Not Exactly a Fix-It Fic (3/?)
This fic is rated: R
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: James Norrington, "Bootstrap" Bill Turner, Davy Jones, Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner
Summary: AU from the middle of AWE
Warnings: graphic violence, Norringtorture
Spoilers: for AWE
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc100, potc_fic
My FanFic Masterlist the first bit the previous bit the next bite
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
In the belly of the Flying Dutchman, James Norrington screamed.
Jones had flogged him, cut him open, flayed him, burned him, and each time, his wounds had healed. Now he lay on a makeshift rack, and each jolt the Dutchman endured sending another wave of pain crashing through him.
Suddenly, he was free.
He huddled on the deck, and waited to see what form Jones' vengeance would take next.
The hand on his shoulder was surprisingly gentle. He looked up to see Turner staring down at him, pity in his eyes. "There's been," he said softly, "a change in command."
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters/Pairing: James Norrington, "Bootstrap" Bill Turner, Davy Jones, Elizabeth Swann, Will Turner
Summary: AU from the middle of AWE
Warnings: graphic violence, Norringtorture
Spoilers: for AWE
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc100, potc_fic
My FanFic Masterlist the first bit the previous bit the next bite
Disclaimer: PotC belongs to Disney. Characters will be played with nicely and returned to them in good condition when I'm done. No infringement is intended, please don't sue me!
In the belly of the Flying Dutchman, James Norrington screamed.
Jones had flogged him, cut him open, flayed him, burned him, and each time, his wounds had healed. Now he lay on a makeshift rack, and each jolt the Dutchman endured sending another wave of pain crashing through him.
Suddenly, he was free.
He huddled on the deck, and waited to see what form Jones' vengeance would take next.
The hand on his shoulder was surprisingly gentle. He looked up to see Turner staring down at him, pity in his eyes. "There's been," he said softly, "a change in command."