Ch 1: The Letter and the Commodore's Son.

Me: Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates Of The Caribbean. I only own Sean Norrington and this story. Although if my sister did: she would own Johnny Depp.

Mrs. Johnny Depp [My sister, as she calls herself.]: You don't own the story. We both do.

Me: Okay so we both had the idea but I'm the one sitting on the computer writing it aren't I?

M.J.D: But we share the same Pen Name. Evil computer. [Grills computer]

Me: Shut up.

Captain Jack Sparrow was standing on his ship caressing his beloved helm. One hand held a bottle of rum and the other steering his ship. While he was steering the ship, Mr. Cotton's parrot dropped a letter at his feet. Staring down at it, he bent over to pick it up. It said in a curvy script "Captain" Jack Sparrow. He smirked, walked to his cabin, and opened the letter. He gasped and said, "It's from Will-and Elizabeth- but it's from Will. I'll read it to you."

He cleared his throat. "Ahem.

Dear Jack and his beloved Pearl,

[Oh, he mentioned you, isn't that wonderful.]

I cordially invite you to witness the marriage of Ms. Elizabeth Swann and

Mr. William Turner, on this date of August 7th promptly at 7 o'clock.

Putting formal speech aside, I also want to ask if you give me the honor of being my best man. If you do not, I will have to give Commodore Norrington this honor. Please try to attend, and Elizabeth and I will be happy. After the wedding there will be drinks and food. I also want to invite the crew although you all will have to clean up and wear different clothes. So we hope to see you there.

From,

Will Turner and Elizabeth Swann.

"Oh so their finally getting hitched. How long has it been? Two, Three years since we defeated Barbossa and his crew of miscreants in the cursed Isle de Mueta and broke the curse of Cortez himself. Or was it four? Oh well the only thing that matters is that they're getting married. Whoo!"

Then Anamaria walked in on him doing snoopy dances and dancing in his room.

"Cap'n what the bloody el' are you doing ye have a ship to capt'n." Ana said looking at him incredulously.

"Ana, do ye know how to knock?" Jack said in mock fright.

"Ha, ha, ha." Ana said sarcastically.

"No I'm bein' serious what if I hadn't been decent."

"It's not like ye mind."

"Okay, okay. I'll going capt'n me ship if it makes ye so happy."

"Thank ye."

Jack left the room only to run into his first mate, Joshamee Gibbs, or as everyone else called him, Gibbs.

"Ahoy Cap'n! I was just comin' to see if Ana got ye out of ye quarters yet."

"Aye, Gibbs if I'm standing in front of ye I think I'm out of me cabin."

"No, I meant if she was lashin any pain on ye to get you out."

"Oh. Set the sails! We're on our way to Port Royal!"

"Why Cap'n?" Twigg asked.

"Is it of any consequence of ye knowing Master Twigg?"

"No sir"

"No sir," Jack mimicked him. "No get t' work."

The crew jumped and yelled, "Aye, Aye Cap'n."

Jack looked at the horizon and smiled. "Will, Elizabeth, I shall be there momentarily. I promise."

At Port Royal

Sean Norrington stirred in his sleep. He had been in Port Royal for two years now. His father was the pompous Commodore James Norrington, as for his mother, might God rest her soul. Then a maid knocked on the door causing the boy to wake.

"Sir, are you awake?" She asked.

"Almost," Sean muttered.

The maid opened the window and the sun streamed in making the boy shoot up and cover his eyes.

"Oh my goodness, does the sun have to shine brightly this early in the morning?" He groaned.

"Yes, it does. What would keep us warm and able to see during the day, Sean?" His father said walking into the room.

"I know but..." Sean started but was cut off by his father.

"No buts. Get up Sean and dress decent we have a wedding to attend."

"Alright." Sean moaned and got out of his bed. He didn't like getting up this early and didn't like to do anything to do with the Royal Navy. Sean was only 14 and he knew a lot about being pompous and important. He was a skinny boy with a narrow face and wavy brown hair, which brought attention to his light British accent brought emphasis to his emerald green eyes; he wore glasses and dressed in fancy clothes. He hardly had any friends because he was trapped inside everyday listening to his father and other officers talking about their latest preparation to capture Captain Jack Sparrow. That was one thing that always sparked his interest. His father could never catch Jack Sparrow, no matter how hard he tried. Sean had always wanted to be a pirate, but never told his father.

There was a sharp knock at his door and Sean went to answer it. "Who is it?"

"Your father. Are you ready to leave Son?"

"Almost, if I could get this bloody belt on and if I could find my shoes." He said as he buckled his belt and dropped down to his knees to find his shoes. He crawled over and saw a pair of shoes at the front of his open door. He looked up and saw his father towering over him and holding his shoes. He looked sheepishly at them and back at his father and stood up and grabbed his shoes from him and put them on. Then he put on a gold cross and tucked under his shirt. When he was ready he stood up and followed his father with a gloomy look. He hated being Commodore Norrington's son.

Me: Was it good? I hope you like it; it will get better... I hope. R&R.

M.J.D: You worry too much.

Me: This is my first POTC story so don't act like you have so much experience dork.

M.J.D: I've written one it's called The Lady and The Pirate, and it's about...

Me: Jack Sparrow, I get it.

M.J.D: Captain Jack Sparrow.

Me: Whatever, So If you want to read her story go ahead I'm not stopping you. See ya.

My Alter Ego,

KatrinaKaiba.