I finally caught her...

[norringtonsez]

She thought she could obscure it from me.

She thought I would not catch her in the act of it.

She thought I would be distracted enough by watching 'Master and Commander', a ...moo-vay about the His Majesty's Navy not to notice her checking her ee-lact-tron-nak mail.

She, dear ladies and gentlemen, was wrong.

My secretary ... is a slash writer

Comments

[mysticpenguin]

It's always the last one you'd expect, isn't it?

But I must commend you on your open-mindedness in regards to the hypothetical relationships with Gilette. One of the reasons I enjoy reading your journal is that you're such a thoughtful and intelligent man (and your secretary is such a brilliant, er, transcriber).

And I must ask, what did you think of the movie?

[norringtonsez]

I knew there were many odd things about Miss Wren, but this was the most unlikely. I would find it overtly shocking, but she is a rather straightforward youn woman. *wryly* On more than one subject.

I am not in a place to judge, nor would I want to. The human heart is a strange thing, and should not, in any circumstance, be thought less of because of its capacity to love, in whatever quarter.

I enjoyed it very much - Captain Aubrey strikes me as a intelligent officer and very much intune with his men. Which is, as any good Captain knows, one of the key elements of being a good leader and example to the men. Doctor Mautin reminds me a great deal of Governor Swann.

[mysticpenguin]

Well, of course there are. She's a writer. Writers tend to be a weird and opinionated bunch. I know I am. Most of my friends are writers and artists, and there's not a one of them that isn't mouthy and very, very odd. It's not necessarily a bad thing, mind you. Just something that comes with the territory.

Miss Wren's either a kinder or less cautious of a... hostess, I suppose, or whatever term you'd like to use than I am, though. I've a pack of characters from not much later in history than your own time pestering me to let them watch films while I'm busy doing other things. I've been telling them 'no' so far. The thought of what sort of ideas they might get into their heads if I let them kind of disturbs me.

[norringtonsez]

Well, Miss Wren is easier to bribe than most. *quirk of the lips* She likes swords, you see, and if I simply give her the sword Mr. Turner so kindly crafted for me for about fifteen minutes she will allow me complete and total freedom.

I believe the phrasing is - 'Easily distracted by the Pretty Shin-ies.'

[divisionvixen]

*blinks* Well, to each his/her own. I, personally, hold out for some sort of happy ending for you, whatever that might be.

I am pleased to report that I finally got off The Grid and wrote my own little short fiction, which can be found in my own diary. I swore I was going to do Commodore-fic, and I've done it. I feel pleased now. :)

[norringtonsez]

Well thank you, dear lady. I hope so as well - as unlikely as it might be. *quiet smile* One must always have hope, I am finding.

Indeed? Well then, my secretary and I will have to peruse your live-journal to read it. Come, Miss Wren.

*Wren beams and toddles over to read with the Commodore*

[icey_cold]

Ahhh yes, so the truth came out? And you found out about the...the...the mangoes? Dear sir, don't feel alarmed, at least its not pomegranates. As nice as they are, their little seeds get everywhere and you literally would get caught red handed. They stain something awful too.

Anyway, back on the subject of the Gillette love. In my view (and in what I've written so far) Gillette struck me as more of a person to hero worship someone he found admirable. Of course there are many psychological explanations: no father figure, mistreatment by another commander, lack of independence, etc. etc. to bring about such behavior.

From movie verse though, I was quite blind to any intimations that Gillette was indeed 'interested.' I'm just a lemming on the bandwagon I suppose, but you're handling this whole idea remarkably well. Take it in stride, you're a good looking man. :)

- Victory

[marquesate]

Dear Sir,

I am most astonished to find that you have been confronted with such, how may I say it mildly, quite colourful fiction as in regards to your young Officer.

Personally, I am surprised that you have been shielded so far from the more - once again my apologies Commodore, but it is hard to put in non offending, milder tones - from the more explicit and somewhat friendship-based fiction about your very own most distinguished self and your more senior commissioned officer than Officer Gillette, First Lieutenant Groves.

Far be it from me to ever admit to possibly being one of the few perpetrators of such outrageous writing, and therefore I remain,

Your definitely un-humble servant

Marquesate, Esquire

[norringtonsez]

*Stares at Marquesate* *Turns back to Miss Wren, who sighs, and opens a browser* ...Pardon me, I believe I have some research to do. Groves, you say? *clears his throat again* Gracious me.

*clears his throat, smoothes down his frockcoat, and walks straightbacked to the compewter.*

[marquesate]

My dear, most revered Commodore,

I dare say that the matter of one First Lieutenant, handsome, dark haired, sharp featured and hazel eyed - who harboured far too much fascination and admiration for a pirate, kind of presented itself for perusal, attention and altogether relentless elaboration.

However, I pray that your Excellency will understand that the shameless person posting in the Not for King and Country example of somewhat darkly intriguing fictional work, is of course utterly and unabashedly an impostor, writing under mine good and lily-white, truly untainted name.

I certainly do hope that the dear Lieutenant in question shall have some smelling salts somewhere in his ever so immaculate uniform of his, to revive your Elatedness in case of too close perusal of bewildering situations.

I remain, as ever,

Your undeniably dis-obedient servant,

Marquesate, Esquire.

[norringtonsez]

From the desk of the Commodore

[jean_prouvaire]

Mr. Norrington

[norringtonsez]

From the desk of the Commodore;

Dear Miss Muse (or do you prefer Ms.?),

You bring up a string of valid complaints and points that I feel are completely justified, and therefore deserve an answer.

On the matter of who is more worthy of my affections - I think it rather ridiculous. Not that I feel something that goes beyond respect and friendship for either one of my Lieutenants, but rather the point that both Gillette and Groves both have a number of worthy qualities that make them similiar, yet at the same time different, in their realm of appealability