A/N: This is one of the first fan fics I ever wrote. i think it's good, but Jack might be a touch OOC even though I tried to keep him in character. Read and review

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Mlle.Fox

Mrs. Jack Sparrow

The full moon was shining brightly over Port Royal. The Caribbean breeze caused the lush greenery around the island to sway lazily about the cobblestones and the thatched roofs of the trade city. Fort Charles loomed over the waves like a fierce master looking down his nose arrogantly at his servants in his stiff, bland suit of slate. The docks were quiet, the tide was out, and only a few lazy drunken sailors lay watch over the ships and boats in the harbor.

But what is that? That tall, lean figure creeping about in the shadows? You know that one who just tripped, stubbing his toe? As he gets up you can see some colorful beads about his long dark locks flash in the moonlight. He is untying a small boat. He turns and looks over his shoulder. He is a recognizable chap! But no, it could not possibly be the man who ransacked Nassau without firing a single shot, the man who escaped under the noses of seven East Indian Trading Company agents or the man who killed the cursed Barbossa and sent his crew to the gallows. It could not possibly be…

"Jack Sparrow." said Commodore James Norrington cocking his pistol behind Sparrow's head from where he was crotched untying the boat. Jack winced and looked over his shoulder up at the long, trim, elegant figure that was the young, blue eyed, wigged Commodore. As a variety of redcoat soldiers came up behind the Commodore pointing their rifles at him, Jack straightened up a little and with all the dignity he could muster and with a little humor thrown in for good measure replied,

"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, if you please." The handsome officer smugged,

"Well, I do not see your ship, Captain." Jack smirked,

"I'm in the market, as it were."

"Indeed." said the Commodore dryly before looking to his right and nodding to two soldiers who lowered their rifles and came forward to grab Jack and pull him to his feet.

"We really must stop meeting like this Commodore!" said Jack.

"Well we wouldn't if you would stick around long enough for me to hang you." said Norrington.

"Well, that don't give me reason to hang around then now does it?" quipped Jack. Un-cocking his pistol and putting his hands behind his back, Norrington replied,

"It's a pity Sparrow that we did not meet under different circumstances. I might have found your humor good enough to strike up a friendship."

"Ah but there is hope Commodore."

"Why's that?"

"There's always the hope you might go on account and become a pirate yourself." said Jack cocking his head to the right as a soldier behind Norrington released a quick laugh before a glare in his direction shut him up.

"Luckily for me that will never happen. Unluckily, you will never live to figure that out. Take him away!" said Norrington.

"NO!" Norrington stopped at the sound of a feminine voice from behind some crates at the docks. A figure ran out from behind them, skirts trailing and arms rising to defend herself as a soldier caught the figure who was shouting,

"I WON'T LET YOU! LET HIM GO!" Watching the soldier struggle with the young woman, a roar erupted from Sparrow,

"UNHAND HER YOU CAD!" Norrington cocked his pistol and shot straight into the air causing all to be silent. He looked at the woman still being held back by the soldier, and then he looked to Sparrow and found himself taken aback at the change in his demeanor. Gone was the calm, cunning if not cocky man he had chased for over two years. In his place burned a man whose strength and fury threatened to erupt. The soldiers struggled to hold him back. He breathed in short rapid breaths, and his eyes once a dark and closed book, were opened wide with anger and …no…that could not be love, could it? Norrington saw Sparrow's eyes flash in concern and that same look towards the young woman. It was love. Norrington had a similar look before, but not with Sparrow's depth and intensity. He looked back at the young woman who was also out of breath and eyes flashing with love towards Sparrow. Norrington looked her over. A pretty enough young lady. Long wavy brown hair streaked with golden sun, a slim yet full figure, once fair skin now beginning to brown into a nice tan. Full pink lips and blue green catlike eyes finished her face. Then he heard Sparrow say through gritted teeth,

"Touch one hair on her head Norrington and you will answer to me!" Norrington turned back to Sparrow and said,

"I wound not even dream of it, Sparrow. And besides you are in no position to threaten me!" Unsatisfied, Sparrow shut his mouth and fumed. Norrington turned back to the girl and nodded to his man to release her. Defeated, she stood there desperately looking between Jack and the Commodore. Gently, Norrington said,

"What is your name, miss?" She lifted her chin and looked him in the eye and said,

"Mrs. Jack Sparrow…and proud to be." The soldiers began to mutter and question as Norrington lifted an eyebrow and followed her gaze to Sparrow who's eyes spoke with pride, affirmation, and longing towards the girl even though the guards still struggled to restrain him. Sparrow? Captain Jack Sparrow taking a wife? Surely this could not be the same man who had made inappropriate advances to Elizabeth Swann two years ago or the man known for taking a prostitute or two a night while docked for 'pleasurable company'.

