Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, despite all my attempts to find a way to be able to. This is just a work of my imagination running away from me.
Rating: G
Summary: Norrington realizes that he's heard of Sparrow before.
North
James POV.
I had been terrified as I reached the docks that I wouldn't be on time, that she would already be too far gone. Blast Gillette and his bloody habit of making sure I didn't do anything 'stupidly heroic.' I breathed a sigh of relief as I caught sight of her lying on the dock. Someone had gotten to her first! But where was her dress? And who was that blackguard standing over her barely covered body?! My sword was unsheathed and at his throat before the voice of reason could come in and say that she would have been quite heavy with that dress and that this small-framed man might just be a commoner with the sense to realize he didn't have the strength to get her to the surface otherwise. I had no idea who this flamboyant-acting creature was; I shouldn't make such harsh judgments. But a few moments later when I saw that his compass didn't point north, a comment I had heard whispered by a merchant sailor a week ago leaped up at me. "Aye, that Jack Sparrow, daft he is! More off his rocker than my mother-in-law, and that's saying a lot! Got a pistol, but he'll never use it, no one quite knows why. And that compass! An ole mate down in Tortuga got a look-see at it while back, claims the bloody thing don't even point north! But that Sparrow knows his way 'cross the seas, no matter. Aye, that Jack Sparrow is certainly one to look out for: he'll snatch yer gold and yer lass!" So, this was the infamous Sparrow? He certainly didn't look like much, but the stories I'd heard of him made it necessary for me to treat him as dangerous. So I better take that sword too. . .