Sparrow heard the jangle of keys and the clank as
the lock turned. He opened his eyes a crack and
prepared himself. Surely this had to be Will, come to
spring him so they could be off to the Pearl. The girl
was nice enough but Bootstrap Bill's child was never
going to be able to deny his pirate blood. Lust hummed
in his veins when he gave the idea more than a passing
thought.
   Instead, the voice that reached his ears had the
stiff, opulent tones of Commodore James Norrington. 'I
would speak with you, pirate.'
   Jack opened his eyes enough so that Norrington
could see he was awake. He raised himself on one
elbow. 'Not afraid of soilin' yerself, are ye, boy?'
   Norrington lashed out with a hard left fist, the
blow rocking Jack's head and causing his mouth to
bleed a little. 'You will speak when you are spoken
to, pirate.'
   Jack grinned ferally, the blood suddenly pounding
in his ears. He hanged tomorrow; what did he care if
he was beat up when it happened? Norrington would not
have the satisfaction of winning tonight since he
would win tomorrow.
   Truth be told, Jack was disappointed that neither
Will nor the crew of the Pearl had come for him. Not
that he really expected them to do so but the attempt
would have been appreciated.
   He glanced up to see that Norrington was glaring at
him in the half-light from the torch outside his cell.
Something about the look made Jack get to his feet. As
he got closer, he could smell alcohol on the
Commodore's breath. He was almost sure that Norrington
only indulged in an occasional claret or brandy'which
made the smell of rum all the more enticing on his
breath.
   'Ye didn't come t' just stare, Commodore, did ye?
What is it ye be wantin'? If I'm t' hang on the
morrow, I'll need my beauty sleep so's I can leave a
pretty corpse.' Jack braced himself for another blow.
When it came, Jack dodged out of the way and seized
the wrist.
   Norrington tried to pull away but, to his horror,
Sparrow held his wrist hard. 'Release me at once!'
   Sparrow chuckled, the sound entirely too haughty
for a man facing a sure end at dawn. 'I could ask the
same of you, lad.'
   Looking into the dark eyes, Norrington became aware
that Sparrow was at once older than he yet seemed
almost a child in many ways. The look, however, that
strayed from Norrington's eyes to his lips was far
from child-like.
   'I know yer type, Norrington. Ye pretend ye're
somehow superior to me but the truth is ye'd give
anythin' to let yerself be just like me even fer jus'
one day.' Sparrow's grip transferred from Norrington's
wrist to his shirtfront, holding the officer with the
power of his eyes alone. 'We could run off together,
ye know. I know where we could find some lads to help
us crew that nice big boat o' yers. Ye'd make a fine
pirate and a bloody good scalawag, ye know.'
   The expression on Sparrow's face, teasing, lustful
yet arrogant and intrigued made the Commodore begin to
tremble like a simpering girl-child. He pushed away
from Sparrow.
   'Vile, disgusting creature!'
   'Aye,' Jack said with a wicked grin. 'An' that's
exactly what ye're lookin' fer tonight, love. The
future Mrs. Norrington's a proper lady, o' course, so
she's off limits. Ye wouldn't be caught dead wi' one
of the local ladies of ill repute. An' if yer men
found out ye were lustin' after no less a person than
a pirate'this pirate'ye'd be ruint. I'm dyin' tomorrow
an' even if I told ever'one, they'd not believe me. So
here ye are.'
   Norrington said nothing for several minutes. How
could the damned buffoon understand him so much better
than he himself did? Without warning, the Commodore
grabbed Sparrow and jammed his mouth onto the
sensually grinning lips of the pirate. Sparrow slammed
his knee into Norrington's groin and shoved him
backwards. The Commodore slumped against the cell door
and struggled to get his breath. The pirate approached
and backhanded him.
   'Ye'll not be treatin' me in that manner, boy. I
won't stand fer it. I may be a bloody pirate an' a
scoundrel but I'm no whore fer the likes o' you.' Jack
paced the cell like a cat on the prowl. 'No wonder
'Lizabeff prefers Will. Have you no soul, man? No
romance? Thunderation, Norrie, ye got t' treat yer
lovers with respect. Like this.'
