Scenes from the Flying Dutchman Pt 4
This fic is rated: R
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters: Will Turner, James Norrington, minor OFC
Summary: matters come to a head
For slashthedrabble's prompts: Crime and Punishment, Chance, Truth and/or Lies, Tears, Epiphany/Realization, Hope, Resolutions, (S)he Said What?
Warnings: more h/c and less pr0n than I intended, imagery of death and torture
Word Count: 800
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc_fic, slashthedrabble, turningpirate, one_norrington, norrington_love
My FanFic Masterlist
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 same 'verse as Not Exactly a Fix-It Fic
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Crime and Punishment
"Admiral," Jones whispers, his voice low and intimate, like a lover. "I promised you the iron next."
It's all Norrington can see, glowing red-hot from the forge. He kicks out, trying to escape. Thrashes free long enough to curl into a ball in the back of his cell.
Two crewmen grab him by the wrists, yank him to his feet. He turns his head and realizes that the man is wearing a Navy uniform. He recognizes the man; he went down with the Dauntless.
Dead, drowned eyes stare pitilessly back, as Jones slams the red-hot metal into him.
Chance
Norrington jerked awake, soaked with sweat, his own scream ringing in his ears. In the dark, he wasn't sure where he was -- his cell on the Dutchman, his cabin on the Dauntless. He curled up around pain that still felt too real, bit his lip to keep from screaming.
It had been a dream. Only a dream. Just like the ones he had almost every night.
Suddenly, it was too much. He couldn't do this another night, much less for the next ninety-nine years.
He pulled on his clothes with trembling hands, and went to find Captain Turner.
Truth and/or Lies
"I need to talk to you," Norrington said. "Please. Before I lose my nerve."
Will nodded, turned the wheel over to the nearest crewman, and followed the man below. Once they were safely ensconced in Will's quarters, though, Norrington hesitated.
Will decided not to press the man. He stood by Norrington's side, and let the silence stretch between them. Norrington stood, back straight. Silhouetted against the window, he looked like a statue carved from granite.
Finally, Norrington took a deep breath, and the illusion of invulnerability collapsed. "I think -- I need to tell you what Jones did to me."
Tears
By the time Norrington finished telling the story, his control was gone. He was on his knees, clinging to Will as he sobbed. Will held him, one arm around his waist, stroked his back with his free hand.
He had no idea what to say. Mere words couldn't erase Norrington's ordeal. "You didn't deserve it," he whispered.
"I wish -- wish I could -- "
"You were taken prisoner because you saved Elizabeth."
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness."
"And one mistake should not be enough to condemn an honorable man."
Epiphany/Realisation
Norrington kept his head down; he couldn't bear to meet Turner's eyes. "You of all people should know -- "
"About your mistakes? Your failures of judgement?" Turner moved back, tilted his chin up, looked into his eyes. "Who hasn't done a few things they regret?" Norrington wondered if he was speaking of himself. "But when you realized the truth about the EITC, you decided to do the right thing, knowing it could cost your life.
"Jones tortured you for that."
Norrington felt something break loose in his chest. He threw back his head and let out an anguished wail.
Hope
Will rocked Norrington as he howled, the uncontrolled cries of a hurt child. But gradually, they slowed to sobs and then to rough gasps as he exhausted himself. Finally, he lay still, just breathing as tears trickled down his cheeks.
Norrington's breathing deepened and slowed, and Will realized he was falling asleep. He helped Norrington to his feet, and guided him across the cabin to the bed.
He was just tucking Norrington in when he opened his eyes. "I'll be all right," he murmured.
"I know," Will said. He smoothed Norrington's hair back. "I'll be here if you need me."
Resolutions
Norrington stretched lazily. For the first time since the Dauntless had sunk, he'd had the luxury of waking slowly.
He opened his eyes and saw Captain Turner dozing on the chair. It was his turn to do the tucking-in, he supposed. He got his arms under Turner's shoulders, and shifted him to the bed.
With the Captain settled, he went to get ready for his watch.
Nothing he could do would bring the crew of the Dauntless back. But he supposed that a hundred years of taking care of other drowned souls would be a start on paying his debt.
(S)he Said What?
"Dead? Well, I suppose it's not a shock. I knew when I left that I might not survive the crossing, but my granddaughter's going to have her first baby and my daughter-in-law never did have a lick of sense about her, and ... are you sure I'm dead? Because you lads have a bit of the un-angelic about you. Not that I mind, in your cases. What? Married? Well, that's a pity, isn't it. Still, you aren't hard on the eyes, either. Here, young man, give me your arm and -- whoops! -- my hand must have slipped a bit there."
