A/N: Okay this isn't mine. If it was James Norrington would be chained up under the bed forever. But this was inspired by the commentary of POTC 2. A line that was cut from the final film. thanks for reading.
"James Norrington, What has the world done to you?" She asked, pulling me from the mud I was to drown in.
"Nothing I didn't deserve." I answered the woman's voice. Now I'm sitting here on the Black Pearl, of all the places, thinking about that night. What has I said that to her? What had I done to be punished so cruelly by this world? I can tell you just that. I haven't lived not truly. Most would look at me, well the life I used to live, and be amazed. Yes, the Commodore, traveled the world hunting pirates, having freedom, and adventure. But no, that's what it looked like, not what it was. I was taking orders, being a stiff Navy Officer. My uniform always pressed, so clean, I was never once allowed freedom. And now I look at my surroundings, a naval officer in a crew of pirates and it is not that bad, these are some good people. Another thing the people would never see. I've hanged many pirates, never thinking they could be good people. Look at Sparrow, he may be a pirate but I can see why stories are told about him. A great captain, a noble man on some levels.
As I look up I see another reason I deserve this. It is in a form of a woman. The same woman who pulled me from that muck of pigs' mud. Yes I can see what her plans are even now, even before she puts them into play. I should have warned young Turner about this before he was to far in. he should have been told by someone who has fallen
for her trap. He should know that he is only a pawn in her game of self-satisfaction. As I see her games she plays with Sparrow I notice how alike they are. How the both try and match each other, neither winning over the other. Maybe Sparrow isn't that good of a person. He has already turned into a piece on her board. After Sparrow and Turner, I wonder who will be next. Getting up I walk over to her, a smug grin upon her face.
"It's a curious this," I say to her, "There was a time where I would've given anything for you to have looked like that while thinking about me." She passes it off as not knowing what I mean. I tell her differently and she says I'm absurd. I start to walk away from her but turn back just for a moment, just to ask "So you never wondered how your latest fiancé ended up on the Flying Dutchman in the first place?" With a shake of my head I leave the deceitful lady, confuse and with a compass that is 'unique'. Yes I believe I deserve what the world has granted me, but I think that someone else deserves it more. I look back and that person is staring at her next prey up at the helm. How can someone so beautiful be so conniving?