   Norrington stiffened, pulling away when the pirate
was suddenly within inches of him, their chests
brushing. Trapped against the cell door, Norrington
exhaled to keep from touching the pirate. Sparrow
gently began to trace his fingers along Norrington's
jaw and pressed against the officer. Norrington
swallowed hard, totally unsure how to proceed. Jack
reached out and teased off the powdered wig, revealing
sweat-dampened, chestnut brown curls.
   'By Poseidon's beard, man, ye're beautiful without
that white squirrel tail ye wear. Ye got such a sweet
face and lovely blue eyes. An' that mouth, so
kissable,' To the Commodore's amazement, Jack
Sparrow's lips were soft and hot against his. His
knees went weak and he slid down to sit on the floor.
Sparrow knelt beside him. 'Don't be a coward, love. I
promise not to hurt ye . . . too much.'
   Norrington was grateful that he was on the ground
when Sparrow's hand found his breeches and began to
unbutton them. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he
wondered what he would do if they would be discovered
but, at the moment, his mind was focused almost
entirely on sensation. Sparrow shifted position so
that he straddled Norrington's lap. The pirate's
tongue probed Norrington's mouth gently then he raised
his head a bit.
   'Norrie, ye need to help out a bit here now. It
takes two sides, ye know, to engage in combat or in
love. If ye'll note, I have yer breeches 'breeched',
as it were. Ye need to return the favor now, love. Do
it slow an' careful, love. My guess is yer new missus
will appreciate a slower hand.'
   For a moment, Norrington wasn't sure who he was
speaking of, then he remembered Elizabeth. He pushed
Sparrow away a bit so he could look up into his eyes.
'Is that why you're doing this? For Elizabeth?'
   Jack gave him an amused look. 'O' course not,
Norrie. I'm doin' this 'cause I'm curious. If the
bonnie lass gets some benefit from it, it won't break
me heart, though. I do care fer her'she's got some
fire in that bodice, as well as other charms.'
   James Norrington blushed, feeling a modicum of
irritation that Sparrow felt so free to make such a
comment. The irritation died when Sparrow seized his
hand and placed it on the opening to his breeches. The
pirate's voice purred in his ear. 'Ye have yer orders,
whelp.'
   As his hands fumbled unfamiliarly with the laces
that held Jack's trousers on, he became aware that
Sparrow was rubbing himself against those hands. He
thought briefly, very briefly, about protesting but
the pirate was doing extraordinary things with his
mouth to Norrington's ear and neck so he kept silent
and applied himself to his task with diligence. Within
seconds, the breeches were open and Jack's cock pushed
into his hand. For a moment, Norrington jerked away
but Sparrow grabbed his hand and returned it to his
member.
   'Ye got to give to get, Norrie. An', believe me,
ye'll be wantin' to get what Captain Jack Sparrow has
to give, love.' His mouth returned to Norrington's,
the tongue invading the Commodore mercilessly. At long
last, he heard the sound he'd been waiting for:
Norrington groaned. Jack stopped kissing and pushed
back. 'Finally, boy. What are you, made of marble?'
   Jack glanced down at Norrington's manhood as it
stood out from the opening of his breeches. He flashed
a grin. 'Well, it's a nice color for marble with some
pretty veining. Not t' mention that it's pretty damn
hard. But I doubt it be cold.'
   Jack reached down and grabbed the penis. Norrington
gasped. 'Hmmm, I was right, tain't cold. It's nice an'
hot, just the temperature I like.'
   'Please,' Norrington said suddenly.
   'Please? Please what?'
   Norrington's blue eyes met his soulfully but Jack
would have none of it. 'If ye don't tell yer lover
what ye want done, whelp, don't be angry if ye don't
get it. Now, out with it, boy. Ye want to be fucked or
to fuck me? An' hurry, we ain't got all night'Oh,
wait, that's _all_ we got. Seems I got a dawn date
with a noose. Well?'
   Norrington hesitated. After a moment, he said, 'I
outrank you, therefore I should fuck you.'
   Jack rolled his eyes though a ghost of a grin
curved his lips pleasantly. 'Very well, Commodore. I
shoulda known not t' give one o' the King's officers a
choice. Ready to dock?'
   Norrington closed his eyes. 'Please refrain from
the use of naval terminology. I-I find it
disconcerting.'
   Jack leaned over, his hot breath brushing
Norrington's ear. 'Ye think too much, Norrie. 
