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: What drove Norrington to go through that hurricane?
Rain
Norrington was still convinced he should have known the disaster was coming when the rain started. It was the piercing kind that not only soaked through every layer of possible clothing in half a second, but also tore at the skin and soaked the body through to the soul. It was the tell-tale early sign of a hurricane. He should have turned back. He should have given up the chase of Sparrow and picked up the trail again once the storm abated. But he just couldn't do that. He had too much anger, too much hatred, and far too much obsession consuming him to even think of it. Even now, he had the feeling that if he had cut that search short in order to start a more essential one for shelter, he would never have seen Sparrow again. At least not this close. But it mattered not. His career was over with, and now there was no self-righteous morals that he was expected to keep to. He would start the search over again, but this time, nothing would interfere, not even the worst nature could throw at him would stop him now.