Author's Note: I came up with idea for a story awhile back. It has been nagging me and I finally worked out the plot. Hope you enjoy. (The movie Dead Man's Chest, never happened in this story!)
P.S.: I used United Kingdom English in this, but don't know if the sentence structure is correct. If you are from England, please tell me if it is wrong. Thanks a bunch!
P.P.S: Elizabeth really loved Norrington, but fell in love with Will.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, it's characters or the ride. That all belongs to the Mouse in the corner.
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Two years. Two years. Two years since he saw Captain Jack Sparrow. Two years since he saw Will Turner. Two years since he saw her; Elizabeth Swann. He knew it was for the best, and yet it felt unreal. How many times in the Royal Navy, have they encountered dead people? He loved Elizabeth Swann, more so than he could express. But why Will Turner. After that fiasco with Captain Barbossa and his men, he thought he still had her. But sadly, Elizabeth went to save someone, who tried to save her. Maybe he did go too slow to save her, but how fast can you go when you don't know where they've gone to and left the port in shambles? Commodore James Norrington was pondering this in his office.
He did love Elizabeth. In fact he still has this feeling in the pit of his stomach that she would have been his; without that Turner boy interfering. He leaned back in his chair and took a swig of drink from the green bottle. Norrington slipped into the bottle gradually, then stopped himself for realizing he became a drinker, but then looked at the bottle and did not bother to put the cork in. Metaphorically speaking. His favourite drink was gin (or whisky, whatever was available), but his guilty pleasure was rum. Yes rum was a vile drink, but then what drink isn't?
A knock came at his door and he quickly shoved the bottle into a drawer, in his desk. "Commodore, a note came for you. Shall I slide it under your door, sir?" James shook his head and called out to the person, "Come in Lieutenant." he sighed and adjusted his wig.
"Good day Commodore." said Lieutenant Gillette. The Lieutenant looked at the frayed man in front of him and noticed the smell of liquor in the air. "I see you have some rum." Gillette looked at the man with concern, for he knew (as well as all his men) that Elizabeth Swann was engaged to him. The Commodore looked at the Lieutenant with annoyance. "Do you or do you not have a letter? Because if you don't you are wasting valuable time." Gillette snapped out of his thoughts and handed him the letter. Norrington put the letter down on his desk and folded his hands on his desk and looked at Gillette. Gillette looked at him and realized what was happening and turned to the door. "Good day sir." and left.
Norrington rolled his eyes and opened the drawer and got out the green bottle. He took a drink and looked at the letter. To Commodore James Norrington it said in fancy cursive. Elizabeth, he thought. James looked at the letter for a good five minutes. He was scared to what it said. Probably to go to their wedding, he thought. Or worse. They eloped and they have a christianising for their baby. It has been enough time, hasn't it? He picked up the letter with shaky hands and opened the envelope. Elizabeth's perfume filled his nostrils with spices and herbs; it seemed from a different planet. He breathed it in, hoping that she made a mistake and wanted to marry him. He looked at the letter, with no such luck.
Please come to the wedding of Elizabeth Jacqueline Swann and William Turner.
The wedding will be held at Sister Matilda's Chapel. There will be a reception afterwards at Governor Swann's mansion. Please let us know if you are able to attend. The wedding will be held on May 19 at 10'o clock. Please tell us if you are going to the wedding by April 5.
There was note to the Commodore himself, writ by Elizabeth.
Dear James,
I know that you are a man of honour and are willing to come to the wedding. However, if you feel that you cannot, you are more than welcome to bring one of your friends. I will understand if you cannot make it. I am hoping to see you there.
Yours truly,
Elizabeth
Norrington threw down the letter and put his head on his hands. A tear trickled down him check and landed on the letter, making the ink smear. He got the green bottle and chugged down the rest of the terrible drink and threw the bottle at the door. It crashed and left a stain on the door. I can't and I won't. He got his coat and put it on. He wrote a note and put it on the door saying that he was going home; he felt ill. He put the note on the door and walked to Port of the Dead (that's where people from the sea came and were presumed or pronounced dead), where he was confident that no ship were there. He wanted so much to jump in the water and forget his troubles. He looked at the ocean and saw a rose on the water. He cursed the rose for he had a flash back.
They were walking along the seashore, giggling at the joke that just happened at dinner. They were not holding hands as you would expect. Instead James' hands were behind his back and Elizabeth's were in front of her, holding a fan.
"You should have saw the look on his face when I told father that you proposed." Her laughter filled the air and James looked at her and smiled. "He looked like a codfish! He just stood there with his mouth open."
"Yes it was unexpected, even for me. I was going to ask your father but I rather tell you first than him." He looked out to the ocean and saw some birds flying in the air. He took a deep breath and said, "Elizabeth, look." Elizabeth stopped and went to the side of James. "See those birds flying in the air? I think they are tell us something." Elizabeth had a questionable look on her face and said, "What are they saying?". James looked at her and got a rose from his inside breast pocket. He handed it to her and she smelled the wonderful fragrance of the rose and of him. She looked at him and he said, "They are saying : "I am the luckiest man in the world" Elizabeth and no one can take you away from me." She giggled and they leaned in for a kiss.
James snapped out of the trance he was in and walked away. He signalled for a taxi and went home. That memory was burned in his mind. That was the first time he said romantic things, to another woman. Sure, in the Royal Navy when they were training, they had whores and sluts in bars and on street corners near the harbour and he joined in. But this was the first time that he actually fell in love. He knew that he was in love with her when she was sixteen years old. He was twenty six at the time. How he fell in love brought a tear to his eye. She was at a party with some of her friends. She was wearing the most beautiful dress that anyone in Port Royal has ever seen. William Turner was at that party as well, and they were talking. James noticed that she had the most dazzling smile he ever knew. Her hair was a tan-ish colour and her face was radiant. Her body was a "temple" and that brought some evil thoughts in his head. That brought a smile to his face. She was so beautiful, he thought and so grown up. How was it that her father wanted to make her marry a forty five year old man, who has no appreciation for beauty and for her mind. He was pulled out of the memory and saw his house. He thanked the driver and paid him well, and went inside of his house.
He went to his bedroom, saying to the maids that he was ill and wanted to lie down. He got out a nice bottle of sherry, from under his bed and began to drink that. There will never be another girl for me. I am too strict and just look at me. I do not have any lady's fancy. He sighed and looked at the bottle. My only friend. He finished the bottle and went to sleep.
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Author's note: So, how do you like it? I am not a mind reader, people so please read and review. Thank you. (Side Note: Back in the day, when a girl was of child bearing age, she was given up to the man who would marry her; arranged marriage.)