We're naught but a days time from the swamps.”
James nodded in greeting, “Very good news, Mister Gibbs.” Moving to the Helm he ran his hands over the wheel, gripping it as the waves became choppy. “Go below deck and get some rest Gibbs.”
“Aye Cap'n. Shall I return to the helm when I wake?”
James nodded, “No, I plan to have us there by then.”
Gibbs raised a brow, “Best not t'question the Cap'ns logic.”
James smiled, the sun beating down upon his lightly tanned face.
“How do you plan to get us there in such good time?”
“Dear Will, it is not how you need to be worrying about, but why.”
The boy's face contorted, a laugh escaping his lips.
An aristocratic brow raised in protest, “Whats so funny, Mister Turner?”
“It's just that, you sounded just like Jack.”
James gritted his teeth, waving the boy away and focused his attention on the sea. Closing his eyes he willed the ship to go faster; to his surprise it seemed to. Silently he hummed the familiar melody to 'Bloody Pirates', a smile gracing his otherwise stern face.
Title: CJS
Pairing: James/Jack James/Everyone [whore!james]
Rating: PG-13 [for now]
Disclaimer: No I don't own these people..... ::emo!cry::
Summary: Will stiffened, "You've done everything in your power to send him to the noose and now you're running across the ocean to find him?"James pursed his lips and gritted his teeth, "Then I would assume it's safe to say I've had a change of heart. So to speak."
theres a reference to the amazing story "A Matter Of Rules" with the song Bloody Pirates. I didn't write the story, but I love it.
James' slowly woke, his face buried in the satin sheets, and stretched, yawning at great length. Rising he found, much to his surprise that Ragetti curled himself up just inside the door. Pulling on his breeches he moved to Ragetti's sleeping form, nudging him lightly with his toes. James' hands rest at his hips, waiting for the pirate to sit up.
"I'm sorry sir, I was so tired. I snuck in f'er a nap s'all."
James actually felt bad for him, "It's all right, Ragetti. Don't make a habit of it."
The door opened, hitting Ragetti with full force. "James-"
"Ow ye' stupid girl! Stupid, stupid poppet!" Ragetti rubbed the back of his head, making his way out onto the deck.
James' gaze focused on Elizabeth, his cheeks filling with a light blush as he didn't have his breeches properly laced or his shirt on.
"I didn't mean to disturb you, but land is in sight."
Moving to the small bureau he opened the first drawer, taking the first shirt that graced his fingertips. “Very well, I'll be on deck in a few moments.”
Elizabeth nodded, watching him momentarily before leaving the room.
James sighed, sitting himself on the side of the bed. Allowing his forehead to rest in his hands he stared at the neatly folded fabric on his lap. He was certain he'd regret this entire journey before it even began. His fingertips made their way through bed mussed hair, straightening it out before unfolding the shirt to be put on. Standing the fabric slid effortlessly over his toned form, two feet shoved hastily into old, worn boots. James clomped across the floorboards to the door, not bothering to tie his hair up or tuck his shirt in. Moving to the Helm he smiled at Will.
“Good morning Mister Turner.”
Will nodded in greeting, taking a step back from the wheel so James could take it in his own hands. “Tortuga is nearly a breath away as is Mister Gibbs. How do you propose we find him?”
Smirking to himself he took the wheel into calloused hands, “I have no doubt in my mind we will find him at the Faithful Bride, which is also where I suspect we'll find the rest of Captain Sparrow's miscreants.”
“After the Kraken I'm afraid all thats left is Cotton and what you see before you.”
James sighed, the dock inches away, “Prepare to go ashore! Your return by nightfall is not expected, it's an oder!” He watched the small crew run about tying down the sails and finally the ship itself. The gangplank reached the deck, the measly amount of men running to the tavern.
He watched them until he could make out their figures no longer, dipping his hand into his inner breast pocket. Opening the compass his brows furrowed, the needle rotated around the device. James sighed, staring at it as he walked about town. The needle stopped, causing him to move to his left. The needle spun again, moving him to the right. Taking his gaze off the compass, his eyes widened.
“Where is he?” He spoke aloud to the figure, the compass threatening to slip from his grasp.
The figure stepped forward, a puff of smoke encompassing James' head. “Do you think it's wise to tempt me Admiral Norrington?”
James took a step back the hooded figure's voice sending a chill down his spine, “I control you and your servants now. You are no longer a free man Davey Jones.” His free hand traveled to the beating satchel, ready to defend it with his life. “Where did your hell hound spit him out? I demand to know!”
Davey Jones took a few, thunking steps forward, one tentacle reaching out to caress James' cheek. “Follow me, boy.”
