Disney owns everything!!Dont Sue Me!!-----------------Um, yeah short, but meaningful, Im new at this. Review this I guess.
Norrington in the Tavern, DMC-like, but not, before he see Elizabeth, its his thoughts.
He wishes
James Norrington, was not himself, he was rugged, dirty, he looked as though the world had fallen on him and he had let it shatter. Right before his eyes, he had lost everything, he wished he had lost himself. He had lost his ship, his men, everything. Now the pain of love was coming to haunt him, that had hurt him the most. At one time he could have had her, he believes, but fate did intervein. Maybe he had done something and karma was coming to get him, or it was just not time for her yet. He left, not to she her face, hopefully never again. Because it is her face who haunt him every night, he hasnt slept in days, he tries, but his mind goes to the what ifs. He knows he might could have done more, but why didnt he. Now he just sat here in this old tarvern, drinking rum, wishing on everything he had to get rid of her face. Theres just that one thing in the back of his mind, it hurts him to think it, but he wishes he could have her still. He just wants to hold her, touch her, kiss her, everything. He wants to see her, but if she saw him that would harm everything, because he was not himself, he was hurt in more ways than one. He was a shipwreck, he wants Davy Jones to come get him, but death is far worse than life. Because maybe in his life, just out of nowhere, she will come to him. All he wants is to see her face. Elizabeth's face.
At that moment he wished to she her, for once his wish came to true. She walked into the old tavern, she wasnt dressed like herself, but it was her. He began to curse himself to hell and back. But she hadnt see him yet, but he prayed in his mind, she wouldnt. He lifted his head as she began to walk towards him, she had seen him. His heart was full of everything jealousy, hate, loathing, and a hint of fear, if she was to mention his name. With every step getting closer his heart began to pound into obliovion, he still had love for her, only her. As she looked into his dark eyes, he began to speak.
"Out of all the Taverns, in all the Carribean, you come into mine?"
Her face was stunned, but to him with her, it was the same old story, if he wanted her he would have to fight. His love would not go untouched this time, he would now fight, because as time went by, it was his turn to fight, and he would with everything hes got.