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Rags of TimePart 9by Full headers in Chapter 1
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James sat at his desk in the fort, blankly staring at the papers in front of him. He had been doing so for at least a few minutes, and had no idea what was written on them. His mind was very much elsewhere. Specifically, in the bed at his fishing hut. More specifically, it was in the process of reminding his body of exactly what was going on the last time he was there. He'd woken again once Jack had come back inside, saw him knelt beside him on the bed staring at him with a strange distant look on his face. His eyes were intense as they'd held James's, till he leant down suddenly and took hold of James's face, long fingers cupping his jaw and cheeks as he kissed him with deep urgency, mouths pressing hard together. They'd spent the next hour with bodies pressed together, hands and lips and fingers searching and finding each other's secrets till the intensity of their passions had lifted, released. They had lay there then, Jack's arm under James's shoulders while his free hand danced above their faces, illustrating stories and words. James laughed, Jack watched his face, the sharp corners of his mouth against the soft curve of his cheek, the light crinkling of the skin around his eyes. They let the morning sun pass over them to midday, the shadow of the wall stroke across their bodies on the bed. Till Jack's face darkened, whispering something James didn't quite catch as he said he was leaving. 'In that the world's contracted thus.' A knock at the door snapped him out of it. The clerk entered, followed by a red-faced huffing man. James felt his stomach sink. "Ah, Mr. Brooks. How nice to see you again." "Shoddy, Commodore. Shoddy and unacceptable. I am most unsatisfied with this whole situation..." The man droned on about some petty issues he had with another merchant resident in the harbour, claiming the number of guards on duty in the harbour should be increased, quoting rules and regulations as though he thought James was ignorant of them. He looked like some affronted chicken, puffing and pacing before the desk; the image suddenly reminded James of the chicken story Jack had told him while they were aboard the Dauntless. He barked out an unexpected laugh, stopping the man in his tracks, and only just managed to disguise it as a cough. "Commodore, what is the meaning of this?" the man demanded. The words suddenly hit him. What was the meaning anyway? James was suddenly fed up with the whole thing. He was sick of paying lip service to fat wealthy merchants, being forced to bow to their will and use Navy resources to pacify them just for the sake of appearance. Sick of bending over backwards to ensure the Crown received a percentage of their profits to keep the Admiralty's cellars well-stocked. "I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Brooks," he replied, his sudden apathy deepening the arrogance in his tone. He saw the rage rise in the man's face; he practically trembled. "I demand that you increase the guard along the docks!" The man's fist landed heavily on James's desk. James dropped his gaze to it, saw the knuckles white with tension. "Get out of this office, Mr. Brooks," he said quietly, returning to the paperwork in front of him. He refused to look up at the man again even as he ranted and eventually made to leave. "Just wait until the Governor hears of this, Norrington. I will not be spoken to in that manner! I will not be dismissed like some errant schoolboy..." Alone again, James rose from his desk and stood by the window, looking out to the horizon. Thinking Jack was there somewhere.
Jack had left the Pearl docked in Tortuga; even if half of the men jumped ship, the Pearl was always easy to re-crew. The little boat he had acquired had made good time across the water to Jamaica. He'd left it tied up in the little bay where he had met James last time. Now he stood in the garden of James's house, the heavy scent of lilies hanging in the dark air. There was light coming from James's upstairs study; there were also lights in the servants' rooms, so Jack couldn't sneak in through the kitchen as he had done previously. He spotted an upstairs window open and scaled the wall, inching it open quietly, and slipped through the gap. He was in one of the spare bedrooms, and crept slowly across the room to open the door slightly, see where he was in relation to the study. He cursed under his breath as the door handle creaked, froze for a moment. He cursed again when he heard tentative footsteps on the stairs. Bugger-bugger-bollocks. He jerked around like some kind of marionette, looking to see if there was anywhere to hide in the room. Seeing none, he paused, hearing the steps get closer, grabbed haphazardly for his pistol, then his sword, but left them both where they were. That would be no good. "I'll hear no end of it if I kill his butler..." he muttered. With that he saw the fireplace, exclaimed triumphantly under his breath and grabbed the poker. He positioned himself behind the door, poker raised above his head, an unwilling wide-eyed expression on his face. He heard the steps stop outside the door, saw the door inch its way open. Then the door was pushed open suddenly, and Jack saw the cocked pistol first, pointed directly at his chest, and it was only as the poker was halfway towards its target that he managed to stop it, seeing that it was James who held the gun. "Christ almighty, James, you scared the life out of me." Jack exhaled heavily as he lowered the poker. James's stony expression softened. "You did just clamber into my house. Who else were you expecting to find?" "I thought I was going to 'ave to knock out your bloody butler." "The staff stay downstairs in the evenings." James smiled lightly, put the pistol back into his belt. "I was going down to fetch some paperwork." "So you just wander around with a loaded pistol all night then, hey?" Jack motioned towards it incredulously. "As do you." James's expression was somewhat detached, Jack realised. He suddenly wasn't sure if he was actually welcome. "What are you doing here, Jack?" "Just came to see you again is all. Don't worry, no one's seen me." Jack smiled, all seductive charm and eyes and lips. He leant the poker against the wall with an exaggerated motion, sidled over to James and pressed his body to him. "Don't say you ain't missed me, luv," he said, looking up at him through his eyelashes, the kohl exaggerating the contrast between the dark and whites of his eyes, even in the dimness. He felt James's body tense at his touch, heard him inhale sharply. James's eyes closed slowly as his lips twitched up and finally smiled. "I wouldn't give you the satisfaction, Jack," he said sarcastically. James brought his arms around the other man, pulled him closer. He took off Jack's hat, rested his face against the bandanna, inhaling deeply the smell of his hair. "You smell of earth and air and the sea," he whispered quietly. "S'called freedom, luv."
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