Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean and all related characters belong to Walt Disney, Gore, Jerry, Ted and Terry.

Rating: T for now.

Characters: James Norrington primarily and most of the entire cast

Pairings: Will/Elizabeth so far.

Setting: Takes place after AWE, may contain spoilish speculations on the third movie.

The Chosen

Prologue

James Norrington was surprised to find the feathered end of his quill between his lips and removed it from his mouth. He stared in disgust at the damp ends, frayed from his chewing. It had been years since he had chewed on his quill whenever he had let his thoughts drift. He had thought he was through with that bad habit.

"Enough of that," he muttered and dipped the sharpened end into his ink blotter and continued to mark out the coordinates. He and his crew have been at see for weeks, trying to hunt down the latest threat to the Caribbean, a pirate known by the moniker of Captain Scar.

James raised his head from his work when he heard a knock at the door.

"Admiral?" Captain Groves asked from the other side of the door. "I hope I am not intruding, but we have found something unusual."

"Unusual?" James had seen his fair share of what many would consider unusual: skeletal pirates, men who were half sea creature, and pirates from the far east who were able to regenerate lost limbs. He himself was pulled away from a tunnel of light thanks to a sea witch and the request of Elizabeth. "If there is something unusual, Captain Groves you do not have to knock."

"I am sorry, Admiral," Groves opened the door. "It isn't frightening unusual."

"But it is something out of the ordinary," James rose from behind his desk.

"Yes and it is quite beautiful."

"Beautiful?" James blinked.

"Out in the sea."

" Show me this strange beauty."

James wasn't exactly sure of what he saw when he stepped out on deck and faced the bow of The Naiad. Several knots ahead he could see a thin silver beam connecting the sky and the sea. The calm waters reflected the stars and the moon in the sky.

"It is almost like the guiding star of Bethlehem." Groves said in awe as he stood next to his admiral.

"Indeed," James stared at the sky trying to locate a source. "Except it is not coming form the direction of any star, nor even the moon."

"What if it is from moon people?" A naval officer asked. "From one of their ships?"

James stared at the officer. The other man was young and recently promoted to sub lieutenant. "Now is not the time for fictional tales."

"You fought against creatures that were once stories," the young officer pointed out. "You nearly died yourself."

James stared into the pale blue eyes of the young man, but it was Groves who responded.

"Those are legends, Lieutenant Pryce. What are you talking about is something different something new."

"Now is not the time," Norrington felt his ship move. He looked up and saw the beam of light was closer than before. "Why are we sailing towards the light?"

"We can't be sailing," Pryce pointed towards the sails, not single one was moving. "There is no wind."

"I do not like the looks of this," James said as he felt the speed of his ship increase.

"I agree," Groves's fingers wrapped around the hilt of his sword. "By your command sir I will have the men armed and ready."

"Not at this time," James felt his own hand inching closer to his sword. His eyes had never left the beam, as it seemed to grow in thickness from a thread of spider silk to that of rope.

"Are we being called to heaven?" Another officer asked as he made the sign of the cross over his heart.

"If it is our time we should accept it," Groves chuckled weakly. "Although I do not remember being in another life or death situation."

"Neither do I," James wondered if they did want to collect his soul. They nearly had him at the shipyard cove.

The beam had widened into a pillar when they were only a few yards away. James removed his sword from its sheath.

Groves had read his movement. "Now gentlemen," he called out at the top of his lungs. "Arm yourselves."

James would only strike if there were something that proved to be a threat. If it was from heaven he wasn't going to anger it by possibly provoking it.

The beam widened into an explosion the second the ship came into contact with it, almost as if the bowsprit had shattered it like an eggshell. Everything had turned white, the deck, the masts, the sails were brighter than before, and even their uniforms had their colors washed from them.

James had opened his mouth to address his men, only no words came out despite the fact he felt his lips move and vocal chords work. To his horror he saw Groves and Pryce collapse at the same time. Their swords clattered next to them. The rest of his men fainted in the same manner, all with smiles on their face.

He was the only one unaffected, and the only one who could fight whatever has attacked them. He turned to face the front once again.

He came face to face with a woman dressed in the same glowing material as his sails. Hair of golden flame crowned her head and danced around her shoulders. Her eyes were glowing with an alabaster radiance. Her hands were clasped in prayer and the light at her sides had taken on the shapes of feathered wings.

An angel. She was an angel. There was nothing else she could be but one of heavens own. James reached to her, ready to accept his fate. His men would wake up to find him gone, but at least he knew where he was going. He would see his father again, along with the first captain he served under, and Gillette.

"Admiral James Norrington," her voice was in his head. "You have been chosen." Her fingers interlaced with James's own.

It was the last thing James saw before everything went dark.

A/N: There have been stories written in the 18th century where people mentioned men from the moon.

I'm still writing Gentleman pirate. My muse placed a new bunny in my head not too long ago, so I am working on both.