Epilogue: The Naughty Bits
Fandom: Pirates of the Carribean
Characters: Will Turner, James Norrington, minor OFC
Summary: matters come to a head
For slashthedrabble's prompts: Crime and Punishment, Chance, Truth and/or Lies, Tears, Epiphany/Realization, Hope, Resolutions, (S)he Said What?
Warnings: more h/c and less pr0n than I intended, imagery of death and torture
Word Count: 800
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
Distribution: archiving, linking or remixing ok, just credit me and drop me a line!
Cross-Posted were_lemur, pirategasm, potc_fic, slashthedrabble, turningpirate, one_norrington, norrington_love
My FanFic Masterlist
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 same 'verse as Not Exactly a Fix-It Fic
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Crime and Punishment
"Admiral," Jones whispers, his voice low and intimate, like a lover. "I promised you the iron next."
It's all Norrington can see, glowing red-hot from the forge. He kicks out, trying to escape. Thrashes free long enough to curl into a ball in the back of his cell.
Two crewmen grab him by the wrists, yank him to his feet. He turns his head and realizes that the man is wearing a Navy uniform. He recognizes the man; he went down with the Dauntless.
Dead, drowned eyes stare pitilessly back, as Jones slams the red-hot metal into him.
Chance
Norrington jerked awake, soaked with sweat, his own scream ringing in his ears. In the dark, he wasn't sure where he was -- his cell on the Dutchman, his cabin on the Dauntless. He curled up around pain that still felt too real, bit his lip to keep from screaming.
It had been a dream. Only a dream. Just like the ones he had almost every night.
Suddenly, it was too much. He couldn't do this another night, much less for the next ninety-nine years.
He pulled on his clothes with trembling hands, and went to find Captain Turner.
Truth and/or Lies
"I need to talk to you," Norrington said. "Please. Before I lose my nerve."
Will nodded, turned the wheel over to the nearest crewman, and followed the man below. Once they were safely ensconced in Will's quarters, though, Norrington hesitated.
Will decided not to press the man. He stood by Norrington's side, and let the silence stretch between them. Norrington stood, back straight. Silhouetted against the window, he looked like a statue carved from granite.
Finally, Norrington took a deep breath, and the illusion of invulnerability collapsed. "I think -- I need to tell you what Jones did to me."
Tears
By the time Norrington finished telling the story, his control was gone. He was on his knees, clinging to Will as he sobbed. Will held him, one arm around his waist, stroked his back with his free hand.
He had no idea what to say. Mere words couldn't erase Norrington's ordeal. "You didn't deserve it," he whispered.
"I wish -- wish I could -- "
"You were taken prisoner because you saved Elizabeth."
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness."
"And one mistake should not be enough to condemn an honorable man."
Epiphany/Realisation
Norrington kept his head down; he couldn't bear to meet Turner's eyes. "You of all people should know -- "
"About your mistakes? Your failures of judgement?" Turner moved back, tilted his chin up, looked into his eyes. "Who hasn't done a few things they regret?" Norrington wondered if he was speaking of himself. "But when you realized the truth about the EITC, you decided to do the right thing, knowing it could cost your life.
"Jones tortured you for that."
Norrington felt something break loose in his chest. He threw back his head and let out an anguished wail.
Hope
Will rocked Norrington as he howled, the uncontrolled cries of a hurt child. But gradually, they slowed to sobs and then to rough gasps as he exhausted himself. Finally, he lay still, just breathing as tears trickled down his cheeks.
Norrington's breathing deepened and slowed, and Will realized he was falling asleep. He helped Norrington to his feet, and guided him across the cabin to the bed.
He was just tucking Norrington in when he opened his eyes. "I'll be all right," he murmured.
"I know," Will said. He smoothed Norrington's hair back. "I'll be here if you need me."
Resolutions
Norrington stretched lazily. For the first time since the Dauntless had sunk, he'd had the luxury of waking slowly.
He opened his eyes and saw Captain Turner dozing on the chair. It was his turn to do the tucking-in, he supposed. He got his arms under Turner's shoulders, and shifted him to the bed.
With the Captain settled, he went to get ready for his watch.
Nothing he could do would bring the crew of the Dauntless back. But he supposed that a hundred years of taking care of other drowned souls would be a start on paying his debt.
(S)he Said What?
"Dead? Well, I suppose it's not a shock. I knew when I left that I might not survive the crossing, but my granddaughter's going to have her first baby and my daughter-in-law never did have a lick of sense about her, and ... are you sure I'm dead? Because you lads have a bit of the un-angelic about you. Not that I mind, in your cases. What? Married? Well, that's a pity, isn't it. Still, you aren't hard on the eyes, either. Here, young man, give me your arm and -- whoops! -- my hand must have slipped a bit there."
Epilogue: The Naughty Bits