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Aug. 2nd, 2007 12:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sam_gamgeeHere's another fic snippet that's never going to get finished.
I got this idea while on the way home from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eternalmusings's house.
Prologue:
In Will’s first 10 years as the captain of the Flying Dutchman, things began to shift.
They first stopped in the Land of the Dead, to allow those on the crew and the souls they had picked up along the way to disembark that wanted to. Most of the crew did – glad to be free of Davy Jones’ imposed servitude. A few, like Bill Turner, stayed either due to a sense of honor or because they didn’t want to give up their immortality yet. And Will was extremely grateful for their knowledge of the ship’s workings. Will was able to flesh out his crew with a few of the recently dead – including Admiral James Norrington, who signed on to be his first mate.
They spent the majority of the decade ferrying souls and cleaning up Jones’ mess, stopping in port only long enough for Norrington and a few men to go ashore to restock. Will even began to enjoy his new turn in life as the captain ferryman of the dead.
But as the months and days grew closer to his day with Elizabeth, he became restless for land.
***
“How did your day go?” Norrington asked when Will reappeared on the ship.
“It was…pleasant,” Will replied before bellowing, “Mr. Turner, set our course!” An ‘Aye, Captain,’ followed them as Norrington followed Will to his quarters. “I doubt you would like me to recount my day as much as I want to recount it, James,” Will said, turning back to his first mate as he reached the door of his cabin.
“In most instances, I would be inclined to agree,” Norrington replied. “But I doubt it’s very often that the Captain of the Dutchmen returns to his ship looking quite so downhearted. If I recall, this sort of thing was what set Davy Jones down his path.”
“There will be no women scorned this time around, Mr. Norrington,” Will replied frostily before stepping back into his quarters. “Now, goodnight.” He firmly shut the door.
“Good night, Captain Turner,” Norrington murmured as he headed for the helm.
“I don’t suppose you’ve been anything other than James?” Will asked a few days later, as he and Norrington were leaning against the bow of the ship.
James shook his head and gave Will a small, warm smile. “Never. My father was never one for nicknames and my mother wasn’t one to go against his wishes.” There was a pause as he looked out over the water. “And for a long time, I didn’t mind. His approval had been the only thing that mattered.”
Casting him a sidelong glance, Will prompted, “What changed?”
Norrington gave Will a wide smile. “A spirited and beautiful young woman and a pirate that’s a force of nature.”
“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you really smile.”
“I think it’s the first time I’ve really had reason to. I may be dead, but I’m finally free.”
Will smiled back. “That must be an odd feeling, then.”
“You have no idea.”
I got this idea while on the way home from
eternalmusings's house.Prologue:
In Will’s first 10 years as the captain of the Flying Dutchman, things began to shift.
They first stopped in the Land of the Dead, to allow those on the crew and the souls they had picked up along the way to disembark that wanted to. Most of the crew did – glad to be free of Davy Jones’ imposed servitude. A few, like Bill Turner, stayed either due to a sense of honor or because they didn’t want to give up their immortality yet. And Will was extremely grateful for their knowledge of the ship’s workings. Will was able to flesh out his crew with a few of the recently dead – including Admiral James Norrington, who signed on to be his first mate.
They spent the majority of the decade ferrying souls and cleaning up Jones’ mess, stopping in port only long enough for Norrington and a few men to go ashore to restock. Will even began to enjoy his new turn in life as the captain ferryman of the dead.
But as the months and days grew closer to his day with Elizabeth, he became restless for land.
***
“How did your day go?” Norrington asked when Will reappeared on the ship.
“It was…pleasant,” Will replied before bellowing, “Mr. Turner, set our course!” An ‘Aye, Captain,’ followed them as Norrington followed Will to his quarters. “I doubt you would like me to recount my day as much as I want to recount it, James,” Will said, turning back to his first mate as he reached the door of his cabin.
“In most instances, I would be inclined to agree,” Norrington replied. “But I doubt it’s very often that the Captain of the Dutchmen returns to his ship looking quite so downhearted. If I recall, this sort of thing was what set Davy Jones down his path.”
“There will be no women scorned this time around, Mr. Norrington,” Will replied frostily before stepping back into his quarters. “Now, goodnight.” He firmly shut the door.
“Good night, Captain Turner,” Norrington murmured as he headed for the helm.
“I don’t suppose you’ve been anything other than James?” Will asked a few days later, as he and Norrington were leaning against the bow of the ship.
James shook his head and gave Will a small, warm smile. “Never. My father was never one for nicknames and my mother wasn’t one to go against his wishes.” There was a pause as he looked out over the water. “And for a long time, I didn’t mind. His approval had been the only thing that mattered.”
Casting him a sidelong glance, Will prompted, “What changed?”
Norrington gave Will a wide smile. “A spirited and beautiful young woman and a pirate that’s a force of nature.”
“I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you really smile.”
“I think it’s the first time I’ve really had reason to. I may be dead, but I’m finally free.”
Will smiled back. “That must be an odd feeling, then.”
“You have no idea.”
