Regret in Times of Panic
Title: Regret in Times of Panic
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The mouse owns it all.
Summary: A revisiting of a scene from Curse of the Black Pearl. I don’t know where she is now and that worries me deeply...
Word Count: 896
Status: Complete
Warnings: None.
Pairing: James Norrington/Elizabeth Swann
There are times I wish it hadn’t been expected of me to marry the governor’s daughter. Of course, there are no rules restraining me to do it, but it was just one of those things that just happened. At the time it was lucky I had fallen for her. It made things much easier.
And now I wish I hadn’t.
I don’t know where she is now and that worries me deeply. The only certainty I have of her whereabouts now is on some cursed pirate ship. I’ve heard it’s called The Black Pearl. My only intent is to find her now.
I don’t care what it takes.
I’ve gathered my most trusted, worthy, able and quick-thinking men to help me in my search. Governor Swann watches by nervously. I try to concentrate on the map before me. This is going to be more difficult than I thought.
I know nothing of the habits of pirates.
If I were anything like Turner, perhaps I’d go to Jack Sparrow. I don’t think it will do any good. And I don’t trust the man to handle Elizabeth’s fate. I won’t have it. Besides, he’s indecent and disgusting; the idea of even associating with him for merely ten minutes shakes my nerves to their ends.
I will never trust a pirate-even if Elizabeth’s life is on the line.
I’d rather see her at the bottom of the ocean than in the hands of a pirate-just like the ships I captain. I’ve already experienced both of these events, all within the same ten minutes, just after I proposed. Part of me wants to think she fainted because of the overwhelming joy of the idea, but the rest of me knows it was the corset.
I hate corsets.
The men around me don’t seem very interested in helping me. Perhaps I should have them go about and interview the conscious people. I doubt it would be a help.
“They’ve taken her! They’ve taken Elizabeth!”
Turner runs up to the table, announcing this like we didn’t already know.
I look up with a fed up and bored expression and say, “Mr. Murtogg, remove this man.”
He moves to do as he’s told, but Turner continues to speak in a rushed manor. “We have to hunt them down. We must save her.”
I’m ready to have him shot. If Elizabeth didn’t seem so fond of the boy, I would. For now I can manage to restrain myself. Jail, perhaps is more suitable. I’ve yet to find a crime in what he’s doing. Pity.
Governor Swann interrupts the moment, “And where do you propose we start? If you have any information concerning my daughter, please share it.”
I regret the fact that I’ve let him accompany me in my task. It has proven to be a bad idea. I suppose there wasn’t anything I could do about it anyway-he had been rather insistent. And how do you turn down a servant of the King?
“That Jack Sparrow. He talked about the Black Pearl.” Murtogg tries to be a help to Turner, offering a bloody scheme that could only end in disaster. I hope Turner doesn’t take it, dear God, don’t let it be so.
Elizabeth’s life will not rest in the hands of a blacksmith and a pirate. It’s unacceptable, disrespectful and indecent. She deserves better than that-anything less and her life could be in even more jeopardy than it is already.
Mullroy joins in on the ridiculous idea, pointing out, “Mentioned it, is more what he did.”
I’m ready to tell them it doesn’t matter whether he mentioned it or talked about it-it won’t happen. I won’t allow it.
“Ask him where it is. Make a deal with him. He could lead us to it.” Turner is the man who suggests this to me.
This time, I speak my mind on the subject, “No, the pirates who invaded this Fort left Sparrow locked in his cell ergo they are not his allies. Governor, we will establish their most likely course.” My idea is much more practical.
I must admit, Turner does have the idea of the element of surprise down-the bloody pirates may not see it coming. It’s still too risky.
Mr. Turner demands attention to himself once again, raising his voice as he slams a hatchet into the map and burying it in the wooden table that holds it, “That’s not good enough!”
He’s not going to give up, I realize. He’s a stupid boy-uneducated and ignorant, the poor thing. If he wasn’t putting my fiancé-to-be in danger, perhaps I’d feel bad for him. At the moment, I have more important things to worry about.
“Mr. Turner, you are not a military man, you are not a sailor. You are a blacksmith and this is not the moment for rash actions. Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth.” I give him back the hatchet.
The last statement I made was something I regret to admit. He does care for her-his intentions are all well and good. I just don’t trust him.
Trust no one-especially when they’re willing to associate with a pirate who threatened a girl’s life just after ripping off her corset.
Turner storms off and I’m left to my work.
Now…
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This is different from what I normally do--I generally don't like remaking scenes but I thought this might be interesting. It sort of sets up the rival between James and Will that is like...silently existing where the rival between Jack and Will is more obvious. Review, please!
