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Commodores Curse

The Lieutenant

Commodore James Norrington glanced impatiently out of his window towards the harbour where the Dauntless was docked along with the commonly seen merchant ships. In truth at this particular moment he didn't look much like a Commodore, more like a scruffy civilian of sorts, in other words a pirate.

He had once again been exploring the pubs and docks of Port Royal under the guise of Leon Wooders. The Commodore had discovered many interesting pieces of information in the seedy pubs surrounding the docks of Port Royal. These pubs were, in the dead of the night, home to the local nightlife and were just as good as anywhere to find out what was happening in the world of piracy.

Unfortunately this was deemed to be one of the Commodores less favourable trips. The whispers, the rumours, the curses all spoke of one man and his ship.

From a aged sailor down on his luck,

"That damned Captain..."

From a prostitute trying to sell her wares to Norrington,

" No one like Jack..."

And from a wizened bar keeper in one of the numerous pubs,

" And I said to him it'd be Sparrow,"

Captain Jack Sparrow, those words rung a tainted bell for Norrington. Everything in the commodores recent past all relayed back to that one person. Due to Sparrow his engagement to Elizabeth Swann was ruined, he had lost out on a promotion to Admiral because he'd gotten away, and now he was back to take another go at messing up Norrington's life.

Sparrow was obviously in Port Royal because of the upcoming wedding between a Mr William Turner and a Miss Elizabeth Swann, which was two days from now. The fact that Jack Sparrow had apparently arrived in Port Royal a unknown amount of days of go was an embarrassing thing for Norrington, because he hadn't heard or seen hide nor hair of the infamous Captain which was surprising because he stood out like a Peacock among a flock of Ravens.

Norrington resumed his pacing around the room; suddenly a knock interrupted the silence and Norrington's thoughts.

"Enter,"

The door opened and the new Lieutenant recently commissioned to Port Royal entered. The boy's name was Jonathan Crane and he was recently from England. He didn't seem much older then 25 but sometimes you got the feeling that he had live a great deal longer then that. He was quite large amount shorter then Norrington and was slightly built, his face was smooth and his hair was neatly pinned under the traditional wig worn by naval officers. His eyes were of a deep brown that varied in colour but always sparkled as if an unseen joke was being played though he remained stiff and opposing in the uniform of a Lieutenant.

He saluted smartly at the Commodore while taking in his commanding officers slightly 'different' attire.

"Anything else to be done before last call sir?" He enquired. " I see we have been looking for more information on the Brethren sir?"

Although it was stated in a question it was one not meant to be answered.

" So sir did you find out anything worth following sir?"

" Certainly I did Lieutenant, my fears have been confirmed Jack Sparrow and his crew of miscreants aboard the Black Pearl made berth in Port Royal an unknown amount of days ago,"

"Unknown sir?" The Lieutenant asked curiously.

"Well none of the people I talked to could give a straight answer and all their answers contradicted each other,"

"Well sir we'll have to find him before he leaves Port, so nothing else for the night? Stated the younger officer.

"No thank you Jonathan, dismissed,"

The Lieutenant saluted and left, leaving the Commodore to his thoughts.

Outside the Commodore's office the Lieutenant sighed Norrington had discovered the existence of Jack Sparrow in Port Royal. Good thing that the wedding was the day after next because one, he couldn't stand military life much longer and especially not the wig, and two, he had to leave before Norrington realised who he really was.

The Lieutenant headed towards his quarters in Fort Charles, but as he passed a window he looked at his reflection. The deadlocks, beard and moustache, beads, headband and gold teeth were gone, but underneath the guise of a young military officer Captain Jack Sparrow lurked. Jack stroked his chin thoughtfully, without his beard he looked at least 15 years younger but how the hell was he supposed to gain the respect of a pirate crew with a face like that? He sighed and continued along his way unconsciously stroking his arm where the letter P was burned into his arm and was accompanied by the tattoo of a Sparrow flying over the ocean.

Jack had decided weeks earlier that he was going to attend the wedding of Will Turner whether Will Turner appreciated or not. He had come across an invitation to the wedding after raiding a merchant ship bound for one of the colonies further down the coast. It read,

Dear Mr and Mrs Mercer

You are gladly welcomed to attend the wedding of Mr William Turner and Ms Elizabeth Swann.

Where: Governor's Mansion, Port Royal

Time: 11pm to 12pm

Date: 4th of December

The reception will conclude the ceremony starting from 1pm and going to 6pm.

The only way Jack could see of getting in to Port Royal and not being hung immediately on sight was to disguise him. He had decided on disguising himself as a naval officer due to the fact of once being one and knowing their habits was useful knowledge for someone like him. He had to turn up month early because he couldn't turn up to the wedding claiming to be a naval officer, Norrington would have been suspicious and probably clapped him in irons as soon as he saw him.

He had, had to make a few sacrifices to go to the wedding including his hair, slurred speech, attire, gold teeth and effects, but he reasoned it was well worth the trouble.

He had managed to give his crew, including Gibbs and Anamaria, the biggest shock of their lives when he walked out on deck after preparing for docking in Port Royal for three hours. He in his timeserving as a naval officer had managed to gain the friendship of Will and Elizabeth without them knowing that Lieutenant Jonathan Crane was actually the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Even better he had fooled Norrington but now Norrington knew he was here, he had been very surprised to find out the Commodores way of keeping informed on Piracy after discovering him climbing in through his window one evening.

He scratched his wig. He hoped that will and Elizabeth appreciated this because Naval clothes were uncomfortable.

Inside the Blacksmith shop now with the sign W. B Turner printed on it, the couple in question were sitting nervously side by side, it was the night before the wedding. They had been discussing their plans when this fit of nerves had effulged them both.

"Will, who's your best man," asked Elizabeth after a long and awkward silence.

Wills head shot up,

"Well as you know I wanted Jack but he can't be here because of him being a pirate and you know Norrington, so I asked Lieutenant Crane to do it in Jack's place."

Elizabeth smiled

"Oh I hoped you'd chose him, yews if anyone could do it would be Jack but we can't get Jack sent to the gallows just because of our wedding. But your right Jonathan will do perfectly in Jack's absence."

Authors Note: well this is the first chapter of my 1st fan fiction please review and tell me what you think.

YAY PIRATES!