A/N: So, my first PotC fic. I do not own At World's End, or any part of the franchise (except the DVDs, obviously). Unfortunalty, that also means that I do not own Norrington :(
This scene broke my heart when I first saw the film, and tonight I thought I'd give it my own spin. Hope you like it; if you would be so good as to read/review I would be much obliged :)
Happy Reading! (well...I dunno about happy...hard to be happy at a death, isn't it?)I hope you like it ~xFictionalMenRTheRealThingx
He had been, ah, summoned by Lord Beckett. On his arrival, he was surprised by Beckett's words. An old...? He turned, and saw the familiar box, and knew what was inside it. His heart pounded for a moment. Did Beckett know the feelings that the sword brought him? The joy of possessing such a perfect blade, but the ache, the knowledge that the man who made it was the man that Elizabeth had chosen in the end. Oh, he had let her go; he wouldn't have made her stay with him - he couldn't have been happy if she wasn't. When he had become a crew member of the infamous Black Pearl, he had acted as if his feelings had dissipated. There was a time he had said. Norrington sighed, and slowly walked towards the box, opened it, and paused for a moment, just gazing at his 'old friend'. He heard the buzz of conversation in the background, had a vague notion of Governor Swann sighing over some documents he had to sign. He drew the sword, a slight smile gracing his features as he felt it once more in his grasp. He forgot all about Beckett and his lackeys, until his cold calculating voice cut through his thoughts.
"The Brethren know they face extinction"
Governor Swann's eyes met his, and he knew they were both thinking the same thing, worrying about the same person.
Elizabeth...
She had fought off the member of Jones' crew, calling him by name. James! she had cried. Her apparent joy at seeing him soon disappeared at his mention of her father. Dead? He felt ill, sick, and grieved. He had surely lost Elizabeth for good; her trust, her good opinion; all that had mattered. So he chose a side. He couldn't save her father, but he'd jolly well try to save the daughter. He got her and her crew to the ropes, saw them onto them, safely across to the other ship, off the Dutchman. She asked him to go with her. He told her he would follow her, but she had known him too long. You're lying she'd said. He could see the sadness, and it broke his heart to see it. He kissed her for the first, for the only time, and begged her to go, emotion cracking his voice. She hesitated, but complied. She was about a third of the way across when one of the crew memebers started to lose control. He heard her call his name, and he turned to see her making her way back towards him. He had no choice. With a silent farewell, he shot at the rope, severing the ties to the Dutchman. He turned back, after seeing her fall into the water, and re-surface. He tried to reason with the crew member, but he began raving part of the ship part of the crew until suddenly...
He heard her anguished cry, her screams; he saw Jones himself approach. With one final spurt of strength and distain, he thrust his sword into Jones' chest, knowing full well there was nothing there to pierce, but hoping...The shadows grew, and he saw Jones pull out the sword, and admire it...
...Eliz...a...be...
