Alright, so now that my story has become a little more concrete in my own mind I've made a few minor changes to the first two chapters. Once again, I own nothing, NorringtonOC, still looking for an acceptable title. Have fun……
She sits against the door of the captain's cabin, her knees pulled into her chest. The sky begins to darken. She doesn't notice. The wind picks up, it blows her hair away from her face. She looks up as a single tear runs down her cheek. The wind continues to blow, lightning streaks the sky. Sparrow and Elizabeth stood at the prow, waiting. Something shoots out of the ocean next to the Pearl, a ship. Elizabeth runs towards it. A man with dark hair appears on deck and opens his arms. Elizabeth runs to his embrace. Sparrow saunters up to the couple in his usual drunken fashion.
"Any news from the locker, then?" Elizabeth and her husband pull apart slightly.
"I found him." She snaps her head up. She stands, listening. The captain cocks his head to the side. Elizabeth speaks.
"And? Can you bring him back, Will?" He shakes his head.
"I can't, she can. She needs convincing, however. As you can see, she is planning to join us for this little meeting." They all look up at the growing storm. Sparrow grins.
"Ah yes." A gale rocks the Pearl, rain begins to fall. A bolt of lightning cuts across the sky. A woman appears on the deck. Her clothing is strange, seemingly nothing but lengths of seaweed bound about her voluptuous body. She is pale, white as the sands of Jamaica. Her eyes are dark as jet, without a trace of white. Her hair is wild and black. It whips around her head in the wind. Will and Elizabeth nod to the woman. Sparrow goes towards her.
"Ah, Calypso. This form is interesting, to say the least, but I don't think it suits you quite as well as your former one." The woman smiles slightly.
"True, Jack, but I had begun to tire of it." Her voice is low and smooth with traces of some ancient, Mediterranean accent. Sparrow smiles, removes his hat and bows slightly.
"My lady." She nods and looks towards the Turners.
"Now, my captain tells me there is a soul up for bargain." Elizabeth approaches her.
"Yes, Calypso. We ask that you return James Norrington to the land of the living." Calypso smiles, crosses her arms and walks towards Elizabeth.
"Why should I?"
"He was killed helping Sao Feng's crew and myself escape the Flying Dutchman. If he had not helped us Barbossa would not have had all nine pieces of eight necessary to free you. His death helped us to set you free, I hope that you will consider that in your decision." The goddess laughs harshly.
"So you think I owe this man his life since he played a small part in my inevitable freedom?" Will starts immediately.
"No, of course not. You owe nothing to anyone. We ask for this kindness. I have been dutiful as captain of the Flying Dutchman, and I hope that I have gained your favor."
"Aye, Captain Turner, that you have." He smiles. She raises one finger. "For now." Calypso paces slowly around the deck. The girl remains against the door. She is afraid, but she is also brave. She does not hide her eyes from the unpredictable deity.
"You are not the person I would expect to find on this ship, Cora Edwards." She looks into the inky eyes, surprised.
"You know who I am?" Calypso smiles.
"I know more than you think." A bolt of lightening cuts across the sky. "Leave us," Calypso calls over her shoulder.
"What?" She turns to see Sparrow staring at her, confused.
"Leave us, Jack. I will speak to the girl alone."
"As you wish, your crabby-ness." He bows dramatically and goes below. The Turners follow. Calypso turns and moves to the prow of the ship, beckoning for the girl to follow. She rises to her feet and moves to stand behind the goddess.
"So, you wish me to bring back James Norrington."
"Yes, milady."
"Then you must persuade me." She looks at her, her brow slightly wrinkled.
"How may I do that, milady?" Calypso smiles.
"Tell me your story."