Ah yes, My first post ever. Phew.

The Glint

Part 1\?

Rating: Absolutely safe…. For now.
Pairing: The beautiful commodore and the magnificent pirate.
Summary: Jack thought he knew everything.
Warnings: hmm. Angst? Unresolved Sexual Tension?
Disclaimer: I wouldn’t Dream of stealing anything, such as those pretty pearls from the mouse. Fingers crossed.


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run, desire, run this sexual being
run him like a blade to & through the heart
no conscience, one motive...
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Rumblings.

Pirates are rumbling all around me. Of course, I don’t bother to listen. Not for a single moment.

Yes, I was kidnapped. Indeed. Kidnapped by those… Messy people, My tongue being extremely delicate.

And now…Well, now.

They had snatched me from Port Royal like a damsel. A drunk damsel - I am ashamed to say.
They had stared at me, bounded to that blasted mast, for 20 days and nights.
They had demanded, and of course – received that vile ransom in exchange for the commodore, -for me-, to be brought upon safety again.

And now.

Now I am standing upon the earth of the Port Royal, Being unloaded from the damn black pirate ship, having my hands cuffed behind my back. I know I am condemned to stand there without any further movement, or else I will be shot by one of the crew. Still, although unwelcome people are surrounding me with their rumblings and twitchy murmurs, I hear nothing. Nothing but the Sparrow.

Damnation, in the shape of kohl dark eyes, golden skin and jingling trinkets is swaying giddily right in front of me.

"Get aboard Gibbs, I'll be there in a minute."

"Are ye' sure cap'n? I mean, The messenger has already summoned the navals and –"

"Aboard Gibbs, now." Said the captain pirate, rather sharply.

"Aye Cap'n Jack" Murmured the Ex-naval bearded man while he climbed up to the deck of the damned. Sparrow just remained to stand where he was, his stare unfocused.
What on heaven's name does he want now? Apparently that raving human wanted
to say something, but…

Silence. A disturbing one.

"Don' worry 'bout a thing, eh commodore?" He says to me, thankfully breaking the silly but momentary embarrassment.

"Oh, I am calm", I lie to him openly, all while I knew I was absolutely fuming with him since ever. Oh, The desire to strangle him and his intolerable pride is flushing with in my internals.

He looked at me briefly, but his face still remained blank.

Oddly enough, The man's face froze of all their insane expressions since I was unloaded from the ship until now, when he came to stand here with me on this port.

"Yer eyes are glintin' furiously, in spite of what you say, commodore."

Why, on heaven's name, oh why does this man, this dreadful brute, can see, no –pierce-, right through me and my lies every time again and again?

And why does he have to be the only living soul upon this earth whom is capable of achieving that?

God, I despise that fact.

"Non of your business, pirate.", I spat.

No facial expression appears while he yet continues to observe the ocean, maybe his pearl.

His Black Pearl...

…My lost Interceptor.

"Aye, a'int me business", is responded distantly.

I gazed at him. Something…Something was burning inside of my throat. My rage. My broken…pride?

"Yours are glinting as well, though", I said smugly.

He was still silent, for some strange reason persisting upon leaving his face blank.
This is extremely unlike him, it suddenly strikes me. During those nights and days I was forced to endure his company all along he never missed a single chance to clumsily throw his irritating cheerful smug character all over my icy figure.

Yet then his face turns slowly to focus upon mine and he takes a step closer to me.

I tense…. slightly.

His voice is very low, very even.
"That is because you deeply annoy me commodore….Savvy?"

I was right. His eyes are glinting, shimmering even, with anger. The man was… being serious. For the first time ever since I have laid my eyes upon his silhouette. Is he going to hurt me now? Smash the last dot of pride I have managed to preserve and unleash his rage onto my blood - on my own port while I am stripped from defense?

Oh, That hatred pirate.
Blast him. BLAST.

"Not a single matter of apology or regret is about to be formed upon my lips Sparrow, What-so-ever. And no threat of yours is going to chan-"

My words are cut off by his index finger coming up very close to my mouth. I lean my face slightly backwards in order to avoid his touch as much as I can, without showing him he had actually succeeded taking me my by surprise and embarrassment yet again, this time only by his proximity.

Wait…
Did he just intend to touch my lips now?

"Hush now, commodore. I a'int really interested in your words at the moment ye see, under the specific current circumstances-" He pauses for a minute with his lips pouty in thought, his eye wander aimlessly just for a second, then back to mine- "And under any other general circumstances actually."

Oh no. Those nonsense of his are certainly not worthy of my response.
I simply glower at him with greeted teeth. The man is not about to make me bare the blizzard which is enveloping my emotions at the moment.

But suddenly his eyes are lacking some of the anger I saw in them just a moment ago. He leans further closer, and his voice is low and harsh, but somehow different.

