Ok, Simple little short start…NOT like any other story I've seen on here, so I can pretty much promise it'll be different. Norry/Oc….with a CRAZY Twist…

Hope you like it, and if you do, I'll updatee…

Based LOOSELY on the Crucible…

Disclaimer: I do not own the Crucible nor POTC

Pre-curse…

Review! Noflames.

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Now that I'm abused

By every body you abused

And every one

Can see I'm dumb

And I'm alone

I would do the worst to anybody

But the first

So I would be the one

That holds it in too long

Way too long

Abby Howe stepped off the gangplank to the H.M.S. Dolphin and onto the soil of Port Royal gladly. Though the dock wasn't exactly soil, it wasn't moving either. Ships always made her sick, and after spending a month aboard this scow she was thankful to be on land.

It had been 4 years ago that she left for Mistress Genevieve's School for Girls in London, England. Her father and mother, and perhaps true love, waited in the Caribbean while she finished becoming a lady. The shock they would experience when they saw her would be superfluous compared to the pride they would feel. When the awkward green eyed blonde left the shores of her birth, she was the type of girl who many confused for a man, and was often even referred to as an urchin. But here she was, proper enough to marry the Governor himself, had he not been married. Lucky for her, it wasn't the Govenor she was interested in; no, it was the man they called Lieutenant Norrington. Also known as her first love.

"Miss Howe, your father and mother are expecting you back at the house. I am John, and I shall be escorting you." A man with a black ponytail and a whip bowed down to her, she curtsied in response as he helped her into a carriage and loaded her trunks.

The butterflies in her stomach would not settle and only seemed to worsen as she watched the house come into view. She smiled to herself, anxious for her mother and father's warm embraces.

Once her trunk had been brought inside and she had been helped out of the carriage, the butler Maurice, led her to the drawing room. There sat a man who's brown hair was fading to grey, and a woman who's vibrant green eyes lit up her face; it was her mother who had handed down the blonde hair and green eyes. The woman, Misses Howe stood up when her daughter walked in, while the man continued reading whatever chart it was he had on the table.

"Mother, Father," Abby nodded and curtsied.

"Oh Victor, look at our daughter! How she has grown!" Her mother ran to her daughter and pulled her into a hug. Oxygen was precious and air steeling hugs and corsets that didn't allow much breathing room were not a good combination. Finally, her mother let her go, and she looked towards her father.

"Ah, my Abigail, yes...a lovely sight. Good to have you home!" He looked at her and then proceeded to gather up his papers, "I suggest you have some rest, Lieutenant Norrington and Miss Bridges will be having dinner with us." With that, he walked out of the room.

Abby sighed, but tried to hide her disappointment - this was not the greeting she had expected. Her mother noticed this and spoke up. "His work has been sending him off every often lately. He's been gone for months at a time." Cecily Howe shrugged her shoulders, "Now, let's go to your room and get you into some fresh clothes - oh and my, darling did you get ill on the ship? Perhaps a good washing too."

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Who was this Miss Bridges that would be joining them for dinner? Abby could hardly remember a lady by the surname of Bridges. But that was four years ago, of course people came and went.

"Sylive, pull the strings extra tight tonight. I need to be looking my best." Abby demanded of the maid.

"Miss perhaps I should let you know that allot has changed since you have been gone."

Abby scoffed at the maid, "If I want to know what I've missed out on, perhaps I should find someone that is not known for pulling the strings of my corset, hmm? Now, fetch me my pearls, they'll make my outfit complete. I shall be irresistible tonight."

Sylvie bowed her head, properly chastised, "Yes, Ma'am."

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The doors to the drawing room opened, and the butler announced the arrival of a Lieutenant James Norrington and a Miss Fiona Bridges. James had grown since she had last seem him, but only to become, if possible, more hansom. The girl, Fiona, was where all the changes existed. She had dark brown hair that was pulled up, and brown eyes that matched perfectly. If Abby wasn't so sure of her own beauty, jealousy would have taken over.

"Lieutenant!" Abby cried, rushing to greet him. At first, she curtsied, then pulled him into a hug. He chuckled and smiled at her.

"Abigail, you may call me James. It's been so long - it's so good to see you again."

"Why, I haven't heard from you in ages! You stopped writing about a year ago, and I was worried."

He blushed, "Ah, well, things had come up. But look at you, a real lady. Why, I never believed that I would see the day! Spin around for me, I wish to see all of you!"

She pulled away and did so, laughing all the while. Luckily for them, her parents were in the other room with Fiona. Taking James' hands in her own, she smiled, "It feels like it's been a lifetime. All I've been able to do is think about you!"

"I have missed you so, it is true." He looked over her shoulder and nodded as Fiona came back into the room and stood next to him, "But you see, I've been keeping busy. Abigail, there is someone I would like you to meet." He dropped her hands and took Fiona's left one.

"Abby, I would like you to meet my fiancee, Fiona Bridges." With this, he took her hand to his lips and kissed it, looking into her eyes. When Abby noticed the ring, things got dark.

"Oh dear! James, what happened?" A female voice cried.

"I...I don't know - I believe she fainted!"