Yo Ho Ho and a Goblet of Rum

Rating/Classification: R, E/N, angst.
Word Count: ~1200
Author's Note: This is my very first fan fic anywhere! It is very bad!
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. No profit is being made.
Summary: Norrington finds out a little more about J/E/W than he bargains for.


Norrington was fuming. It is bad enough, he thought, that a pirate ship ties up in the harbor, and we have to be so happy, because Mrs. Turner is visiting. His beautiful Elizabeth. And why is she still hanging around with Jack? Although Jack seems to be selling legitimate goods this time around, there is no way to be sure where they came from. And his eyes are still too dark, too knowing, and too sensuous for a proper woman to be near him. Norrington's chest tightened a little at the thought of those fathoms-deep eyes, and the quick nasty grin the pirate wore as the trio walked onto the dock.

There's something un-natural there, he thought, flushing slightly. He wouldn't allow himself to imagine what might be going on on that ship. His Elizabeth would never be so wanton; and Turner . . . well, no man would stand up for anything like that, and Will was always quick with his sword. Still, when they'd found Elizabeth and Jack on that island, Elizabeth was quite lucky this is not England, where her reputation would be lost after spending the night on an island alone, with such a scoundrel. That is years over and done with, Norrington reminded himself, and a good Christian man should not be indulging in such thoughts.

Dinner was a bit uncomfortable: pauses too long, and looks too significant passing between Will, Jack and Elizabeth. Something akin to anger and jealousy flashed on Elizabeth's face when Will and Jack shared a quiet joke. Will lowered his eyelashes, bit his lip, and touched a bruise on his face. Norrington thought there must be a story there, but Jack's off-kilter banter kept him from dwelling on it too long.

Plus, he was too riveted by Elizabeth to pay attention to the men for long. Her beauty had only deepened during the years; her face was prematurely lined by the years at sea, but her girlish innocence had given way to an alluring confidence, and a swagger that begged to be challenged.

After dinner Will and Jack had to go back to the ship, but Elizabeth agreed to spend the night on land, to see her aging father, and to visit a seamstress the next morning. Norrington thought he saw Elizabeth turn a look of jealousy on Will again as they left, and wondered why she should be so hurt by a night apart. It did not seem to be because of overwhelming love between her and Turner. That was a childish passion, it must have paled during the years of hardship on the seas, and their demeanor at dinner was no more affectionate than many husbands and wives, and less affectionate than some.

Elizabeth and Norrington sat by the fire in his sitting room, drinking dark rum from crystal glasses. He offered brandy, but she smiled a secret smile, and said, "I've developed a taste for rum over the years. Gone native, as it were. Do you mind." So he sipped the unaccustomed taste, and talked quietly with Elizabeth about her father, and the years governing the island more and more. He shied away from speaking of the pirates he hanged, and spoke more of womanly concerns, home and hearth, his wife who died only a year into their marriage. He tried to find out more about Elizabeth's life aboard the Black Pearl, but she deflected his questions skillfully. Yes, Captain Sparrow was as crazy as ever, but their shipping venture was doing very well. Elizabeth's face grew softer and flushed from the rum, and her hair started to fall down from its accustomed chignon.

"Is this what you look like on the ship?" Norrington asked, "No wonder a crew of men will follow you around the Caribbean and beyond." Norrington felt himself flush a bit, as well, and he smoothed down his wig unnecessarily. He rarely felt so easy in anyone's company. It be the rum, he thought. Elizabeth tugged on a strand of hair, and replied, "I have been known to let my hair down." She stood up and all her hair came tumbling down around her shoulders. Norrington stood up as well, and came over to her, grasping her elbow, with his hand.

He crushed her to him, and kissed the wind-chapped lips he'd been tasting for so long in his dreams. She responded ardently, barely struggling, and only gasped slightly when they finally broke for air.

"Are you sure you didn't make the wrong choice?" Norrington asked, in a rough voice that didn't sound like his own. Elizabeth tore away from him, and, facing the wall, said in a choked voice, "You don't know what it's like, being with them. Do you know what they're doing, back at the ship? Sometimes I think he loves him better than me."

"Will loves Jack better?" Norrington asked quietly. Elizabeth laughed, "No, Jack loves Will better." Norrington tried to still the images rushing around his mind, and strode over to her, kissing the side of her neck, but she went on, and it only fueled his ardor.

"Jack will take Will any time, anywhere, usually they like to be alone, but sometimes when we're all together, I feel excluded. When I was pregnant, Jack wouldn't touch me. And sometimes, when Jack's with me, I know they are only watching each other."

Norrington moaned against her neck, and started undoing the laces on her corset. All things seemed possible as he imagined the slim, serious Will, his eyes meeting Jack's mischievous ones over the curve of Elizabeth's back; the same back he was baring now. Norrington drew Elizabeth over to the couch. She seemed lost in a trance, and she went on: "One time I watched them together when they didn't know I was there. Will was leaning against the wall of the cabin, palms flat against it, with a length of chain connecting them, and Jack was entering him roughly. Will's never made such sounds with me. Neither has he."

Then her eyes seemed to focus back on Norrington, and see him, almost for the first time. She gently loosened his wig, took it off, and released his fine, dark hair from its ponytail, so it fell invitingly around his shoulders. "Almost, you look like a different person," she said softly, looking at him from beneath lowered eyelids.

Norrington didn't want to think too hard about who might be going through her mind. She combed back his hair with her fingers, smiled a secret smile, her eyes full and dark, and said "My men betray me with each other, and now I betray them, too." She kissed him deliberately, and then started to undo his shirt, his britches. Her fingers felt cool and soft against him. As he struggled out of his clothes hastily, she shrugged her dress off, and wrapped long muscular legs around him.

"Make me forget," she said, "and make me remember."

Norrington tried not to hear the name she moaned as they came together.

As he came and collapsed, the image of Jack and Will together sprung unbidden to his mind. Were they locked in a sweaty embrace back on the ship? Was this lovely woman sometimes nothing more than an interference? Whoever she was with next, would they feel Norrington's presence? He thought, maybe he wanted them to know he was there.


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