?

Log in

No account? Create an account
The Gift: Chapter 1 Prelude - NDL: Norrington Defense League

> Recent Entries
> Archive
> Friends
> Profile
> NDL Site

November 19th, 2006


Previous Entry Share Next Entry
lyra_lupin
10:24 am - The Gift: Chapter 1 Prelude
The Gift
Chapter 1: Prelude
Setting: Post POTC 3
Characters: Norrington/ OFC
Plot: A fluffy holiday love story. Who knew that James Norrington played the violin?

Created with inspiration from Master and Commander



"It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony."

Benjamin Britten


Port Royal, Governor Swann's Estate
Early December, 1760


“The violinist Gagliano has opened a music shop," Mrs. Jane Groves whispered behind her fluttering lace fan with a sweet, lyrical whisper. "Perhaps now you can replace your violin, Admiral?”

The admiral's green eyes hardened at her words, and with a slight creak of his chair, Jane's husband Theodore leaned forward, careful to speak in hushed tones as Bach's Air on a G String played to a polite, if somewhat bored audience packed with Port Royal's privileged.

“That, my dear, is one of the Admiral's little secrets.” He admonished, raising his dark eyebrows to his wife.

“Tosh!” She slapped his thigh with her fan. “I think it's very romantic! You shouldn't keep it a secret, Admiral Norrington. If the ladies of Port Royal knew they had a true Renaissance man in their presence they would swoon upon looking at you.”

“They do that already!” Theodore laughed.

James ignored Theodore's astute comment and replied to the woman, “Perhaps you'll have me joining the chamber players then, Mrs. Groves?” His thin lips broke into a smirk and she had to smile back.

“I would never suggest that you put yourself on public display, but Theodore and Andrew do speak so highly of your skills and talents.”

“Jane,” Theodore mocking admonished, “I wasn't speaking of James's musical skills.”

The young woman politely giggled behind her suddenly frantic fan as James Norrington blushed.

“Thank you, Captain Groves, for extolling my nautical talents....I am sure that is what you were speaking of so graciously?”

He lost his smile and Theodore nodded, “Of course, sir.”

“Shhh!”

Mrs. Gravely, the elderly busybody wife of one of Port Royal's wealthiest admonished them from with a glance over her shoulder from several rows forward.

Theodore sighed, leaning back into his chair as Norrington turned his eyes once again to the chamber orchestra or at least what he could see of them behind Mrs. Gravel's ever- growing bouffant of hair, festooned with pink flowers and blue ribbons.

Attending Governor's Swann's monthly musical salon concert for Port Royal's wealthy and privileged wasn't just a duty for James Norrington, it was also a pleasure. Not as much as it had once been sitting on the front row with the Governor and his daughter, the woman he had hoped to be his wife. But still, ¦James found comfort in music, and even his distaste for Elizabeth and Will Turner or his third row seat did not turn him away from Weatherby's musical recitals.

As Bach lulled the crowd into its second hour, Norrington's eyes strayed to the new Italian violinist, Gagliano, and his mind reflected on his own violin for the first time in many months. It was one of few prize possessions lost to the sea in the hurricane nearly fourteen months prior, but it was nothing compared to the husbands, sons and brothers he would never bring home from that fateful voyage.

His fingers balled into tight fists mimicking the agony in his heart. He had written every mother and wife and since then vanquished Beckett and brought home Will and Elizabeth Turner, but two things still eluded him: Jack Sparrow and inner peace. Although he was searching diligently for number, he'd hit a road block with the second.

Nothing seemed to give him comfort outside of work besides these concerts which were to rare and certainly didn't compare to the joy and release of playing his violin after along days work. Perhaps, Jane Groves was correct, he glanced sideways at the pretty girl, daughter of the town's master mason and Theodore's recent wife and then he looked forward to Elizabeth. If he couldn't have the immense pleasure of torturing Sparrow or making love to a pretty wife, at least he could unleash his unspent passion into his music...

TBC


(Leave a comment)


> Go to Top
LiveJournal.com