James Norrington's bedroom was dark. None of the lamps were lit, and the curtains were covering the windows, blocking the moonlight. Everything in the room was in shades of grey.
James entered the room. He took off his coat and tossed it onto the bed. He went to the windows, and pulled open the curtains, letting the moonlight flood the room. The walls were coloured a bone colour, just like every other room in the house. His bed was placed strategically so that when he got up in the morning, he would see a beautiful view of the ocean. Surrounding his bed were two side tables. His bed was of a good size, with more than enough room to fit two people comfortably. Two people.
He pushed open the window, letting the ocean breeze and its salty scent fill the room. He stared out the window for a moment, staring out into the vastness of the ocean. He wanted to be like the sea; as free as the sea; as strong as the sea; as unfeeling as the sea...
He walked away from the window, toward the wardrobe across from his bed. It stretched from the floor to almost touching the ceiling. He opened it, took off his powdered wig, and placed it on the wig-holder on the shelf.
He was about to change into his night clothes, when he stopped. He closed the wardrobe's doors. He then turned around and walked to the mirror between the window and the wardrobe. He looked at himself, studied himself; questioned himself.
What's wrong with me? he thought to himself. Am I too reserved that I may not even win the heart of a dear friend?
The answer was yes. He knew that. And so did Elizabeth. All she wanted was for him to tell her he loved her and proved it. He lacked the courage to do so that day at the battlement, and he still does.
His eyes had bags underneath, telltale signs of his inability to sleep following that day at the battlement. He untied his hair, letting it fall loosely around his head. He put his ribbon in his pocket, and when he did, he felt something inside. It was a box.
He took it out and opened it, knowing that nothing good would come of it.
It was a necklace. Its chain was made of a fine white gold and its pendant the same, only it was diamond-shaped, with a perfectly-sized sapphire gem in the middle. He had planned to give it to her that day Sparrow was to be hung, though he had not done so soon enough. Will professed, she said yes, and he was out of the picture.
He closed the box and walked to his left bedside table. He placed the box in the drawer, under all the other things he left in there, with the hopes that he would one day forget about it. He knew he never would, though.
He lay on his bed, his coat crumpling under his weight. He lay there for a good long time...
He turned over on his side closed his eyes and tried to sleep. Tears ran from his eyes. He didn't try to stop them.
The tears fell freely from his face, falling into the bed below him, disappearing into its cushions.
He would forever be in love with Elizabeth, however much he wished not to be.
A/N: I wrote this a long time ago. Only now did I upload it here. Please review!