His Green Eyes, Chapter Four
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ericadawn16His Green Eyes 4/4
Summary: 25 years after The Twinkling of an Eye
Characters: James, OCs
Pairing: Norribeth, Willabeth, OCs
Rating: PG Some questionable themes and implications
Disclaimer: This is totally AU. Disney owns everything and Ted and Terry are wonderful guys so please don’t sue!!!
Comments: I admit it, Stephen is named after Stephen Colbert.
Chapter One: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/8648.html
Chapter Two: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/8761.html
Chapter Three: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/9009.html
and the original story: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/282.html
Chapter Four
Jessica joined him for dinner that night at the fort although it took very little deductive reasoning to see that she was not herself; nervous and fidgety. He picked the most likely option.
“Is Billy trying to involve you in his plot to take Dinwiddie’s wealth?” he asked her.
“How did you know?” she inquired, visibly relaxing.
“I’m Admiral James Norrington,” he replied because the plan reeked of someone else. She tried to smile but her face dropped and she began poking her meat.
“It’s just that…I know it’s wrong, but he is my brother and I couldn’t bear for Stephen to know but if we had that money, we could marry sooner,” she rambled just as surely as he had to Elizabeth when proposing, “but I wish to be good.”
Seeing her so conflicted tore at him, he wanted to make it all better. With a sigh, he laid his hand atop hers and stated, “I do not want another word of this from you to anyone or for you to think upon it yourself, is that clear?”
“But…,” she started.
“Not a single worry for I will take care of this matter myself,” he promised and hoped she would understand. Her green eyes were large and questioning. He tried to give her a smile although he would follow through on that oath at any cost. It was her happiness that was more important than his own just as it always had been.
James watched for Billy to make the mistake of being alone which happened a couple of days later as the young man walked down the beach and far from town.
“I know you’re planning on liberating Dinwiddie’s personal wealth,” he spoke loudly enough so that the other man could hear.
“Perhaps” was all that came from his lips.
“However, you don’t appear to have set a date,” he commented, staring off into the horizon. Billy quickly shortened the distance between them so his brown eyes were very close.
“Because I have yet to find the opportune moment. Is that all you require? Will you have my neck now?” he snarled.
“But I do,” he said, quietly.
“What?” Billy asked, genuinely confused.
“I know when the opportune moment is,” James clarified, taking out a piece of parchment, “Dinwiddie is holding a ball in three weeks after his wife, daughters and property are all perfectly arranged.”
He held it out for the younger man to peruse.
“This is bloody brilliant!” he approved, smiling and added, “More than enough distraction, plenty of possible suspects and…you would make a good pirate.”
A frown came over James before he spoke, “I was once. All I wanted was to be a good man, an Admiral and marry the woman that I loved and where did that lead me? Forced to become a deckhand on your Uncle Jack’s ship.”
“Truly?” Billy questioned and the older man nodded. The look that resulted as though Billy was more impressed by him now made him mostly disgusted, but he had to admit that there was a part of him that was glad not to be his enemy anymore.
“There is one thing,” James told him, “If we do this, you cannot come back for a very long time. It is a must that no one can trace you back to me or Jessica and Jessica does not know I am here. She will not be involved in any way.”
He appeared to consider that, looking at the rocky sand before turning back.
“She’s not a pirate, is she? She’s going to marry that bloke and become all respectable-like, isn’t she?” Billy asked and both knew that the younger man still loved his sister despite everything.
“I believe so,” James confirmed, taking back the parchment and depositing it in his coat. The younger man held out his hand and announced, “Then, we have an accord.” They shook on it.
A couple of days later found James in his office with the door locked, ink and pen close by. There was no reason to assume that these papers would be needed, but he had to have them ready just in case and some of them had to look as though written by a different hand. He was struck by the thought that if anyone knew what he was doing, he’d be thought mad. Dinwiddie’s ship was expected at any moment.
