This is dedicated to SparrowsVixen since she requested I do it. This will be my first Jack/OC fic ya'll, so go easy on me. This is kind of a continuation of my other fic, Hope for Love, but you don't need to read that to understand this really. It deals with the story of Commodore Norrington and his wife in this story, Lorraine. This story will take place… a few months after that one. Well here's my first chapter. Please R&R: )

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone or anything except for the OCs.

Chapter One

James Norrington sighed as he read the letter before him. It was from his sister. He hadn't corresponded with or seen her in quite some time. She had left for England with some friends of the family when she was 16. They occasionally wrote each other, but for the most part, they had lived out their own lives. Now, she was planning to come back.

It wasn't that he minded her returning to Port Royal. No, quite the opposite. It would be wonderful to see his sister again. But there was a man in England whom he and some of her friends had been hoping that she would marry. According to her letter, that had not worked out. She was coming back to Port Royal in hopes of a better life, and although the letter didn't mention it, James knew: financial support and shelter. It didn't bother him. He had always loved his sister and would do anything to help her. But now he was married, and Lorraine had just recently had their first child. He had to think of them first.

He turned away from the letter and looked to where Lorraine sat in the rocking chair by the fire. She had a now four month old Elias in her arms as she hummed a soothing tune, trying to persuade him to fall asleep. James couldn't help but note how lovely she looked sitting there with their child. She looked up to see him watching her and blushed a little. "Who is the letter from?" she asked quietly as she stood and went to place Elias in his bassinet.

"My sister," James replied, remembering to keep his voice soft so as not to wake the baby.

"Eleanor?!" Lorraine exclaimed happily, coming to stand by his side, "Why I haven't see or heard from her in so long. I was so disappointed when she couldn't make it to the wedding. How is she?"

James shrugged. "Not as well as I had hoped," he replied. Lorraine's eyes widened, and he quickly continued, "No she's not sick or hurt or anything of that sort. She's just unhappy in England and wishes to return to Port Royal."

"That's wonderful!" Lorraine continued, smiling, "Well, not the part about her being unhappy of course, but about her coming to Port Royal. She can stay with us. It will be lovely. I'd be so happy to see her again after all these years."

James smiled at seeing his wife so excited. "Since you are so ecstatic about it, I will write to her at once saying that she is welcome in our home."

"Of course you will," Lorraine scolded, "How could you think anything different? She is your sister."

"I never said that I was going to turn her away, Lorraine," he said defensively as he searched for some paper to send a return letter on.

"Good," she replied, "Oh, it will be wonderful! I'm so glad Elias will get to meet his aunt." She paused. "But I thought you said that she was probably going to marry that… umm… Lord something or another."

James sighed. "Yes, well we thought that she was going to marry him, but Eleanor has just told me that things did not work out as any of them thought. She said she would explain more thoroughly when she saw me in person."

Lorraine nodded understandingly. "Of course. I'm sure she has a good reason, James. I know more than anyone what it's like to be pressured into a marriage. You wouldn't want her to have married the man if he was someone like Wellington, would you?"

"Certainly not," James replied vehemently. He hated to even hear Wellington's name mentioned after Lorraine being engaged to him. Luckily, that problem had been taken care of.

"Good," Lorraine said with a smile, "Who knows, maybe she'll find a good man who she loves here in Port Royal."

"I hope so," he replied, "But not all are as lucky as we are."

She smiled at him. Then a twinkle appeared in her eye. That was a warning to him that she was forming a plan. "James," she cooed in a sweet voice as she walked behind him and began to massage his shoulders, "You know, Andrew is still unmarried. I daresay, he and Eleanor…."

James cut her off abruptly. "No, Lorraine." His voice was stern and firm. "Lieutenant Gillette is perfectly capable of managing his own love life. He doesn't need you to go pairing him up with anyone."

"But, dear," she protested, "He's been so good to us and little Elias! He's practically your brother! The least we can do is find him a good woman to marry!"

James rolled his eyes at her. "I'd say he would appreciate it much more if we left him to his own affairs."

