I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, Disney does. I only own Sarah Miles, because she came from my imagination.
Admiral James Norrington stood on the deck of the Dutchman watching Elizabeth and her crew being escorted to the brig, when he saw an all too familiar face.
It was a young girl, no older than the age of seventeen. She put up no fight with the person that was roughly pushing her onto the deck, and looked as though she didn't even care. the familiar shine that James knew in her eyes so long ago was no longer there.
He had gotten to know the girl on the ship from England to the Caribbean, and she turned into a fine young women as the years went by. They eventually fell in love. That was after Dlezabeth broke James' heart.
Flashback One Year Before...
James sat in his office sorting through the last of the paper work, when he heard a knock on the door.
"Enter."
A young women entered his office and stood before his desk. her hair was strawberry blonde hair, eyes blue as the sea, and the top of her head came maybe to James' collarbone. What concerned him, though, was that she had signs of crying evident in her eyes and on her cheeks. He stood up and walked to her side in concern.
"Sarah, what's wrong?"
"Are the rumors true then? Your to leave pirate hunting for who knows how long?" He gently took her hands in his, gently squeezing them.
"I'll be back for you, and then our lives with be back to noral again."
"I know you'll be back, I just, don't want you hurt. Please do be careful." The tears began to stream down her face again. James looked into her eyes.
"Your not telling me everything."
"Do you...do you truely love me?" Shock and confussion filled his eyes.
"Sarah, of course I love you!" His voice was soft. "You were the only one that wanted to talk to me after I gave Sparrow that one day's head start."
"Do you love me for bothering to talk to you, or do you love me for who I am as a person?"
"I love you for who you are. Sarah I promise, I'll come back for you, and we can get married then." She looked at him with shock evident on her features.
"James Norrington, did you just proposes to me?" She whispered.
"Yes. Will you have me?"
"Of course I will!" Softer. "Of course I will." She leaned into him and gently kissed his lips, and much to her delight, he kissed her back. She gently pulled awy and looked into his eyes.
"You'll come back for me?"
"Of course." He let his gaze drift off to the docks, where he saw his ship ready to make way.
"I must go, the ship is ready."
She embraced him, and her briefly embraced her back.
"I'm sorry, but I must go." He moved out of her loving embrace, looking over his shoulder at her one last time.
End Flashback.
He hadn't seen her since, what with the hurricane and all. he had a look of both shock and pitty for how pitiful she looked now. Yes she had grown, she now came maybe to his chin. she was very thin, he guessed, from her not eating.
She no longer wore the beautiful silk dresses that he was used to seeing her in, now she wore a cream colored shirt that had various little rips all up and down the long sleeves, and some down the sides of her torso.
Tattered black pants gave her very little warmth from the cool night air and the wet grime that caked the fabric all all up and down her legs, and her leather boots were nearly warn down so much that the person wearing them might as well have been walking around in their bare feet.
Then her hair, her beautiful strawberry blonde hair was almost a light shade of brown also from grime and sweat. James had to know if this was her. He called her name.
"Sarah? Is that you?" She looked up at him, the brightness coming back to her eyes.
"James? James it's me!" James looked at the man who was roughly gripping her wrists.
"Release her!" As soon as she felt the grip loosen, Sarah ran to him, silently crying into his shoulder as he embraced her.
"Sarah, what have they dont to you? Why are you here?"
"I was taken away from Port Royal James, and sold as a slave. I was eventually traded so many times that I ended up on the Empress, the ship from Singapore." James felt tears prickling at his own eyes.
"Mercy! How could this happen to you?" He asked softly.
"Please, don't leave me again."
"Come, you shall have my quarters. You need to get out of the cold."