It ended up being eight days later due to foul weather although the ball would continue as scheduled in two week’s time. However, the female Dinwiddies were surprising. They were actually polite and didn’t act as though the servants carrying their belongings weren’t lower than dirt as most did. It didn’t deter him from the plan though.
All too soon, it was the night of the ball. Everyone in Virginia had been invited. James had escorted Jessica in a fancy new gown and she was safe in Stephen’s arms. He’d even smiled at Molly Morgan in her green dress. At a little past seven, the time was perfect. Quite a few reeked of drink among those who weren’t were occupied with the dancing. Unfortunately, he had to spill some brandy on his trousers and make it appear that he belonged to the group that had drunk far too much.
James approached Jessica and Stephen with a purposely unsteady gait.
“Jessica!” he called in a voice louder than necessary. He was rewarded with a glare and she placed a hand on his arm, directing him outside the ballroom into an empty hall.
“Good, I think you should faint in ten minutes or so and Stephen will escort you home,” he said, quite normally.
“No!” she refused, “I think the three of us should take our leave right now. I can’t believe your behavior tonight, incorrigible.”
“No, your anger will work well, but I still would like you to faint,” said James, “things will go much better for all of us later if you do.”
There was recognition in her eyes even if Stephen was still a bit behind.
“How can you be so sure that I can even accomplish such a task?” she questioned, her eyes clearly looking for eavesdroppers.
“You are your mother’s daughter, are you not? It was a specialty of hers,” James explained, “Or I could tie your stays tighter.”
“No, no,” Jessica assured him, “I’ll manage somehow.”
There was a nod from the two of them and a shrug from Stephen. Then, they reentered the ballroom. James was putting so much effort into his drunken act that he didn’t hear the fall, but saw everyone looking to the right. Her partner hadn’t caught her, Molly had.
“Jessica!” he yelled for the second time that night and started to run on marble that was not designed for such. He fell…very hard. Everything went black. When he came to, Stephen was holding him up and they were outside on the grounds.
“No, no, I need to be inside,” he argued and pushed his Lieutenant away.
“Lieutenant Bentley offered to help you home as well as escorting Jessica and myself,” Molly said in that confident manner that only a sixteen year old could pull off so well.
“How could I be so thoughtless? My uncle had no chance to say goodbye to his host!” Jessica exclaimed, catching on.
“Yes, I feel simply horrible about it,” James verified, looking back at the building.
“If you feel so strongly, then you must,” Molly agreed, “Should we wait for you?” He shook his head and headed back although the uncertainty of his steps was quite real this time. To make it look good, he entered inside but once they should be a respectable distance away, doubled back and around the side of the house until he found Billy. The young man had a couple of sacks with him and was startled at seeing his face.
“You’re hurt,” he commented.
“Fell,” he stated, knowing time was of the essence, “Come on.”
They sneaked upstairs to the master bedroom where James pulled the chest from under the bed and opened it to reveal the contents. A large bag of gold was put into each sack and they left the room just as they had encountered it. Once again in his life, he was struck by the thought that it was all so easy.
The only reason for not having a life of crime was the guilt he’d experience for the rest of it. His shoulders were already heavy with burdens that it was still a bit daunting that he was taking on more, but he would for her sake. If Billy failed to leave his share in the agreed spot, then the understanding was still there, Jessica would remain innocent and Dinwiddie would easily recoup his losses from his investments.
The younger man left through a side door while James left through the front except there was someone waiting for him.
“Did Bentley not deliver you home?” he asked, trying not to let his shock show.
“They did so I snuck back because that is a nasty shade of purple and it worried me so,” Molly said in such a way that he knew how much he had underestimated her over the past year. He touched her lightly on the shoulder so they moved to a dark patch of trees where no one else could see.
“I find it doubtful that it took half an hour to thank Dinwiddie for his graciousness, but that is what I will say…”
James inwardly sighed in relief.
“In exchange for a kiss,” she finished and to think, he thought she was a naïve child. There was no alternative; he pressed his lips to her cheek only to have her pull away.
