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“Dear Commodore Norrington:
If you are Desirous of obtaining information leading to the whereabouts
of a band of Notorious Pirates, come alone to the Alley behind
the Green Goat Tavern at Midnight tonight.
Yours, etc.
A Friend”
The words floated about in James’s head as he slowly regained
consciousness. Floated about, spoken in the voice of… Elizabeth
Turner?
“Jack!” the voice continued. “This was not what we meant. This
note is an out and out lie! You told us you could get him onto
the Pearl without the least difficulty.”
“And didn’t I just?” said another voice: Sparrow’s! James
winced, clouds of outrage and anger gathering in his aching head,
and Sparrow added, “Look! See, he’s comin’ round already.”
“Jack, you’re mad!” Will’s voice, if James wasn’t mistaken. “He’s
going to murder you for this. And probably us, as well.”
“He c’n try!” said Sparrow, with cheerful belligerence. “But it
ain’t my fault! ‘He’d brought that twit, Gillette, along, against
me explicit instructions! An’ Groves, too. Distracted me, like,
an’ while we was gettin’ those two trussed up, Bowers got a bit
overenthusiastic.”
“He’s a real fighter, is Norrington, ma’am,” came another familiar
voice. Gibbs? “Wouldn’t think so, when ‘e’s tricked out in that
fancy uniform, all buttons an’ braid, but there you be. It don’t
pay to judge a book by its cover.”
“But a blow to the head! Jack he could have been killed!” In spite
of the truth of this statement, James was extremely pleased with
Elizabeth’s tone of accusation, and sympathetic concern.
“Nah. Bowers knows ‘is business. He’ll be fine. James, can
you hear me, lad? ”
This last was spoken in a raised tone, and at such very close
range that James’s eyes flew open, to be met with the exotic and
highly annoying sight of Sparrow, hovering. James opened his mouth
and was pleased to be able to say, very clearly and pointedly,
“I am not deaf .”
Grinning, goldly, Sparrow straightened, and glanced at his companions,
who stood close at hand. “See?”
“James!” said Elizabeth, grave concern writ upon her lovely countenance.
She brushed Sparrow aside to sit down on the cot. James winced
slightly, not so much at his hurts, which thus far seemed relatively
minor, but at the casual brush of her hip against his own, and
at her proximity. Assault, and now torture . “You are
hurt! James, indeed we are so sorry! I might have known Jack would
spoil things.”
“I didn’t!” Sparrow protested, his mobile face arranging itself
into an aggrieved pout. “You wanted him here for his birthday,
an’ here ‘e is! A bit worse for wear, but that’ll pass.”
James stared. “My birthday! Is that what this is about?” He set
his teeth as Sparrow beamed at him. “I will kill you.”
“Ha!” said Sparrow, brightly. “Tried before, but you ain’t succeeded
so far! I’d be happy to oblige you with a match, later, though.
When you’re feelin’ more the thing.”
James growled, “You broke my window!”
“It was an accident!” Sparrow protested. Elizabeth and Will looked
puzzled, and Sparrow explained, “Thought it was open! That’s how
we delivered the note, y’see?”
They did not, obviously, so James enlightened them. “Tied to a
rock. Thrown through the window of my study as I was sipping my
after-dinner brandy.”
Elizabeth stared at Jack, but Turner just fell about, laughing.
“Oh, Lord. James! James, I’m sorry! We’re sorry. And yes,
of course you may kill Jack. For idiocy, if nothing else.”
“But afterwards, if you please,” Elizabeth begged, brushing James’s
forehead with a cool, gentle hand. “It would put such a pall over
your birthday party. And we’ve been planning this for weeks!”
James stared. “Weeks? Really?”
“Yes!”
“Aye,” agreed Sparrow. “Told you last Christmas I’d have you aboard
for a real party one day. Remember? When I stayin’ at Swann’s
an’ walked in, all en dishabille , when you was speakin’
with Elizabeth?”
The pirate gave him a flirtatious look and batted his eyes. Outrageous!
James’s lips twitched at the look and the memory, both. “I remember.
That horrid dressing gown.”
“Aye. An’ the knit slippers.”
Elizabeth stiffened. “I made those slippers!”
“So ye did, darlin’, and they’re lovely. Only not in me usual
style, eh?”
“They were quite appropriate, for a pirate taken ill of influenza,
and no doubt were of aid in your swift recovery.”
James said, acidly, “I hope you have retained them, for you will
shortly be once more under the weather.”
Jack gave a roll of his eyes and pleaded, “Now, James! Just wait
‘til you see what we’ve got planned these next couple o’ days
before you start tryin’ to poke holes in me. The Gov’nor’s makin’
your excuses, an’ loaned us his chef, too! There’s goin’ to be
a pig roast on the beach, an’ cake, an’ presents! ”
Good Lord! James felt himself gaping, and quickly covered
it by saying gruffly, “And rum, I suppose?”
“Rum comin’ out your ears, if you like! Of course rum!”
It was no use. James shook his head, wincing slightly, but allowed
a chuckle of defeat to escape. “Help me sit up, then, you reprobate,
and produce me this rum. I can’t remember the last time I was
in such need of a drink!”
“Your wish is my command -- so long’s you remember I’m Captain
o’ this vessel, o’ course. Gibbs! A mug of your best grog
for the Commodore.” He turned back to James and said, conspiratorially,
“Best start out slow: it’s going to be a festive few days, mate!”
~.~
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