The final thoughts of James Norrington as he meets his demise on the Flying Dutchman.
"Our destinies have been entwined, Elizabeth, but never joined." How I wish I didn't have to tell her that. How I wish I wasn't on this cursed ship, but that was not a choice made by me. I stared into her eyes, longingly. I felt myself being pulled to her. I met her lips in a passionate kiss. I savored the moment hoping it would never end, but I had to save her life.
"Go! Now!" I commanded of her. I would not be responsible for my beloved Elizabeth's death.
As the creature approached me, I ordered him back to his station.
"No one leaves the ship!" he told me. I didn't care. Elizabeth wasn't a "no one". He began to chant something, and then yelled out a prisoner escape. I demanded he belay that. Then I heard Elizabeth call my name and she began to shimmy back to me. I wanted to go with her, but I knew I couldn't. I shot the line carrying her. She was safe. As I turned around, the sailor ran me through. I heard someone scream my name as I fell to the deck. There were voices all around me, but I couldn't make out what they were saying...except for one.
"James Norrington, do you fear death?"
Absolutely not! I was an admiral in the British navy. What little strength I had in me I wasted on jamming my sword into the empty hole that was the heart of Davy Jones and I breathed my last.
"Nice sword," I heard him say, as we walked away.
Here I wander. Somewhere between mortality and immortality. I am at peace yet at the same time I am not. I think about Elizabeth all the time. I can see her smiling face in my mind. Sometimes I wonder what she is doing and I still cannot see what she sees in that Turner fellow, but she is happy and that is all I wanted for her. I love you, Elizabeth Swann. Never forget that.