“No, a proper kiss,” she spoke and straightened to her full height including the high heeled shoes. Even then, he had to bend down to kiss her. Still, he’d forgotten how good it felt to have soft lips on his and it lasted longer than he’d intended.
“I have some rather unfortunate news, Jessica. Your father, John, who is also my brother, died,” said James two weeks later, “However, he did leave an inheritance in my care to give to you as I see fit.”
“But you don’t have…” she started and he could tell that she knew.
“Probably best if we buy you some mourning clothes before the wedding dress,” he suggested and she nodded in agreement before doing something he’d only dreamt of before. She kissed his cheek and with such gratitude in her eyes, spoke, “Thank you, father.”
Two months after that, everyone had gathered again at the fort for the wedding. He had convinced Stephen to resign the month prior and his own letter would be posted to the acting Governor tomorrow. Instead, James had more than enough money to purchase a few ships and crews to have a shipping business that he would include Stephen in. For now, he stood outside, trying to gather his thoughts.
The little girl that had barely come to his knee when he first saw her and kissed the top of her head and whom he’d finally gotten to know over the past ten months was getting married. It was odd. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to think, but he felt both very sad for himself and old. How had it been so long? Lost in reverie, he mistook the man before him as an apparition at first: a figment of an overly active mind. However, the illusion spoke.
“Never thought I’d see you again, Commodore,” said Jack Sparrow with a grin and standing on a mossy rock so they were of equal height.
“Likewise,” James agreed, not bothering to correct his mistake although Commodore was preferable to his saying his given name which the pirate had never done, “What are you doing here?”
“Just wanted to see her little girl all grown up, I love weddings!” the other explained in a way that was very familiar.
“Yes, I do recall that,” the Admiral conceded, “and I want everything to be perfect for her. I will not have her special day interrupted on account of you and if I see you tomorrow, I will have you arrested. It would be a shame to mar the memory of her wedding with a hanging, do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,” Jack remarked and James was satisfied until the pirate added, “Would you like me to tell her of your time in Tortuga? She knows the truth of you, aye?”
The other man frowned.
“I knew something had happened between the two of you on that island. Too inseparable you were, too close as long as Will wasn’t around,” the older man commented, “’No fraternizing with the help, love’ Too late by that point…she also has your eyes and nose.”
He found it a bit disturbing that Jack knew his features well enough to recognize his nose and told him, “Don’t tell a soul.”
“Who would I tell, mate? Everyone who would have cared is dead. We outlived them all,” the pirate argued as a large local bird walked past.
“Uncle Jack!” Jessica cried and ran towards them, hugging him, “I didn’t believe my eyes.”
Now, he realized another reason that had added to his dismissing the other man as a figment: despite his signature hat, he was dressed in proper wedding finery.
“I dressed nice-like,” the pirate explained, “it was sooner than I’d expect.”
“It had to be,” she replied with a hand over her middle and James found it hard to breath.
“Congratulations!” Jack beamed and said in a softer voice to the Admiral, “Grandfather!”
“When?” her father managed to ask and she answered, “The night of the ball when he escorted me home.”
James was still shaken which made the two of them smile and they went back inside where she exchanged her vows with Stephen. However, the change of surname hadn’t changed her personality one bit as she danced with him afterwards.
She’d stopped and slightly pushed him in the direction of Molly Morgan.
“Please, for me,” she begged, not knowing about the kiss he had shared with Molly over two months ago the night that he and Billy had taken Dinwiddie’s gold and Jessica had...become more acquainted with Stephen. Dinwiddie still hadn’t reported his property missing.
“Very well,” he agreed and went towards the young woman. It wasn’t as bad as James was dreading. Dancing turned out to be another of Molly’s talents and she was able to make up for the height difference as well as any faults he made. Her brown eyes lit up at his attention and he focused on that rather than Jack winking at him or his having a son in law or a grandchild on the way or that he wished Elizabeth was there to see it.