James' flesh crawled at the slimy touch, quickly wiping his face onto the arm of his jacket. He followed slowly behind, tucking the compass back into his pocket. His now free hand rest on the hilt of his sword, keeping a safe distance behind the huddled form. Ducking they entered a small room, filled with weeping citizens and candles. He paused, spotting Jack's pale figure on top of a table towards the front of the room. Slowly he made his way to the table, grimacing as he hoisted the slimy man over his shoulder. He watched the mass of people, probably too drunk to retaliate and for that he was happy.
He ducked, nearly hitting his head on the door frame, struggling with the dead weight over his shoulder. He paced himself, the thunk of Davey Jones following behind him.
“Give me what belongs to me, boy.”
James smirked smugly, turning to see the other over Jack's stiff form. “You'll receive the package when I'm done using you to your full advantage.”
Davey's eyes widened, teeth gritting beyond elasten flesh, “My patience is running out with ye'.”
“And you'll do what? Hobble behind me until I trip you?” James turned, speaking over his shoulder, “Your my pawn, Mister Jones. Start acting like it.” Soon his boots clomped up the gangplank, tired determination leading him to his Cabin.
James dropped the body on the bed, it's eyes flying open. Eliciting a jump and girlish scream from James, the lids remained open mocking his nerves. Moving to the side of the bed he ran a hand down Jack's cold face, closing such perfectly lined orbs. Sighing he gazed out the window, the sun daring to disappear behind the horizon. His crew, including Gibbs and Cotton should be making their way back momentarily and all he could do was wait. Wait and stare at the adventure that lay in his bedsheets.
“Sir!”
His eyes darted to the cabin door, “Enter.”
The door swung open throwing Gibbs into sight. “Cap'n Norrin'ton. Long time no see, mate.” He took a few steps further into the cabin, noting the still figure on the bed, “I guess that'll be meaning a straight course for Tia Dalma's shack.”
James nodded, smiling warmly to the man, “Indeed it has been a long time.” He turned away from the window, obscuring the view of Jack. “And yet you still know me like a book, eh?”
“I've known ye' since ye'r,” Gibbs leaned in whispering, “piratin' days, sir.”
James smirked knowingly, “Indeed you have.” He moved to the door, Gibbs following, “Push the ship hard, we haven't got much time.”
Gibbs nodded, “Aye sir.” He headed out onto the deck, “Alright listen up the lot of ye'! We're headed t'Tia Dalma's shack in a general..” He looked about himself and then finally to James.
James tossed the compass to Gibbs, Gibbs opening it and peering at it before speaking again
“In a general North East direction.”
James watched the unmoving crew, “You heard the man, MOVE!”
The ship sprang to life, coming about and heading for her destination without fail. James returned to his Cabin, leaving Gibbs in charge and himself to a corpse. Seating himself at the desk he peered at the figure, his nerves and subconscious getting the best of him. He removed his jacket, throwing it in the general direction of the body and watched it land; half covering the grim Captain. Rising he cursed the jacket and moved it to cover as much of the figure as possible. Reaching into the top breast pocket of the jacket he removed his glasses and returned to his seat at the desk. Pushing the frames to his nose he opened his journal, penning a few thoughts down.
It was nearly midday and James still sat at his desk, quill in hand, nodding in and out of sleep. His head slowly fell, the glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose to gently pinch his nostrils. James jumped, eyes fleeting open, body stiffening as if someone were to catch him. 'Just you and that insufferable corpse.' His eyes narrowed as he calmed down and James laid the quill on the oak desk, taking his glasses in his right hand. He sat up, gaze falling to his wrist, the delicate fabric covering his most valuable secret. His left hand moved to stroke the cloth, almost in thanks for protecting him. James moved his feet from the top of his desk to the floor with a thud. Rising his knees creaked in protest before his boots brought him on deck.
“Mornin' Cap'n!” Gibbs declared, “We're naught but a days time from the swamps.”
James nodded in greeting, “Very good news, Mister Gibbs.” Moving to the Helm he ran his hands over the wheel, gripping it as the waves became choppy. “Go below deck and get some rest Gibbs.”
“Aye Cap'n. Shall I return to the helm when I wake?”
James nodded, “No, I plan to have us there by then.”
Gibbs raised a brow, “Best not t'question the Cap'ns logic.”
James smiled, the sun beating down upon his lightly tanned face.
“How do you plan to get us there in such good time?”
“Dear Will, it is not how you need to be worrying about, but why.”
The boy's face contorted, a laugh escaping his lips.
An aristocratic brow raised in protest, “Whats so funny, Mister Turner?”
“It's just that, you sounded just like Jack.”
James gritted his teeth, waving the boy away and focused his attention on the sea. Closing his eyes he willed the ship to go faster; to his surprise it seemed to. Silently he hummed the familiar melody to 'Bloody Pirates', a smile gracing his otherwise stern face.