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| Keegan McAllister | 3 Oct 2008, 12:03 AM Post #36 |
Foot-in-Mouth Disease
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"That's all in the past," said Jack. "Besides, that had nothing to do with the Pirate Lords. Nor with the pieces of eight." Keegan pressed his lips together in a frown. But it was true, that was the whole point. There were more bizarre things in the world than Keegan would have thought, and the part that doubted was being brutally pounded by the part that believed, or was beginning to believe. If this was all true, were there really such things as sea monsters, mermaids, sirens, and all those other sea-going myths? Jack would probably know. He seemed to have more experience with the supernatural than most people. Perhaps that was the reason for his strangeness, as opposed to drinking.... Maybe not. "McAllister was it? Accompany Mr. Norrington to the docks so he can head on out o' here." An exaggerated frown appeared on Keegan's face as he looked up at Gibbs. He almost objected even before Norrington interrupted, but stopped himself. He was only a child, practically the lowest rung on the ship's social ladder, and Sparrow had no reason to keep him around anymore. If he didn't behave and do what he was told, he could end up stranded in Tortuga, and might never see his family again. He would rather sleep in the Pearl's brig than get stuck in town. Just as he was about to concede, Norrington interrupted. "Thank you, Gibbs, but I believe that is unnecessary," Norrington said, "There is actually something that I do wish to discuss....I want a job on the Black Pearl." Under other circumstances, Keegan would have laughed. In fact, his first inclination was to let out some kind of scoffing sound, but it died in his throat. The moment passed as he realized Norrington might just be serious. Why else would he be there? There was nowhere else for the former commodore to go, except another pirate ship or the gallows perhaps. Keegan was beginning to feel a strange sense of camaraderie with his old boss, as they were in a similar boat (so to speak). But at the same time, he knew Norrington would have a better chance of redeeming himself to Beckett and everyone else in the Caribbean if he stuck close to Sparrow in hopes of catching him. His father had said something about keeping friends close, but enemies closer. Norrington was probably thinking the same thing. Keegan cleared his face of emotion and turned an empty stare toward Jack. A surprising request, but it was still the captain's call. |
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| Jack | 4 Oct 2008, 09:03 PM Post #37 |
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((Or it's the reason for the drinking.  ))"I want a job on the Black Pearl." Jack was sure he heard that wrong. He repeated the sentence in his head, as if that would help him suddenly understand the intended meaning, all the while keeping an eye on Norrington to read said meaning from his face. There was nothing there. Norrington seemed to mean exactly what he had said, which presented Jack with a wide range of other conundrums, all centering around why Norrington wanted to be hired. Norrington couldn't have been sent out to catch him again. Well... It was possible, but the timing on would have to had to have been awfully tight. And why would they have sent a man alone - and a commodore, at that? It made no sense whatsoever. Then again, presuming Norrington was legitimately looking for a job, why would he come to Jack of all people? That made as little sense as the other option. Something was going on here that Jack didn't understand, and he wanted to find out what it was. Norrington was just one man, and it would be easy enough keeping an eye on him, especially when they would go to sea. The former commodore would be harmless enough then, and presumably he knew enough about sailing, though doing all the work himself might be a challenge. On balance, Jack was leaning towards hiring Norrington, but not just like that. It was what the commodore wanted him to do, and that alone was reason enough for a little stalling and fishing. "I'm not sure you qualify for a position." Not knowing what Norrington's angle was irritated Jack, and he almost added something about having no taste for the Navy's rejects, until he remembered the others present. Nevermind - much better to play it cool anyway. There was no reason to be annoyed; everything was in Jack's hands. Norrington wanted something, and it was up to Jack whether he would get it or not. It was a moment that should be savored, and Jack tried to experience it as such. Jack walked to his desk and sat down again, determined to at least pretend to be relaxing the way he had planned. "Let us review the last times I helped you. When I saved the life of your dear fiancee, you tried to have me shot and then threw me in jail. When I handed you Barbossa's men on a silver platter, you repaid me by putting a noose around my neck. So why should I help you now?" Jack looked hard at Norrington. "What could I possibly have to gain by letting you join my crew?" |
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| Joshamee Gibbs | 5 Oct 2008, 05:40 AM Post #38 |
First Mate
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((HA!! I bet you weren't expecting me to post so fast!!  ))When Norrington requested a job, Gibbs was speechless. He looked back and forth between the former commodore and his captain attempting to gauge the situation. Surely, Norrington couldn't be serious. Only days ago, he was working for a man who sought to hang Jack, along with every other pirate that roamed the seas. Now, he was asking to join him? Something wasn't right here, not right at all. He was sure Jack would object. It would be lunacy not to. "I'm not sure you qualify for a position. Let us review the last times I helped you. [...] What could I possibly have to gain by letting you join my crew?" Once again, his captain hadn't let him down. Gibbs crossed his arms and stared smuggly at Norrington, almost as though he was the one who had said it. "Nothin' but trouble, he's been," Gibbs agreed. "Although we can use someone t' clean the scuppers, come t' think of it. If yer interested, that is." A malevolent grin crossed his face as he said this, knowing full well that wasn't the sort of "job" Norrington was looking for. It was strange how quickly the tables had turned. Only a short time ago, he and Norrington were talking almost like old friends. Now the line in the sand had been drawn again, and the two men were standing on opposite sides of it. A small part of him felt guilty for turning on the man the way he did, but Norrington had no one but himself to blame. If he had been forthright with his situation from the beginning, Gibbs would have kept his distance (After the rum, of course. ) rather than drag him into enemy territory. |