James would have loved to say that it was the last time he saw Jack Sparrow or the penultimate time or even the next to penultimate time, but this would be a falsehood because the man appeared again almost four years later.
He’d been sitting in the grass with the children when the pirate strode right up.
“Who is this future distressing damsel?” the older man asked of the young girl with the same strawberry curls that they knew so well and green eyes like a Norrington.
“Elizabeth Bentley,” James informed him and when there was a certain look on the man’s face, he turned to the younger boy in his lap, saying, “Make sure he doesn’t touch her.”
“Aww, Commodore, I’m hurt,” Jack spoke in a fake wounded voice, “that you would require that of her brother.”
“But he’s not her brother,” he said with a smile that grew larger with the pirate’s evident confusion.
“He has that same droll grin of yours, mate, you can’t tell me that,” the pirate argued of the boy with brown hair and green eyes.
“This is Jacob Norrington, my son,” James corrected and watched Jack at a loss for words. For the first time, he felt sorry for Jack. James finally had all he ever wanted and could watch his family grow while Jack only collected more wrinkles in the face and grey in his hair. Had it really been worth it?
“Come have dinner with us, Captain” he suggested, standing up to take the three year old’s hand and the two year old in his arm. The pirate merely nodded and they walked back, Jacob trying to pull on the beads.
Summary: 25 years after The Twinkling of an Eye
Characters: James, OCs
Pairing: Norribeth, Willabeth, OCs
Rating: PG Some questionable themes and implications
Disclaimer: This is totally AU. Disney owns everything and Ted and Terry are wonderful guys so please don’t sue!!!
Comments: I admit it, Stephen is named after Stephen Colbert.
Chapter One: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/8648.html
Chapter Two: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/8761.html
Chapter Three: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/9009.html
and the original story: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/282.html
Chapter Four
Jessica joined him for dinner that night at the fort although it took very little deductive reasoning to see that she was not herself; nervous and fidgety. He picked the most likely option.
“Is Billy trying to involve you in his plot to take Dinwiddie’s wealth?” he asked her.
“How did you know?” she inquired, visibly relaxing.
“I’m Admiral James Norrington,” he replied because the plan reeked of someone else. She tried to smile but her face dropped and she began poking her meat.
“It’s just that…I know it’s wrong, but he is my brother and I couldn’t bear for Stephen to know but if we had that money, we could marry sooner,” she rambled just as surely as he had to Elizabeth when proposing, “but I wish to be good.”
Seeing her so conflicted tore at him, he wanted to make it all better. With a sigh, he laid his hand atop hers and stated, “I do not want another word of this from you to anyone or for you to think upon it yourself, is that clear?”
“But…,” she started.
“Not a single worry for I will take care of this matter myself,” he promised and hoped she would understand. Her green eyes were large and questioning. He tried to give her a smile although he would follow through on that oath at any cost. It was her happiness that was more important than his own just as it always had been.
James watched for Billy to make the mistake of being alone which happened a couple of days later as the young man walked down the beach and far from town.
“I know you’re planning on liberating Dinwiddie’s personal wealth,” he spoke loudly enough so that the other man could hear.
“Perhaps” was all that came from his lips.
“However, you don’t appear to have set a date,” he commented, staring off into the horizon. Billy quickly shortened the distance between them so his brown eyes were very close.
“Because I have yet to find the opportune moment. Is that all you require? Will you have my neck now?” he snarled.
“But I do,” he said, quietly.
“What?” Billy asked, genuinely confused.
“I know when the opportune moment is,” James clarified, taking out a piece of parchment, “Dinwiddie is holding a ball in three weeks after his wife, daughters and property are all perfectly arranged.”
He held it out for the younger man to peruse.
“This is bloody brilliant!” he approved, smiling and added, “More than enough distraction, plenty of possible suspects and…you would make a good pirate.”
A frown came over James before he spoke, “I was once. All I wanted was to be a good man, an Admiral and marry the woman that I loved and where did that lead me? Forced to become a deckhand on your Uncle Jack’s ship.”
