CatB: Wow, I started this story a LOOONG time ago, and never got around to posting it. It stemmed from this little joke between me and some friends, really.

Warning: In case you didn't read the summary, THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH. Don't like, don't read, it's that simple.

Disclaimer: (I always forget these!) I don't own POTC and am making no money from this story...

It had been easy. Too easy, Norrington thought. But he wasn't worried. He knew Jack was a sucker for rum and now as drunk as, well, he was really drunk. Once Jack was intoxicated, it had been a piece of cake to get into Jack's cabin. The not-so-simple part was finding what he wanted, but he knew Jack well, and was able to locate the object in a matter of minutes, hidden under the Captain's pillow. He snuck back to his own quarters with the object in his pocket, noting that Jack showed no signs of stopping his rum binge. He flopped onto his bed, sighing happily, holding the special (er, broken) compass with shaking hands. Norrington smiled, opening it slowly. The needle spun quickly before pointing at…the door?

"Whatever I want most is over there?" Norrington asked himself. His question was answered by a knock at the door. He stood up quickly, and had enough time to cover the compass with his hands before Will Turner walked in without waiting for a reply. He strode over to Norrington, the compass pointing at him the whole time. What the hell? thought Norrington.

"Now you've really done it, Norrington!" Will yelled, his face red with anger.

"What are you talking about?" was Norrington's puzzled retort.

"Why can't you just accept that Elizabeth doesn't like you?" Will shouted back.

"I don't pretend to understand you, Mr. Turner," Norrington said coldly. "Yes, Ms. Swann has made it perfectly clear how she feels about me. You needn't shout."

"Obviously she didn't make herself clear enough," Will said bitterly.

"Mr. Turner, do you think you could kindly explain whatever it is you're going on about?" said Norrington, beginning to lose his patience.

"I'll have you know that no one, NO ONE, kisses Elizabeth and gets away with it," he growled, breathing heavily.

"What are you talking about?" asked a disconcerted Norrington.

"There's no way you're getting around it," Will said aggressively, ignoring him, "because Jack told me you did."

Norrington burst out laughing. "Sparrow? Just now?" Will nodded, his jaw set. "Mr. Turner, think about what you are saying. Sparrow's as drunk as…a rat's ass right now. There's now way he's telling the truth."

"I believe his word over yours," Will said stubbornly, but he didn't look entirely sure of himself.

"Look, you can ask Elizabeth yourself. She'll tell you the truth and clear this up once and for all," said Norrington.

"Yeah, I will!" Will said. "I swear to God, if it's true…" He stomped out, slamming the door behind him.

Norrington now felt confused. He couldn't help but notice that as Will had exited the room, the point of the compass had followed without fail.

What does it mean? Norrington wondered.

CatB: Obviously this is not a one-shot...umm, hope you enjoyed it! Let me know what you think, please! (By the way, sorry it's so short...)