Stranded - 1/6
Fandom: PotC: Pirates of the Caribbean
Category: Angst, Romance
Summary: Jack and Norrington, stranded on an Isle
Warning: M/M, Slash
Disclaimer: I don´t own them. Nobody is capable of owning them.
Feedback: Yes, please. It´s my treasure.
Beta: Monika, Ysolde
Released: September 2003
Word Count: 1.248
The first thing he noticed was his head, it hurt terribly. His body was second it hurt even worse. He smelled the ocean; he tasted salt in his mouth. The sound of breaking waves rushed in his ears. He opened his eyes. Bright light hit his retina and made his head pound. The pain in his skull grew almost unbearable.
Ahead of him lay the ocean, blue, glistening, alluring. He tried to stand up. He couldn´t. Only now he realised he was tied up. He couldn´t move his hands. They were tightly bound behind his back. He was bound to a - palm tree? Confused and still a little dazed he looked around. He was on some beach. But where? What happened? He couldn´t remember. He tore at his bonds. They didn´t shift. Not a bit. "Damn," he swore faintly. What now? He was obviously alone here. But then who had tied him up? Where the hell was he? He searched the horizon. Not the tiniest sign of any ship. Ship? Oh God! Suddenly, memories hit him.
A fight on a ship. The "Black Pearl". The ship of that pirate Sparrow! He had been fighting him. All the men were fighting. Sparrow´s pirates against his men. He remembered the shouting and the noise. Gunshots. There was fire everywhere. He didn´t care. Sparrow was all he cared about. Standing in front of him, grinning. Mocking him. It was making him furious. He attacked the pirate again and again trying to strike him down. He was forgetting what was happening around him. Only beating Sparrow mattered. Then, what? He didn´t know. After the attack, there was only darkness.
The next thing he could remember was waking up here. Hurt. Bound. Captured. But why and by whom? Damn that pirate, the filthy scoundrel. Certainly, it´s his fault I´m here. I hate him so much.
He viewed the surrounding area. Sand. Water. Palm trees. No more than that. It couldn´t be worse. It was hot. The sun was shining mercilessly on the white, glittering sand. The waves were ploughing ceaselessly against it.I´m doomed. I´m going to die here. Alone.
A figure was coming from the left into his field of vision. He squinted. No. It can´t be. That walk. I´m having a nightmare. He can´t be here. But it was him. The pirate. Jack Sparrow. As the figure grew closer, he saw that Sparrow was grinning. He looked almost overjoyed. Norrington felt sick.
"Well, Commodore. Finally awake. Are ye feeling comfortable?"
"Sparrow!" He almost spat the name out.
Sparrow smiled down at him. "The very same. Always at yer service."
"Where am I, you ..." he sought the proper insult "...pirate."
"I don´t know."
"Where are my men?"
"I don´t know that either. We´re alone here. Just ye and me, mate. Fun, eh?"
"But, what..." He was made mute by Sparrow´s constant grinning, confused by it.
"What happened?" Sparrow finished. "Not much. Ye attacked me. At the same moment, something exploded behind ye. Ye were flung overboard. I came after ye."
Disbelieving, Norrington stared up to him. "Why?"
Sparrow came nearer and kneeled down in front of him. "I assumed ye were knocked unconscious. I didn´t want ye to drown." Rather gently, he seized Norrington´s head by the thick brown hair.
Only now, Norrington noticed, his wig was gone.
"I grabbed ye, luckily found a plank and pulled us onto it. We were drifting away from the ships. Nobody seemed to notice."
"Where is my jacket?"
"That´s what bothers ye? I had to pull it off. It was too heavy. It could have dragged ye down to the bottom of the ocean."
"How did we come to be here?"
"Luck. Pure luck." The pirate observed him.
Norrington knew his captor expected some response. But he remained silent looking at his bare feet. Stockings and boots were gone.
Sparrow resumed talking. "Ye look really different without that wig. So defenceless."
He shuddered. What might the pirate do to him? "Where did you get the rope you tied me up with?"
"Oh, just lucky." He flashed him a mischievous grin. "The rope was part of the plank that brought us here."
I´m his prisoner. I´m in his grip. He can do whatever he wants to do to me. He could kill me right now. "What do you want to do with me?" he was finally able to croak hoarsely.
"I don´t know." Sparrow smiled mysteriously. "Not yet." He moved closer. "What do ye want me to do with ye?"
Becoming nervous, Norrington astonished himself, by asking: "Cut me lose."
Sparrow shook his head. "Sorry, but released ye´re much too dangerous."
Norrington became infuriated. "You can´t keep me like this."
"Ye have really pretty green eyes," Sparrow mumbled, amused. "Like the sea."
Norrington blinked, confused. "What?"
Slowly, Sparrow shoved his knee between Norrington´s legs. He pulled his face nearer to his own. "Ye know, I´m getting very excited about all this, luv. Us. Here. Alone." His lips were touching Norrington´s ear.
The British officer was petrified.
The pirate whispered gently: "I think I know now, what I want to do with ye." His lips slid smoothly to Norrington´s mouth.
"What are you doing?" Norrington gasped. "Are you mad?"
"Aye, as ye´ve always presumed," Sparrow agreed teasingly. He shut the officer´s mouth by kissing him, firm, soft and long.
Norrington tried to pull away, but he couldn´t. Maybe he didn´t want to.
Sparrow broke the kiss, smiling satisfied. "I´ve always wanted to do that."
A faint blush crept over Norrington´s cheeks and Sparrow noticed it with pleasure. "I think we will have a lot of fun here, eh?"
"You bastard, I´ll kill you!"
"Ye´re not serious, mate."
"I´m bloody serious!" Norrington shouted. Desperate, he tore at his bonds. But it was useless. They were too tight.
Quickly, Sparrow touched his lips one more time.
Norrington inhaled sharply. Never before, had he felt so ashamed and helpless. He closed his eyes. He couldn´t stand Sparrow´s mockery.
The pirate brushed his lips gently over his enemy´s cheek. "Next time, we´ll take it a little further. What do ye say?"
Shocked, Norrington tore his eyes open again.
Sparrow laughed gleefully.
"Don´t you dare and never touch me again! I swear, I´ll hunt you down and kill you!"
That threat amused the pirate even more. "Never stop hunting me, luv. I don´t want our competition to stop. I want to go on. Forever and ever. Further and further." He stood up. "I´ll try to find some water." He turned to leave.
"Sparrow!" Norrington burst out. "Come back here! Release me at once!"
But Sparrow didn´t give any answer or looked back. He was whistling cheerfully.
Norrington, alone again, was scared. Next time, he thought, next time. What is happening to me? "God damn you, Jack Sparrow," he swore bitterly. Next time, it would be different. I will fight this. I will fight you. You are a pirate. Your only purpose is to hang. I will bring you to this. I hate you so much. I could kill you right now. I could... The sweet arousal he was feeling in his groin told him otherwise. He imagined Jack Sparrow in his grip, bound like he was. Sparrow at his mercy. What he would do to him. But the image, which was coming to his mind wasn´t about torturing the pirate. Not at all. Norrington was trembling with shame. Good God! What´s wrong with me? Did the heat already make me mad?