“Truly?” Billy questioned and the older man nodded. The look that resulted as though Billy was more impressed by him now made him mostly disgusted, but he had to admit that there was a part of him that was glad not to be his enemy anymore.
“There is one thing,” James told him, “If we do this, you cannot come back for a very long time. It is a must that no one can trace you back to me or Jessica and Jessica does not know I am here. She will not be involved in any way.”
He appeared to consider that, looking at the rocky sand before turning back.
“She’s not a pirate, is she? She’s going to marry that bloke and become all respectable-like, isn’t she?” Billy asked and both knew that the younger man still loved his sister despite everything.
“I believe so,” James confirmed, taking back the parchment and depositing it in his coat. The younger man held out his hand and announced, “Then, we have an accord.” They shook on it.
A couple of days later found James in his office with the door locked, ink and pen close by. There was no reason to assume that these papers would be needed, but he had to have them ready just in case and some of them had to look as though written by a different hand. He was struck by the thought that if anyone knew what he was doing, he’d be thought mad. Dinwiddie’s ship was expected at any moment.
It ended up being eight days later due to foul weather although the ball would continue as scheduled in two week’s time. However, the female Dinwiddies were surprising. They were actually polite and didn’t act as though the servants carrying their belongings weren’t lower than dirt as most did. It didn’t deter him from the plan though.
All too soon, it was the night of the ball. Everyone in Virginia had been invited. James had escorted Jessica in a fancy new gown and she was safe in Stephen’s arms. He’d even smiled at Molly Morgan in her green dress. At a little past seven, the time was perfect. Quite a few reeked of drink among those who weren’t were occupied with the dancing. Unfortunately, he had to spill some brandy on his trousers and make it appear that he belonged to the group that had drunk far too much.
James approached Jessica and Stephen with a purposely unsteady gait.
“Jessica!” he called in a voice louder than necessary. He was rewarded with a glare and she placed a hand on his arm, directing him outside the ballroom into an empty hall.
“Good, I think you should faint in ten minutes or so and Stephen will escort you home,” he said, quite normally.
“No!” she refused, “I think the three of us should take our leave right now. I can’t believe your behavior tonight, incorrigible.”
“No, your anger will work well, but I still would like you to faint,” said James, “things will go much better for all of us later if you do.”
There was recognition in her eyes even if Stephen was still a bit behind.
“How can you be so sure that I can even accomplish such a task?” she questioned, her eyes clearly looking for eavesdroppers.
“You are your mother’s daughter, are you not? It was a specialty of hers,” James explained, “Or I could tie your stays tighter.”
“No, no,” Jessica assured him, “I’ll manage somehow.”
There was a nod from the two of them and a shrug from Stephen. Then, they reentered the ballroom. James was putting so much effort into his drunken act that he didn’t hear the fall, but saw everyone looking to the right. Her partner hadn’t caught her, Molly had.
“Jessica!” he yelled for the second time that night and started to run on marble that was not designed for such. He fell…very hard. Everything went black. When he came to, Stephen was holding him up and they were outside on the grounds.
“No, no, I need to be inside,” he argued and pushed his Lieutenant away.
“Lieutenant Bentley offered to help you home as well as escorting Jessica and myself,” Molly said in that confident manner that only a sixteen year old could pull off so well.
“How could I be so thoughtless? My uncle had no chance to say goodbye to his host!” Jessica exclaimed, catching on.
“Yes, I feel simply horrible about it,” James verified, looking back at the building.
“If you feel so strongly, then you must,” Molly agreed, “Should we wait for you?” He shook his head and headed back although the uncertainty of his steps was quite real this time. To make it look good, he entered inside but once they should be a respectable distance away, doubled back and around the side of the house until he found Billy. The young man had a couple of sacks with him and was startled at seeing his face.
“You’re hurt,” he commented.
“Fell,” he stated, knowing time was of the essence, “Come on.”
