"So nice to see you back in your rightful place Admiral…" Beckett said with the same sneering voice that made everyone around him uneasy, except perhaps, Mercer.
"I'm Thankful for your kind words, M'lord." James Norrington, once Commodore, then pirate, now Admiral replied. He couldn't stand Lord Beckett, the way the man spoke, smiled, plotted. He was utterly poisoned with power, who would trample anyone, even his own mother, Norrington Suspected, to gain power. Politics James would never understand, James took pride in that. He bowed quickly to the loathsome man and withdrew himself from the brainless women flitting about him like he was some piece of meat. He walked a ways away and stood at the outer wall of the fortress, in the same spot he had proposed to Elizabeth. He wondered how she was fairing now, her father had been a wreck since she had left, more like fled. His eyes traveled down to the pristine crystal glass he held between his fingers, remembering just a week prior the same fingers were dirt encrusted, grimy and grasping a filmy bottle of rum, if it was even rum, well, did it matter if he had the same result? James shuddered at that idea. He was no longer that broken man, he was worse. He got what he wanted right? Dignity? Pride? The most respectable of Positions in the British navy? No, he lied, cheated and stole to get this one, he would have much rather been a deck hand aboard the Black Pearl, the ship he had lost it all to. He was away from Elizabeth, away from the Sea, away from the freedom and dignity he once had. There was no purity in this pirate hunting anymore, it was for gain, gain of the seas for a corrupted man.
That made James Norrington sick.
A loud knock came to the thick oak door of James Norrington's room, startling him from already restless sleep.
"Sir! There's someone here to see you!" the voice of the maid, though muffled drifted to James' ears. He mumbled a soft curse under his breath and grabbed a robe from the corner of his bed post , pulling it over his tall frame, his dark mahogany hair, normally hidden under a powder white wig fell over his shoulders in a messy fashion. He pulled the door open effortlessly.
"At this hour of the night?" he asked sleepily. This better not be another midnight meeting with Beckett, that man seemed to not car what hour of the day it was when there was a personal gain to be had.
"She said it was important!" James tilted his head in interest.
"She? It's not my sister is it?" The maid shook her head. James' curiosity increased, his heat skipped a beat. Elizabeth? Perhaps she had come home after all. He brushed past the maid, about to start down the hall before he stopped and turned. "Where?"
"Your study sir." He nodded and gave the poor, aged woman and thankful smile, then turned and darted down the hall. It had to be Elizabeth Swann, James hoped, even if she was in trouble but as he turned in his study he slowly realize that it was not Elizabeth, not even close, it was a woman he didn't recognize. She was a petite woman, but with an athletic form and from her manner of dress which consisted of a red bodice over a black poets shirt, black breeches and black boots, James could see she was blessed with, curves. Her onyx hair fell from the ribbon in which it was tied in sloppy ringlets, she was soaking wet. Her startling azure gaze rested upon James.
"Admiral Norrington, You have something that I need, a heart and I want it back." She said with a smooth defiance, and an accent that bordered between English and Caribbean. James narrowed his gaze at the woman.
"Who are you?"
"Morgan Sejno…" Norrington walked around the girl at some distance, she carried three pistols: one at each hip, one strapped to her right thigh, a rapier of the finest craftsmanship, hanging from a belt that was slung across her waist and a hat tucked under her arm.
"Where are you from Miss Sejno?"
"Where I come from does not matter, Admiral…" James cocked a brow at the serious woman. She was a curious case.
"Very well but I no longer posses what you seek nor will I give it's location to yo- are you alright?" He asked, she was swaying, her complexion paled, she nodded before slumping foreword, right into him. He caught her. The maid shrieked. James felt the woman's pulse.
"I-Is she alright sir?" This puzzled James, he couldn't seem to find her pulse and yet she was still breathing.
"Fetch a Doctor."
"Y-Yes Sir!" The Maid bustled from the room. James brought the girl to a spare bed room and was left to ponder the woman before him until the doctor arrived.
"She has hypothermia, Admiral, I'm shocked she isn't blue with a case this severe…" James tilted his head at the aged doctor before him. Hypothermia? It was very warm in Port Royal at this time of the year.
"H-How?"
" It doesn't need to be extremely cold, Admiral, but with her being soaked to the bone and such, it's not a shock. Rest and lots of hot tea will bring her around to health. By the way, who is she Admiral I haven't seen her in Port Royal before." James sighed, he didn't know himself, but he couldn't very well tell the doctor that.
"Morgan Sejno, a daughter of my father's friend, he asked that she stay here with me while he was out at sea, they are from a neighboring colony." The doctor raised a brow but nodded none-the-less, the girl didn't look like she was from a well to do family, she had cuts, scrapes and bruises all over her, there was grit under her nails and a black tattoo on her upper arm that resembled a jolly Rodger, she was a pirate alright, but what the Admiral did was his business.
"Well I ought to be going, Good Day Admiral." The worn doctor placed his tricorn atop his head and left the home. James Glanced at the woman in the room before pulling the door closed and returning to bed.
