Pirates of the Caribbean Imagines and One Shots

James Norrington - Release Me

You were hopeless. Utterly hopeless. After being cooped up for years with your family who demanded you to work forsaken hours of a day to provide for the family, you ended your days being drunk, spending the money in dresses and cheap booze to ride you over. The banging headache in the morning would always be worth the pain.

As you drank your way through another bottle of rum, your third for the evening. A brawl broke out in the bar, you didn't remember much, apart from the redcoats arresting you for getting involved. Now, you were sitting in a dingy prison cell, smelling of cheap booze, surrounded by men eyeing you up.

"Give over," you rolled your eyes and huddled into a corner, the cold making you shiver.

Someone descended the stairs in a hurry with a set of keys. Yes, the guard for the evening.

"Who are you?" you asked in a polite manor.

"We don't talk to the prisoners,"

"Why not?"

"It's not good, that's why."

You watched as he walked up and down, up and down not too  bothered about the cat calling that was happening to you, being the only female open to the disgusting male gaze and whistles.

"Hey!" you shouted, and he came over.

You grabbed the bars, pressing your face close. "Come here for a moment, please," you asked gently.

He kneeled down and listened intently, his blue eyes locked with yours. You have him a small smile, casting your eyes down, feeling almost ashamed of the state you were in.

"Release me, please. I cannot bear another minute of this, I feel so... so sexualised and it's freaking me out, a lot,"

"What do you want me to do? You've been arrested,"

"Please... what's your name?"

"James..." he whispered.

"James, I'll do anything for you. Whatever you want, I just... I'm really freaked out with all this male catcalling, you know what I mean, right?"

"Yes, one second. Let me see what I can do?"

He went back up the stairs, and soon came back down. Putting the key in the lock, he opened the door and let you out. As you walked up the stairs, he handed the keys to another man who came back down to guard the prison.

"Whatever your doing for a living, you can come and work for me? I'm in need of a maid, it's well paid, not overly worked. I won't treat you harshly,"

"Why are you doing this?"

"You seem like a really lovely girl, who's fallen victim to misfortune,"

"I'm not a victim, I'm just the result of a family who are peasants and could afford to have me, so I have to afford for myself,"

"That's why I wand find help you,"

"What do you get in return?"

"A worker,"

"I don't think so..."

"What do you think?"

"I'm not going to be a narcissist."