#captainjay

She suddenly shrugged out of Norrington’s jacket and walked past Nicollette and Gillette toward the exit. She shoved the garment in her husband’s hands without hesitation. “I need to speak with my sister…excuse me…” 

Gillette opened his mouth to speak, but Nicollette nudged him and shook her head frantically, making a “cease” gesture around her jugular with her free hand as if to say, Don’t do it, Gillette—it’s a trick! 

The Commodore looked down at the garment in his possession, then up to the thin cloth barely covering his wife’s body. 

“Jessica?” 

She fought a groan and turned. “Damn it all, Commodore. I’ll be careful, you have my word.” 

He quirked an eyebrow as he crossed the room in slow, purposeful strides. “I do believe at this very instant you are extremely scantily clad, and I would prefer it greatly if you donned my coat while among the general public, or I will not be responsible for my actions if a besotted young gentleman attempts to approach you and I have to cause him considerable harm.” 

Nicollette eyed Gillette behind Norrington’s back as if to say, Told you.

“Darling… James…” Norrington executed a particularly strong lunge and she had to push him back with considerable force. “Commodore!” His sizzling green eyes dropped to hers. “Calm yourself. We should at least hear what Jack has to say.” 

“Oh,” Norrington began, voice filled with indignation, “so it’s Jack all of sudden?” 

Jessica’s eyes flashed at the implication. “James Lawrence Norrington, I’m gonna slap you in a minute—” 

“Please do—or here’s an idea: Jack over there could fight on your behalf! Hold a moment, you may want to rethink that option, he may flee.” 

As Jack recognized the killing impulse in his comrade’s eyes, and he felt a bit of guilt setting the two against one another, albeit unknowingly, he cleared his throat. The quarreling couple rounded on him. 

“What?” they boomed in unison. 

Jack made a face then mustered up a smile in the face of such…intense adversity. “I was jus’ gonna say how much it warms me heart to see you two together.”

As Lawrence walked away, James’s eyes bored into his back.  

“Darling?” Jessica inquired. 

“Yes dear,” James responded in a monotone. 

She turned serene, mock-innocent eyes upon him. “Would it be at all acceptable if I stuffed him in a small cramped space without a stitch of clothing? Preferably before dinner, as I would loathe to lose my appetite.” 

James attempted with all his might to maintain a straight face. He succeeded for all of five seconds at being exasperated before a faint smile broke the seriousness of his features. He looked down at her and met her gaze. If anyone ever doubted he had married the right woman, this moment would surely prove them wrong.  

I finished mine today! I have confident you'll do great! :DD Then those tears of sadness and procrastination will be tears of joy and relief. Good luck.