Request Ficlet for Elessil: "Leniency"
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elessil. Now, how did I know what her request would be? ;)
“Sir! You’re letting him have the run of the ship?”
There was obvious disapproval in the tone, and Norrington stiffened slightly. “Mr. Gillette, you are out of order!”
“But…but sir! He’s a…pirate! You said yourself—“
“I know what I said, Mr. Gillette.” His lieutenant began again to protest, but Norrington cut him off. “That will be all, Gillette. Sparrow will be hanged in due course. In the meantime, we will give him such freedom as may be had on a vessel armed to the teeth and fully manned with the King’s finest. You may go.”
Gillette gobbled slightly, but remembered himself at last. He saluted briefly, and took himself off, though he gave Sparrow a searing look as he passed him on deck.
Sparrow, who had been leaning on the rail, watching the sea, and the island, now far behind them, straightened and watched Gillette disappear below-decks, then turned to face Norrington. For a moment, the two looked at each other. Natural enemies. An uneasy, and very temporary truce.
Norrington’s brow quirked, and then he turned away.
As he walked back to the quarterdeck, he thought of Elizabeth. Now his betrothed. He wondered if she had any real understanding of how fortunate she had been in Sparrow. After helping her gain the shore, he had apparently behaved in an almost gentlemanly manner for the duration of their sojourn on that island.
A very odd sort of pirate.
Yes. The irons, and the brig could wait. And the hanging: that could wait too.
They’d all come, soon enough.
~.~
elessil. Now, how did I know what her request would be? ;)~ Leniency ~
“Sir! You’re letting him have the run of the ship?”
There was obvious disapproval in the tone, and Norrington stiffened slightly. “Mr. Gillette, you are out of order!”
“But…but sir! He’s a…pirate! You said yourself—“
“I know what I said, Mr. Gillette.” His lieutenant began again to protest, but Norrington cut him off. “That will be all, Gillette. Sparrow will be hanged in due course. In the meantime, we will give him such freedom as may be had on a vessel armed to the teeth and fully manned with the King’s finest. You may go.”
Gillette gobbled slightly, but remembered himself at last. He saluted briefly, and took himself off, though he gave Sparrow a searing look as he passed him on deck.
Sparrow, who had been leaning on the rail, watching the sea, and the island, now far behind them, straightened and watched Gillette disappear below-decks, then turned to face Norrington. For a moment, the two looked at each other. Natural enemies. An uneasy, and very temporary truce.
Norrington’s brow quirked, and then he turned away.
As he walked back to the quarterdeck, he thought of Elizabeth. Now his betrothed. He wondered if she had any real understanding of how fortunate she had been in Sparrow. After helping her gain the shore, he had apparently behaved in an almost gentlemanly manner for the duration of their sojourn on that island.
A very odd sort of pirate.
Yes. The irons, and the brig could wait. And the hanging: that could wait too.
They’d all come, soon enough.
~.~