She scoffed. "Men!"

"Besides," he continued, "They've only met briefly, and we don't even know if they like each other."

"But I'm sure…!"

"No, Lorraine," he told her firmly, "No and that's final. Work you matchmaking on someone else."

"But…."

"No, Lorraine."

She sniffed angrily and crossed her arms under her breasts as she turned away from him. "Fine," she said furiously, "But know that I'm not happy with you at all, James Norrington." He grinned at her back. Seeing her like this was usually something that made him chuckle. She usually didn't stay angry with him for long. He had ways of warming her up to him again. She turned back to face him, and he had to quickly hide his smile. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"

He worked hard to keep a straight face. "I believe I shall just have to cope with your anger the best way that I can. It shall be difficult, but I believe I will pull through."

She glared at him. "You are infuriating." She turned and began stomping towards their room. "I'm going to bed."

James watched her disappear then with a shake of his head turned his attention back to the letter he was writing.

Dear Eleanor,

It is good to hear from you….

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"Miss Norrington, a letter for you."

Eleanor Norrington looked up from her breakfast at the servant who held a piece of paper out to her. She quickly snatched it from his hands. Could it be…? Yes! Yes, it was! She had sent a letter to her brother in Port Royal weeks ago, asking to come stay with him, and this was his reply. She pushed a strand of her dark brown her away from her face as she began to read.

Dear Eleanor,

It is good to hear from you. Lorraine and I were disappointed that you couldn't make it to our wedding and then when our son, Elias was born. We both wish to express that you are always welcome in our home for as long as you like. Lorraine is joyous that she will get to see you again, and that you will get to meet our Elias. I too am overjoyed that we will be reunited after so long a separation. I am eager to read your reply.

Always your loving brother,

James.

Eleanor smiled. She had been worried, but now she realized that there had been nothing at all to worry about. She should have known that James and Lorraine would have no problem with her coming to stay with them. Her brother had always been kind to her, and despite them not seeing each other often in their adult years, they were close. It would be wonderful to see him again. Lorraine too. Eleanor, like James, had grown up with Lorraine, but when Lorraine left for England when she was only seven, Eleanor had not seen her again for years. She saw her once more at a party after she had gone to England herself, but that was all. Eleanor had been overjoyed to hear that James had married her a little over a year before.

"Well?" prompted Caroline Martin as she studied Eleanor from over the brim of her thick glasses. "What does it say?" Caroline was the matriarch of the Martin family- the family whom Eleanor had been living with during her stay in England- and she was far too old to care about whether it was proper or not to inquire about the contents of someone else's mail.

"It is from my brother," Eleanor replied, "He writes that he and his wife have no objection at all to me coming to stay with them."

Jane Martin, Caroline's granddaughter, a young woman of Eleanor's same age at twenty-four and her best friend, asked, "So you will be going then?"

Eleanor nodded. "I think I must," she replied sadly, "I do not wish to remain here any longer."

Jane nodded, her eyes downcast. "I do hate to see you leave after you have stayed with us for so long, but I understand. I will miss you greatly, Elle."

Eleanor smiled. "And I'll miss you, Jane." She looked at all the other faces at the table. There were Caroline and Jane, Lara- Jane's mother, Herbert- Jane's father, Lara's husband, and Caroline's son, and Robert, Michael, and Arthur- Lara and Herbert's three sons. These were the people who she had lived with since she was sixteen, people she now considered her own family. It would be sad to leave them, but she knew she would be much happier far away from England. Anger and sadness flared in her dark green eyes as she thought about what was driving her away from the only home that she had known for eight years. She quickly pushed the memories away and stood.

"I think I will go ready my things," she said to the Martin family, "I would like to leave as soon as I can find a ship that is making its way to Port Royal. The sooner I join James and Lorraine there, the better." Leaving her barely touched breakfast on the table, she headed for the stairs. She needed to be alone more than anything.

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Phew first chapter done! Sorry it was so short! Please review and tell me what you guys think. I love reviews! I promise I'll bring Jack in soon.