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: The mouse owns it all.
Summary: A revisiting of a scene from Curse of the Black Pearl. I don’t know where she is now and that worries me deeply...
Word Count: 896
Status: Complete
Warnings: None.
Pairing: James Norrington/Elizabeth Swann
There are times I wish it hadn’t been expected of me to marry the governor’s daughter. Of course, there are no rules restraining me to do it, but it was just one of those things that just happened. At the time it was lucky I had fallen for her. It made things much easier.
And now I wish I hadn’t.
I don’t know where she is now and that worries me deeply. The only certainty I have of her whereabouts now is on some cursed pirate ship. I’ve heard it’s called The Black Pearl. My only intent is to find her now.
I don’t care what it takes.
I’ve gathered my most trusted, worthy, able and quick-thinking men to help me in my search. Governor Swann watches by nervously. I try to concentrate on the map before me. This is going to be more difficult than I thought.
I know nothing of the habits of pirates.
If I were anything like Turner, perhaps I’d go to Jack Sparrow. I don’t think it will do any good. And I don’t trust the man to handle Elizabeth’s fate. I won’t have it. Besides, he’s indecent and disgusting; the idea of even associating with him for merely ten minutes shakes my nerves to their ends.
I will never trust a pirate-even if Elizabeth’s life is on the line.
I’d rather see her at the bottom of the ocean than in the hands of a pirate-just like the ships I captain. I’ve already experienced both of these events, all within the same ten minutes, just after I proposed. Part of me wants to think she fainted because of the overwhelming joy of the idea, but the rest of me knows it was the corset.
I hate corsets.
The men around me don’t seem very interested in helping me. Perhaps I should have them go about and interview the conscious people. I doubt it would be a help.
“They’ve taken her! They’ve taken Elizabeth!”
Turner runs up to the table, announcing this like we didn’t already know.
I look up with a fed up and bored expression and say, “Mr. Murtogg, remove this man.”
He moves to do as he’s told, but Turner continues to speak in a rushed manor. “We have to hunt them down. We must save her.”
I’m ready to have him shot. If Elizabeth didn’t seem so fond of the boy, I would. For now I can manage to restrain myself. Jail, perhaps is more suitable. I’ve yet to find a crime in what he’s doing. Pity.
Governor Swann interrupts the moment, “And where do you propose we start? If you have any information concerning my daughter, please share it.”
I regret the fact that I’ve let him accompany me in my task. It has proven to be a bad idea. I suppose there wasn’t anything I could do about it anyway-he had been rather insistent. And how do you turn down a servant of the King?
“That Jack Sparrow. He talked about the Black Pearl.” Murtogg tries to be a help to Turner, offering a bloody scheme that could only end in disaster. I hope Turner doesn’t take it, dear God, don’t let it be so.
Elizabeth’s life will not rest in the hands of a blacksmith and a pirate. It’s unacceptable, disrespectful and indecent. She deserves better than that-anything less and her life could be in even more jeopardy than it is already.
Mullroy joins in on the ridiculous idea, pointing out, “Mentioned it, is more what he did.”
I’m ready to tell them it doesn’t matter whether he mentioned it or talked about it-it won’t happen. I won’t allow it.
“Ask him where it is. Make a deal with him. He could lead us to it.” Turner is the man who suggests this to me.
This time, I speak my mind on the subject, “No, the pirates who invaded this Fort left Sparrow locked in his cell ergo they are not his allies. Governor, we will establish their most likely course.” My idea is much more practical.
I must admit, Turner does have the idea of the element of surprise down-the bloody pirates may not see it coming. It’s still too risky.
Mr. Turner demands attention to himself once again, raising his voice as he slams a hatchet into the map and burying it in the wooden table that holds it, “That’s not good enough!”
He’s not going to give up, I realize. He’s a stupid boy-uneducated and ignorant, the poor thing. If he wasn’t putting my fiancé-to-be in danger, perhaps I’d feel bad for him. At the moment, I have more important things to worry about.
“Mr. Turner, you are not a military man, you are not a sailor. You are a blacksmith and this is not the moment for rash actions. Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only man here who cares for Elizabeth.” I give him back the hatchet.
The last statement I made was something I regret to admit. He does care for her-his intentions are all well and good. I just don’t trust him.
Trust no one-especially when they’re willing to associate with a pirate who threatened a girl’s life just after ripping off her corset.
Turner storms off and I’m left to my work.
Now…
***
This is different from what I normally do--I generally don't like remaking scenes but I thought this might be interesting. It sort of sets up the rival between James and Will that is like...silently existing where the rival between Jack and Will is more obvious. Review, please!