'Only one way to find out.' thought Norrington. Turning back to the woman, he said,

"Well then, Madam. If you would be so kind as to allow me to escort you to the Fort, maybe you can answer some questions for me." The woman looked to Jack who nodded. Then she smiled weakly,

"I'd be delighted, sir." Norrington stepped forward as he began to lead the girl to his carriage, when Sparrow said,

"Commodore!" Looking back to him, Norrington said,

"Yes, Captain?"

"Being the gentleman you are, you treat my wife like the lady she is, Savvy?" Norrington nodded to the man with the dangerous glint in his eye and then lead the woman inside the carriage along with two other officers. The remaining marines pushed Sparrow into the back of a simple cart and sat down surrounded him making sure he would not escape. As both vehicles started towards the fort, the Commodore studied the woman seated across from him who was at the moment looking through the rear window at the following cart with longing.

'Her voice speaks of an educated tongue, but not of one that is upper society. Definitely not a lady of the night, for she would have offered herself for Sparrow by now if not for her own sake. There might be truth to the tale. After all, she is wearing one of Sparrow's rings on her left hand. But why would a man like Sparrow take a wife? We shall see.' thought the Commodore.

After a few minutes they finally stopped inside the fort. As Norrington stepped out and began to help the alleged Mrs. Sparrow down, Jack was being forcefully pulled down to the cells. She tried to rush forward to him, but Norrington put a hand on her shoulder to stop her.

"You will see him soon enough, Madam. If you would follow me, please." said Norrington taking her arm and leading her inside to his plain but organized office. Taking off his hat and dismissing his soldiers, he pointed to a chair in front of his desk saying,

"Please have a seat …Mrs. Sparrow." As they both sat down she said,

"So you believe I am married to Jack like I said?"

"Until I hear otherwise, I shall have to call you Mrs. Sparrow, madam. Would you care for a drink?" asked the Commodore gesturing towards his liquor cabinet. She scrunched up her nose and shook her head no.

'Well, she doesn't share Sparrow's drinking habits!' mused Norrington.

"So," he said, "Is it true that you and Sparrow are married?" he asked.

"You certainly don't beat around the bush do you?" she said with a hint of humor. Then she sighed and continued,

"Yes Commodore. We are married. I have on my person our marriage contract and license, if you would allow me to take them out."

"I have your word that you won't pull a weapon on me?" asked Norrington.

"You have."

"Then proceed madam." She pulled a stack of rumpled documents from her money pouch and handed them over to the Commodore. He smoothed them out and read their contents. Sure enough, this was a legitimate document. He could tell a forgery when he saw one. He read aloud,

"On this, the twentieth day of March in the yeah of our Lord, sixteen hundred and seventy-five, In the town of St. Paul in the colonies of His Majesty King Charles the Second, Captain Jack Sparrow was wed to Miss Victoria Baker…Baker? Wasn't there a school teacher who disrupted the peace there and was asked to leave by the name of Baker?" asked Norrington. Victoria smiled,

"The town did not ask me to leave St. Paul Commodore…they tricked me into marriage with a pirate so I could be taken away." Norrington's eyes widen.

"Tricked? How is one tricked into marriage? Especially with a pirate? And if you were tricked then why did you just defend him minutes ago?"

"If you will allow me Commodore, I will tell you the tale. The tale with enough adventure, intrigue and romance to last for a lifetime. I will tell you how I married and fell in love with Captain Jack Sparrow on one condition." she said.

"And that would be?"

"I only tell you enough of the tale for thirty minutes a night. Until my tale is finished you can not hang my husband. Do we have an accord?" asked Victoria. Norrington could not help but smile. Now he saw the attraction. This was a woman who matched Sparrow's often underestimated intelligence beautifully.

"Very well. But you may not see Sparrow until the story is told." said Norrington. Her face fell but she nodded anyway.

"Then begin your tales Shahrzad, and entertain me." joked Norrington leaning back. She took a breath and sighed,

"The best place to begin is the beginning I suppose…"

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"I was orphaned at the age of fourteen; after which I continued my education. I had no other choice really. My family was not a rich one. Father's insurance would only pay enough for me to finish school. Mother had a small dowry saved up for me, which helped but not by much. Luckily, Father's employers were fond of him, so they saw to it I had what I needed to live while I attended school. So upon graduation, I took the first job offered to me by the major of St. Paul who was in London visiting his cousin at the time. And upon hearing the town was in the Caribbean, and I always dreamt of travel, I was delighted. I was to be the next school teacher in the small port town. The only school teacher in town. I had no problems and neither did the children whom I grew to love dearly, but the townsfolk of St. Paul do not take to strangers easily…"