"Just one more thing commodore, before I leave you here to your own miserable onsies…"

He still hasn't lowered his finger completely and now it is pointing at my chest, as if he is lecturing me. And he is leaning even more dangerously closer.
To kick his groin now… oh yes.

"You… I want ye' to take of yerself… Commodore, and not only while duty."
What? What, in the name of the flames of the blazing hell, did he just say?

"Oh? so you'd be able to make me feel like an imbecile for the rest of my career? You are to be executed Sparrow, whether it is me to-"

"Oh, just shut your leaking mouth commodore. I didn' mean-"

What was that in his voice? Hurt? To hell with it.

"Sparrow! I demand you let me go right away-"

His finger then pushed into my chest a little painfully and I gasp. His face is not very far from mine now and I am forced to look into his eyes. He speaks very slowly to me.

"You can't possibly try to mend your heart's broken pieces forever."

I gape at him. It is all I manage to do. Why? Why is he doing this to me? Why wouldn’t he just walk away? How will I ever be able to forgive my self…Forgive her…? To move on? Ellizabeth…. How.. could you? I…

No. NO. Never.

"You filthy lawbreaker, how dare you say those things to me-"

And then… Then he snaps. At me.

He pointing finger disappears to his coat and suddenly a pistol is extracted, so very swiftly I could barely notice it, and is pressed to my right temple. Warm metal against me, and I stiffen completely – silenced.

It is so hard for me to tell what I can see now in his eyes. Confusion. Some rattling battle is occurring there, within this man in front of me. He is struggling within himself… like me. So close.

His eyes are digging into mine for long moments, plundering my very personality, my core. He is searching for something.

I can see… no… can't be…Some sort sadness?

I am scared.

"Yer' wrong commodore. I wouldn’t dare say anythin' to ye'. I even happen not to know what to say to me own self. No explanations are found…James"

*James*. Never in my life have I ever heard my name pronounced like this.
My heart… yes, my heart just leaped within my chest.

"You are mad, Sparrow." I manage to bubble out unevenly, while forcing my sight on him.

He shuts his eyes for a long second, then reopens them.

"Oh commodore, I am. The thing is, ye' see, I am mad for things I shouldn’t be mad for.."

I don’t understand anything anymore.

I try to tilt away my head away from him but he presses the pistol further against my skin.

"Don’t move now", I think I heard him whisper against my face.

And then he moves his face to my shoulder, stops with his mouth very close to my ear.

I am shivering now. Cold sweat is covering my forehead. The pistol is gently thumping to my brow with my every shudder. God help me.

"Cant you see? The lass was simply not good enough for you." He speaks so quietly.

Ellizabeth…. Not … good enough? For me? But she is so beautiful…All I wanted was her smile… Her… embrace.

I shut my eyes tightly. So very tightly. Shivering so harshly I almost lean against him for support, while my hands are tearing against their metallic cuffs.

"What…why are you…"

His other hand comes up to my shoulder and grabs me violently, digging into my flesh. He is not parting away from my face.

"I just don’ know anymore James. Me pearl is me freedom eh?. I thought I knew everythin', But I seem to…..How can I…"

We both stir to Gillete's screaming voice at the distance. The navy.

He sighs against my ear, and the pistol is loosened.

I feel myself taking a sharp intake of air into my burning lungs.

And then, I feel something warm, chappy and soft pressing very gently onto my left cheek.

Goodness…. Those are lips.

His lips.

Not a single whelp is leaving my dried throat, but my heart is beating, no- racing- in my chest so forcefully I can hear nothing but it's cannons.

And… the silky touch is leaving my cheek now. With this comes a silent sigh.

"Please James, just… take care."

The pistol is lowered slowly back to his coat, and then his other hand's fingers are releasing my shoulder… gliding on my chest lightly while dropping to his side.

He steps away rather quickly, his eyes are in the distance. So are mine.

"Commodore Norrington!! Captain Sparrow, halt in the name of the law!!"
Gillette's voice startles us both yet again, but I wont dare to look at him… I wont…

But he does look briefly at me, exactly when I defied my eyes on him.

"Commodore." His voice is calm.. Or is it?

"Captain." I only manage to whisper. Good god. I will never dare asking my self upon what I have just gone through.

Then he turns his back to me…. And walks away. To the pearl, to his freedom.

I want to cover my face, but I cant. I am cuffed. In so many ways.

Then, foreign hands are touching me. Strong. Naval. Port Royal. I am back.

As he's climbing onto the deck he wont look at me. At his nemesis. He wont. He must'nt.

And me? I wont look at him as well. Never. I… have to take care of myself.

*Fin*

Tbc?

Well… that’s it for now. I hope you indeed have enjoyed this piece.
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