 Did ye bring some grease?'
   To Jack's amazement, Norrington fumbled in the
pocket of his trousers and pulled out a little pot of
goose-grease. Jack smiled evilly. 'You scalawag! You
planned this all along. Can--.'
   'Sh,' Norrington said suddenly, a wicked leer
lighting his own face. 'You talk too much. Let me
work. That's an order, Captain.'
   Taken aback, Jack fell silent. He felt Norrington's
hands move around to begin exploring his ass, his
strong though lightly callused fingers eventually
pressing up into him, preparing him for what was to
come.  The grease eased the way most effectively and,
within a few minutes, Jack had maneuvered himself into
position to be 'boarded,' his legs still straddling
Norrington's lap but with his back to Norrington's
front. To his further shock, Norrington was extremely
gentle as he entered. When the Commodore reached
around to take Jack's manhood in his hand, Jack sighed
and leaned back to rest against the Commodore's broad
chest. 
   Norrington let the pirate do most of the work.
Sparrow set up a rhythmic rocking, like being at sea,
and the Commodore understood that they neither one
were truly happy on land. The pirate drew the
Commodore's face forward a bit and their lips met.
Norrington nibbled and sucked gently at the pirate's
responsive tongue, his hand moving lightly on the
pirate's cock, almost as if on the hilt of his sword.
He could hear the pirate humming, occasionally
punctuated by sighs or groans, that told him they were
both moving in the right direction. He suddenly
clutched a hand onto Sparrow's belly, pulling him hard
against him, when he thought he heard boot steps on
the stair. But the fear brought with it a peculiar
excitement that made his cock leap in response. As a
result, when the pirate's penis twitched involuntarily
and the come spilled over his hand and onto the floor,
white, thick and creamy, his own member responded in
kind as he reached the apex of his thrust into Jack.
He heard the pirate cry out a name as his head rocked
back onto his own shoulder in ecstasy that, at once,
shocked him but confirmed his own suspicions.
   'William!'
   So the blacksmith had the pirate's heart. Having
seen how Mr. Turner looked at Elizabeth, he knew that
the feelings had to be unrequited and he felt just the
slightest bit sorry about that. If he had taken the
matter in hand months ago, when he properly should
have, he and the Governor's daughter might already be
married and the broken-hearted craftsman would have no
hope of a relationship with her. Norrington was
positive that Sparrow could cure a broken heart. 
   Jack slumped back against the Commodore, feeling
the cock slipping out of him with a little whimper of
regret. After drinking (and, with the right party,
before drinking), sex was absolutely one of his most
favorite activities. In his ear, the Commodore spoke
quietly.
   'I suspected you had feelings for Mr. Turner but I
assumed they were platonic or familial.'
   Jack laughed softly, knowing that Norrington was
going to hurt him now. The Commodore had to. There had
been too much tenderness and fellow-feeling in what
had just transpired (previous blows to each other's
faces notwithstanding) for Norrington to be
comfortable just walking away. He felt tears rising in
his eyes and he began to pull away from the officer.
'Did ye now? Well, ye could let me out of this
stinkin' cell so I could steal the lad away.'
   'No,' Norrington said, tucking himself inside and
re-fastening his breeches. He fetched the wig from its
resting place in the corner of the cell and wobbled to
his feet. The rum and the climax left him feeling a
bit more than unsteady but he had to get back to his
quarters before he was discovered. There was no truly
proper explanation for the Commodore to be in this
prisoner's cell. He realized that Sparrow was still
slumped on the floor though his breeches were now
closed.
   To Jack's amazement, a strong hand reached down to
take his and pulled him to his feet. He looked up into
the Commodore's eyes and, unaccountably, Norrington
smiled slightly.
   'I am bound by the law, Captain Sparrow,
unfortunately. Should, however, someone arrange an
escape for you, the Dauntless is not nearly as fast as
the Black Pearl. Bear that in mind.'
   Jack blinked then leaned up and kissed Norrington,
chastely, on the mouth. The Commodore stepped back,
his cool reserve dropped into place, and he left the
cell without another word. Jack, feeling a bit on the
wobbly side himself from what had just happened, made
himself comfortable on a pile of straw in the corner
and hummed himself to sleep, wondering if a Commodore
would take it into his pretty, dark-haired head to
turn pirate just once in his life.