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| James Norrington | 6 Oct 2008, 04:52 PM Post #39 |
Norrington, James Norrington
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"I'm not sure you qualify for a position." Norrington snorted. He'd be inclined to agree himself...he didn't qualify by matter that he was entirely too overqualified for any job Sparrow could offer him, barring certain things like serving as a captain. He would never be 'qualified' to lead a pirate crew if they were to go marauding about and pillaging. "Let us review the last times I helped you." Help? The man caused more trouble for Norrington than any help he had given. That he was positive of. The man had cost him a ship, and a court martial. Hardly helpful in any way shape or form. Unless he deemed ruining his career as being helpful. "When I saved the life of your dear fiancee, you tried to have me shot and then threw me in jail." Ah, well, there was that, too. But he hardly shot him. Rather, he was only really going to shoot him when he started to run. If he had cooperated and not taken a hostage and tried to resist arrest, then there would have been no need for that. And honestly...why be picky over the jail thing? He was doing his job, especially after he threatened Miss Swann. It took him a couple of moments to realise that he has said, 'fiancee' when identifying Elizabeth. Damn the man. Why did he always find the need to rub his inadequacies in his face? "When I handed you Barbossa's men on a silver platter, you repaid me by putting a noose around my neck. So why should I help you now?" Handed the men to him, as well as costing the lives of many of his own men as well. Failing to mention the tiny little fact that Barbossa's men, for a good while, could not die. Hardly honourable actions. On that stake alone Norrington would not have felt it wrong to hold Sparrow and make his life difficult, but as it were the man already had several outstanding death warrants. "What could I possibly have to gain by letting you join my crew?" "A crew that isn't a few apples short a bushel?" he said. "Although we can use someone t' clean the scuppers, come t' think of it. If yer interested, that is." Oh, no, Gibbs sure wasn't getting any sort of pleasure out of that, now was he? Norrington had to admit he was much the same way when he was a midshipman. The idea of having someone who was his superiour officer do those sorts of...demeaning tasks was a pleasant thought. Only here Gibbs would get more satisfaction than just the thought. He shrugged, figuring that if he really were on the run for his life, he would jump at the opportunity to get on a ship, or crew on a ship that could get him out of harm's way as fast as possible. Though if the option were left to him he never would have fled in the first place. Everything has consequences and to flee them is to bring the utmost dishonour upon oneself. "Better the scuppers than a gallows dance." |
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| Keegan McAllister | 7 Oct 2008, 12:50 AM Post #40 |
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Keegan listened with interest and amusement as Jack spoke about the past interactions between him and the commodore. The boy hadn't even been a part of the navy at that time, but he remembered some of the events associated with it. The attack on Port Royal, the big hullabaloo about the governor's daughter being kidnapped, a navy ship hijacked, then Jack was actually captured and almost hanged, but then he escaped again. Quite an adventure, it sounded like. And if all this about the cursed gold was true, that meant the story of the treasure was also true. Keegan wished he could have been there just to take some. "A crew that isn't a few apples short a bushel?" he said. The boy turned to frown at the commodore. So much for camaraderie. "You're not exactly endearing yourself to the jury," he mumbled. "Although we can use someone t' clean the scuppers, come t' think of it. If yer interested, that is." "Better the scuppers than a gallows dance." Keegan crossed his arms over his chest and grimaced at the ground. He would have been extremely close to his own gallows dance if luck hadn't turned things different ways. Actually, luck was only partially to blame. Keegan had made several decisions of his own that led to where he was now. In fact, this entire situation was almost completely his doing. And he was still lying. His family and friends in Port Royal thought he was on his way to Boston, except perhaps John. Still, this wasn't his decision. He would prefer the commodore to stay if only to have someone even slightly trustworthy around, not to mention a familiar face he didn't have to be too suspicious of. Norrington had always treated him respectfully, and Keegan maintained some of his admiration he had always held for the man. |
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| Jack | 14 Oct 2008, 09:32 PM Post #41 |
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"A crew that isn't a few apples short a bushel?" Jack almost didn't dignify that with a response, until he remembered a certain day some time ago, when their positions had been reversed. "I don't see your crew.... Commodore." He was half serious, at that; unwilling to write off the idea of a scheme of sorts, not because he truly believed that this was a trick, but because he didn't want Norrington to think that he didn't take that possibility into account. Whatever Norrington's angle was now, Jack didn't want him to get any ideas of betrayal later on. He wanted Norrington to know he was keeping an eye on him - even though in reality Jack probably couldn't be bothered with anything more than a casual glance every now and then, the same as the rest of the crew got. "Although we can use someone t' clean the scuppers, come t' think of it. If yer interested, that is." "Better the scuppers than a gallows dance." Somehow, Jack had expected more opposition - especially after the random and unwelcome insults Norrington had been throwing around. Norrington must really be desperate, for some reason or other. Jack didn't know what to think of it. With the ex-commodore out here all alone, he couldn't feel threatened enough to be suspicious. Gloating didn't seem to apply for some reason, and besides, Gibbs was taking care of that. The only thing Jack could do was say the word, and see how things would end up. "You're hired," he said matter-of-factly, pushing his chair back. "But if you don't follow orders, you will leave my ship at once - whether we're at sea or not. And now, if you'll excuse me..." He stood up, slowly and deliberately finding his balance. "... my company is expected in town." |
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