They sneaked upstairs to the master bedroom where James pulled the chest from under the bed and opened it to reveal the contents. A large bag of gold was put into each sack and they left the room just as they had encountered it. Once again in his life, he was struck by the thought that it was all so easy.
The only reason for not having a life of crime was the guilt he’d experience for the rest of it. His shoulders were already heavy with burdens that it was still a bit daunting that he was taking on more, but he would for her sake. If Billy failed to leave his share in the agreed spot, then the understanding was still there, Jessica would remain innocent and Dinwiddie would easily recoup his losses from his investments.
The younger man left through a side door while James left through the front except there was someone waiting for him.
“Did Bentley not deliver you home?” he asked, trying not to let his shock show.
“They did so I snuck back because that is a nasty shade of purple and it worried me so,” Molly said in such a way that he knew how much he had underestimated her over the past year. He touched her lightly on the shoulder so they moved to a dark patch of trees where no one else could see.
“I find it doubtful that it took half an hour to thank Dinwiddie for his graciousness, but that is what I will say…”
James inwardly sighed in relief.
“In exchange for a kiss,” she finished and to think, he thought she was a naïve child. There was no alternative; he pressed his lips to her cheek only to have her pull away.
“No, a proper kiss,” she spoke and straightened to her full height including the high heeled shoes. Even then, he had to bend down to kiss her. Still, he’d forgotten how good it felt to have soft lips on his and it lasted longer than he’d intended.
“I have some rather unfortunate news, Jessica. Your father, John, who is also my brother, died,” said James two weeks later, “However, he did leave an inheritance in my care to give to you as I see fit.”
“But you don’t have…” she started and he could tell that she knew.
“Probably best if we buy you some mourning clothes before the wedding dress,” he suggested and she nodded in agreement before doing something he’d only dreamt of before. She kissed his cheek and with such gratitude in her eyes, spoke, “Thank you, father.”
Two months after that, everyone had gathered again at the fort for the wedding. He had convinced Stephen to resign the month prior and his own letter would be posted to the acting Governor tomorrow. Instead, James had more than enough money to purchase a few ships and crews to have a shipping business that he would include Stephen in. For now, he stood outside, trying to gather his thoughts.
The little girl that had barely come to his knee when he first saw her and kissed the top of her head and whom he’d finally gotten to know over the past ten months was getting married. It was odd. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to think, but he felt both very sad for himself and old. How had it been so long? Lost in reverie, he mistook the man before him as an apparition at first: a figment of an overly active mind. However, the illusion spoke.
“Never thought I’d see you again, Commodore,” said Jack Sparrow with a grin and standing on a mossy rock so they were of equal height.
“Likewise,” James agreed, not bothering to correct his mistake although Commodore was preferable to his saying his given name which the pirate had never done, “What are you doing here?”
“Just wanted to see her little girl all grown up, I love weddings!” the other explained in a way that was very familiar.
“Yes, I do recall that,” the Admiral conceded, “and I want everything to be perfect for her. I will not have her special day interrupted on account of you and if I see you tomorrow, I will have you arrested. It would be a shame to mar the memory of her wedding with a hanging, do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,” Jack remarked and James was satisfied until the pirate added, “Would you like me to tell her of your time in Tortuga? She knows the truth of you, aye?”
The other man frowned.
“I knew something had happened between the two of you on that island. Too inseparable you were, too close as long as Will wasn’t around,” the older man commented, “’No fraternizing with the help, love’ Too late by that point…she also has your eyes and nose.”
He found it a bit disturbing that Jack knew his features well enough to recognize his nose and told him, “Don’t tell a soul.”
“Who would I tell, mate? Everyone who would have cared is dead. We outlived them all,” the pirate argued as a large local bird walked past.
“Uncle Jack!” Jessica cried and ran towards them, hugging him, “I didn’t believe my eyes.”
Now, he realized another reason that had added to his dismissing the other man as a figment: despite his signature hat, he was dressed in proper wedding finery.
