Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, despite all my attempts to find a way to be able to. This is just a work of my imagination running away from me.
Rating: G
Summary: Norrington packs up after he resigns his commission.
Laughter
The newly former Commodore James L. Norrington was packing what small amount of plainclothes he had into a small suitcase. He had sent a servant down to the docks to book him passage on whatever ship was leaving the soonest. As much as Port Royal had been his home for the past eleven years, he couldn't bare to stay here anymore. And since he had resigned his commission earlier that afternoon, he didn't even have a reason to. He just couldn't take the laughter anymore. Society was of course too 'polite' to gossip and laugh at him to his face, but he knew they were. He saw it in the way silence enveloped a small crowd as he walked up, in the faint, temporary smile lines fading from a suddenly serious face. 'Let them laugh! Soon I'll be gone from this middle-of-nowhere town, and their words won't cut me anymore.' Eventually, he'd outrun that laughter. He just hoped his mind was intact when that day came.