James Norrington, servant of His Royal Majesty, the king of England. No, not anymore. He is just the lap-dog of Lord Cutler Beckett. That monster, thought James in his cabin. He was very troubled. His love, Elizabeth, was caught today in the ship of Sao Feng. Damn it! If I don't help them Beckett and Jones would torture and kill them. That's it. I must act. He stood determinedly and left the cabin.
As he was walking upon the deck, one of Jones' crewmen eyed him suspiciously. "Back to your work," Norrington spat. The creature looked away, and Norrington continued on his way.
Norrington arrived in the brig, and whispered to Elizabeth "Come with me." Realizing that Elizabeth would not leave without the Empress' crew, he whispered "Them too." They made their way secretly too Norrington's stern gallery. There the Empress' crew climbed the ropes to the ship. Elizabeth stayed.
After a brief exchange of words, in which Elizabeth asked him to come, Norrington merely responded, "I'm sorry, but this does not absolve me of my other sins." Elizabeth grabbed the rope, and began to crawl to the Empress. She and Norrington's lips connected in a kiss for the first time in years. She the began to climb the rope. As soon as Elizabeth was on the rope Norrington heard foot steps.
From the side of the gallery came Boot-strap Bill. He was muttering strange, incoherent sentences. "Stay back," Norrington warned, while drawing his sword. Norrington, realizing that Boot Strap would alert the rest of the crew, took his pistol and shot the rope connecting the Empress and the Dutchman. Soon Boot Strap's words became audible: "Part of the crew… part of the ship…part of the crew…"
"STAY BACK!" As he said this, Boot Strap impaled Norrington. As Norrington gasped for air, he recoiled DAMN! He thought to himself. He stumbled and fell against the railing on the gallery. "James!" Elizabeth shouted from the Empress. She began to cry as she screamed this.
James was laying wounded on the Dutchman, but this is not the end of him. As he began to lose consciousness, Davy Jones himself appeared on the gallery. "So, James Norrington, to you fear death." Even if I did, I wouldn't spend it on your crew, you squid-faced monstrosity, James thought to himself. He defiantly used his last energy to run his sword through Jones' chest, where his heart should be. He felt his wound worsening, and soon lost consciousness. "Ha, you missed," Davy Jones said mockingly. "Nice sword, anyway," He said as he removed the sword from his chest with a tentacle.
The day afterwards, Mr. Mercer, Beckett's assistant assigned two marine officers to dispose of Norrington's body. As a mark of respect to the Admiral, they stitched and bandaged his wound and redressed his body. They covered the body in a British flag and sent it over board.
Norrington regained consciousness as soon as he hit the water. Damn. The Dutchman's gone. Ah well, they probably would really kill me if they picked me up again, He thought to himself. Now, I need to get rid of this coat… He threw the coat of him, and tried to find something to float on. He found nothing. He decided to swim until he could find something. He found an island.