A/N: Okay everyone. I've never written a POTC fic, so this is a first!!! But this one's going to be Norrington/OC, because Norrington is my favorite character ever!!! Yay!!! This is set after DMC, but I'm pretending that Jack didn't "die." So here goes.

Chapter One: Some Surprising News

James Norrington looked out across the water. It was a clear day, one that was good for sailing. He sighed and turned back to the crew. No time to waste.

James was part of Captain Jack Sparrow's crew aboard the Black Pearl. Sure, he hated it, but it would be worth it later when Jack found the treasure they were setting out to find.

As they finished packing the ship, James heard a voice on the ship that was unfamiliar. He turned to see a woman dressed in sailor's clothes walk about the deck. She really was quite pretty; with her long dark hair and golden skin…James cleared the thought from his mind.

"Alright! I'm lookin' for Jack Sparrow! Anyone seen him?" she said in a loud voice.

"That be me," said Jack in his slurred voice, walking up to her. Will Turner followed him.

James watched as the woman slapped him hard across the face. Jack recoiled in rage.

"What was that for?" he asked angrily. "And who are you, coming like this onto my ship?"

"Well," she said, "If you really care, but I'm sure you don't, I'm your daughter."

The crew went silent and watched the woman with slight interest.

"That's not possible," Jack mused. "Then who's your mother?" he asked in a slightly shaky voice.

"Anamaria," she said quietly.

"And your name?"

"Laura Silverton is what I've always been called," she said quietly.

"Laura Sparrow," Jack said quietly to himself. "So what brings you here?"

"I just wanted to see if it was true that you were here," she said. And now I'm leaving." She stopped when she saw that they had left the land far behind.

"You…you…" she said in rage.

"Pirate," said Jack, smiling. "Welcome to the crew, Miss Silverton."

Laura marched in rage over to the rail and looked out over the water. She was cursing under her breath.

"Lunch!" said a call from below deck, but James wasn't hungry. As the crew left, he walked silently over to Laura and leaned on the rail, looking at the water.

She turned to look at him. "Not you too," she growled.

James smiled slightly. "I'm against Sparrow, actually."

Laura sighed. "Good." She turned to face him. "Laura Silverton," she said, holding out a hand.

"James Norrington," he said, shaking it.

"Why aren't you eating lunch?" she asked.

"Not hungry. Besides, you looked like you could use someone to talk to. Why don't you tell me what brought you her in the first place."

"It's a long story," Laura said, as they walked along the deck.

"Don't worry," James told her. "I've got time."