#work in progres

Given how the navy had been scouring the Caribbean for any illicit dealings, it was possible the island had since been mapped in the process. Perhaps one of the maps Norrington was studying would have an island around here. It was not far out of the realm of possibility.

Turning back to walk up to the quarterdeck, she nearly walked face-first into the man himself.

“Miss LaChance,” he sighed.

“Commodore,” she greeted him.

He held out his hand and gave her an apple. When she arched an eyebrow at him, he explained, “You’ve not moved from that spot all morning. I’d hate to have to fish you from the ocean if you faint from hunger and fall in.”

Cocking her head, she accepted the apple and replied, “does this mean no stripping?”

“Miss LaChance, I hardly requested….” He stopped and shook his head as if to clear it. “I don’t believe the assumption that a pirate emerging from my second in command’s room was stealing is far-fetched!”

Skirting around him, she made her way to the quarterdeck. “I’m still not clear as to what it is you thought I’d stolen!” she argued, whirling around to face him after ascending the first two steps. They were eye to eye now. “What riches did you suspect Lieutenant Groves was hoarding in his quarters for a few days at sea?”

“I’m not a pirate, I can’t know what -.”

“No, you can’t! I wouldn’t steal from anyone who couldn’t afford to give! You know nothing about me, yet you’re ready to condemn me at the drop of a hat!”

Norrington took a step closer, his foot on the lowest step of the stairs and his hand on the railing. “And in what luxury do you suppose the baker you stole the bread from in Port Royal was living?”

“One roll of bread was hardly going to send the man into debt!” she shot back. “And I needed to eat!”

“Yet you seem disinclined to do so on this ship!”

“Commodore,” Groves’ voice came from somewhere above them.

“Perhaps proximity to the Royal Navy is enough to make me lose my appetite!”

“Or perhaps you’ve simply lost all sense!”

“Commodore!”

“If I had any sense in the first place, I would never have gone to Port Royal!” Charlie snarled.

“On that, we can agree,” he sneered.

Charlie opened her mouth to retort, but was interrupted by Groves again trying to get Norrington’s attention. “Commodore!”

“What?!” Charlie and Norrington bit out in unison.

“There’s a fire on the horizon. It looks like one of the rum runner islands.”

They both scrambled up the stairs at the same time to stare in the direction Groves was pointing in. It had to be Jack. That had to be where he was.

I'm debating black and white or color hmmmm :>

Anyway, not dead chat, just in college ;-; but my chucky hyperfixation isn't going away ^w^