“I dressed nice-like,” the pirate explained, “it was sooner than I’d expect.”
“It had to be,” she replied with a hand over her middle and James found it hard to breath.
“Congratulations!” Jack beamed and said in a softer voice to the Admiral, “Grandfather!”
“When?” her father managed to ask and she answered, “The night of the ball when he escorted me home.”
James was still shaken which made the two of them smile and they went back inside where she exchanged her vows with Stephen. However, the change of surname hadn’t changed her personality one bit as she danced with him afterwards.
She’d stopped and slightly pushed him in the direction of Molly Morgan.
“Please, for me,” she begged, not knowing about the kiss he had shared with Molly over two months ago the night that he and Billy had taken Dinwiddie’s gold and Jessica had...become more acquainted with Stephen. Dinwiddie still hadn’t reported his property missing.
“Very well,” he agreed and went towards the young woman. It wasn’t as bad as James was dreading. Dancing turned out to be another of Molly’s talents and she was able to make up for the height difference as well as any faults he made. Her brown eyes lit up at his attention and he focused on that rather than Jack winking at him or his having a son in law or a grandchild on the way or that he wished Elizabeth was there to see it.
James would have loved to say that it was the last time he saw Jack Sparrow or the penultimate time or even the next to penultimate time, but this would be a falsehood because the man appeared again almost four years later.
He’d been sitting in the grass with the children when the pirate strode right up.
“Who is this future distressing damsel?” the older man asked of the young girl with the same strawberry curls that they knew so well and green eyes like a Norrington.
“Elizabeth Bentley,” James informed him and when there was a certain look on the man’s face, he turned to the younger boy in his lap, saying, “Make sure he doesn’t touch her.”
“Aww, Commodore, I’m hurt,” Jack spoke in a fake wounded voice, “that you would require that of her brother.”
“But he’s not her brother,” he said with a smile that grew larger with the pirate’s evident confusion.
“He has that same droll grin of yours, mate, you can’t tell me that,” the pirate argued of the boy with brown hair and green eyes.
“This is Jacob Norrington, my son,” James corrected and watched Jack at a loss for words. For the first time, he felt sorry for Jack. James finally had all he ever wanted and could watch his family grow while Jack only collected more wrinkles in the face and grey in his hair. Had it really been worth it?
“Come have dinner with us, Captain” he suggested, standing up to take the three year old’s hand and the two year old in his arm. The pirate merely nodded and they walked back, Jacob trying to pull on the beads.
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whoa
Date: 2008-03-11 05:19 pm (UTC)i'm so glad that dear Norrington finally got his happy ending with someone to return his feelings (:
sad though, that he had no contact whatsoever with his daughter and that she was led to believe Will to be her father for all those years...
oh my.
i just realized that i'm quite the random person replying to your story. do excuse me, for i'm a bit new--at least, i made an account here ages ago, but have recently decided to try it out.
i'm sorry, i'll shut up and leave now.
awesome job though!
keep up the good work ^^
Re: whoa
Date: 2008-03-11 05:25 pm (UTC)Well, fate did bring them back together though and he was there for her through marriage and children...I tried to show from the epilogue that they remain close enough that he was watching both his child and hers so he ended up having more time with her than Will had.
I also have an AU version of the story, did you see it?
Re: whoa
Date: 2008-03-11 05:32 pm (UTC)the "AU version?"
do you mean The Twinkling of an Eye; because yes! i did indeed read that one first! i loved it; and simply HAD to find out about his daughter. thus began my search through your journal entries for the sequel [forgive me, but as i have stated before, i'm new and am still figuring LiveJournal out].
heehee
Re: whoa
Date: 2008-03-12 02:29 am (UTC)Re: whoa
Date: 2008-03-12 04:20 pm (UTC)fanfic galore!
why thank you for sharing, my dear~
-runs off to read some-
Re: whoa
Date: 2008-08-08 01:50 am (UTC)Re: whoa
Date: 2011-10-23 04:47 pm (UTC)Re: whoa
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