Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, William Turner, Commodore Norrington, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Governor Swann, or the Black Pearl. Heck, I don't even own Norrington's sword. How sad is that?
. I want a sword.
Author's Note: Companion fic to A Great Fool. Read it if you're a Norriefan.
"Perhaps, on the rare occasion that pursuing the right course demands an act of piracy… piracy itself can be the right course?" The governor suggested. I watched Jack swim towards his ship, barely paying attention. I knew that the pirate's fondest dream in ten years had finally come true. I felt Elizabeth's hand seek mine amid the press of people trying to get a look at the pirates, and I knew that my fondest dream had come true as well.
"So this is where your heart truly lies, then?" Norrington had said, pleading filling his eyes. Pleading for her to be honest with him, to stop playing with his heart. That must have been when he decided that he loved her too much not to set her free. I know that if she had wanted him, and not me, I would have let her go, but perhaps it was the fear that she did want him that made me risk the noose as soon as I confessed my love.
"Mr. Turner." I was startled out of my reverie. I could hear guns being cocked behind the pillar where I stood with my love, gazing at her for perhaps the last time.
"I will accept the consequences of my actions," I told her softly, turning away.
The Commodore lifted his sword—one of the best weapons I'd ever made, I remembered with pride. "This is a beautiful sword," he informed me, as if agreeing with my thoughts. "I would expect the man who made it to show the same care and devotion in every aspect of his life." The was another message beneath the words: Show that same care and devotion towards Elizabeth. I know that she loves you, and so I give her to you.
"Thank you." It seemed an inadequate thing to say, but at the time, it was all there was.