Hi there! I kind of felt the urge to write again, so here I am...

I wanted to rewrite my previous Norrington story because there are parts I'm not very fond of, at all, but I thought better of it and decided to do another one.

I really hope I'm not wasting my time with this and that I'll take this story to the end (which is very likely, I like to finish everything I've started).

So here I am again, with a brand new take on my Norrington fantasies (seriously, why do I always want to write stuff about him, thirteen years later. Oh well...)

Thanks for reading and bearing with my crappy writing skills and my constant laziness and lack of imagination.

Disclaimers: I don't own PoTC, nor Norrington, nor Lt Groves, nor the other characters of PoTC.

"Can I come, can I come? Pleeease Theo, can I come with you this time?"

The young woman was pulling at her cousin's fine coat, which fabric , as she would always say, matched perfectly the deep blue shade of her eyes just as much as the golden tint of its buttons reflected back the golden hues of her hair.

Theodore Groves, young lieutenant in His Majesty Royal Navy looked fondly at his relative. He too knew that pull towards the sea and its infinite vastness, that longing to lose touch with all know realities to face Neptune's wrath. But Clemency would never know that feeling, no matter how ardently she wished for it. It wasn't for lack of willingness, patriotism, or spirit of adventure, that she had as much as any other sailor, if not more, she would say. No, it was much simpler than that, she was born a woman, and women simply did not go at sea, let alone to become sailors for His Majesty.

"Clemency," he sighed, "we both know it is impossible for me to bring you along."

"You can't blame me for trying, I thought my persistency would eventually soften you or that during those long months at sea you would have thought of a clever way to justify my presence, or of a way to disguise my true self and become a regular sailor. I am willing to learn, you know that."

"Have you even considered the risk I could encounter by hiding you on board? You wouldn't only be a stowaway, but a woman. Women are forbidden on board of ships, it is the Law!"

"Well, not so much the Law, rather Old wive's tales and supersitions. Do you know the real reason? No rule is ever made arbitrarily, there is always a cause."

"And consequences" her cousin finished.

"Can I at least come on board while she's still moored?" Clemency asked, hoping for this time that he would grant her that harmless wish.

"I have to see with my Captain first, officer of Navy or not, there are queries I cannot answer by myself."

"I could always persuade that Captain of yours with my unparalleled charms and wit. How ever could he refuse a young lady's wish ..." She batted her lashes and pouted in a way that made Theodore's face redden a little.

"Well, you just.. just use that witchcraft of yours on my Captain and see what happens. In 6 years I have spent by his side, I have never witnessed a weakness of the heart on his side…"

"Oh, I'm sure you're saying this to challenge me, Cousin!"

The idea of possibly going on board of real warship emboldened Clemency. She usually wasn't one for using whatever attributes or mock-faces she had learned to catch a good party's eyes; but this time was different. She had grown and matured since she and her cousin had last seen each other. On top of her sixteen years of age, she wasn't promised to anyone yet, not that there wasn't any offer, but because her father thought her celibacy could wait a while longer. After all, they were not lacking of income nor were in trouble of any sort, so there was no reason to push the single child of the Graves family into a loveless married.

"When do you think you could show me how it is on board of the Endeavour?" the young woman asked, not straying from her intent.

"I will tell you as soon as I know, by tonight at the Hartfield's ball, I should have a satisfactory answer."

"One more reason to looking forward to this ball then! Thank you Theodore!" She swirled around, and placed a kiss on her cousin's cheek, the prospect of a positive answer already filling her mind.

And there, one chapter done! What the heck am I doing...