Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Pirates of the Caribbean cast, ships, locations or ideas from the movie, the ride at Disneyland or anything. There are some characters that are of my own creation and no profit is being made from writing this story. This story is for plain entertainment.

Where the Wind Blows

Port Royale wasn't always a popular place in the Caribbean. The market for fishermen was always good but wasn't famously known. It had its fair share of crooks and the shipyard was disastrous. It took a joint effort from the entire city to turn the shipyard around. A few years later Port Royale did become famous for having the best naval base in the Caribbean. Each ship was built by the best engineers, finest materials and technology available. Each ship was a reflection of the city's pride and therefore each captain and crew was assigned carefully. But the Navy wasn't the sole reason Port Royale became famous. It became famous because of certain citizens and visitors.

Many boys dreamed of taking command of one of Port Royale's prestigious ships except for the Commandant/Fleet Admiral's son. James Norrington always felt like he was living in his father's shadow and hated people's expectations. His father was aware the situation and tried to shield James from all the pressures. But being such a public figure he expected professionalism in return. Fair to say it was a struggle but James did mature. During Commandant Norrington's reign the Caribbean was at peace and years after his father retired piracy rates sparked. Port Royale became a primary target because pirates were rather egotistical and each wanted to show that they were fearless against the Navy. It seemed as if Port Royale was slowing losing all of its progress. During this time James was already enrolled into the academy and he and his classmates were determined to restore Port Royale's and the Navy's pride. Unfortunately his father passed away before graduation and it only fueled James' desire to be great. After his commission James quickly progressed through the ranks and was the youngest to receive the rank of Commodore.

Commodore James Norrington's greatest rival was - well is - pirate Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl. Their adventure during the past year launched them and Port Royale into fame. No one knows the history of Captain Jack and perhaps it will always be mystery. He has been called both the greatest pirate and the worst pirate…

~~~~~Norrington Household~~~~~

Tonight Commodore Norrington was in his bedroom going over the port's schedule and seeing which ships would be arriving and departing. Due to the recent naval base additions across the Caribbean trading had boomed. Shipyards were reaching maximum occupancy and the government wanted to ensure prevent any illegal trading and maximize revenue.

"I have looked at this a thousand times already and I can't believe how full the port is projected to be tomorrow. Blast it. I'll have to ask captains to move their ships all because the Macmillian is coming in with special guests. That ship alone is going to take up a large area just for security reasons. I'm afraid that those captains won't cooperate and something is just going to go terribly wrong. I was certain the Macmillian was due in next week. My name is going to be ruined over something so stupid."

"There are worse things Master Norrington," said his servant turning down his bed. "You really should get some rest and I'm sure you and your officers will be able to get those captains to cooperate and move before the ship arrives tomorrow."

"Yes, perhaps I don't trust my men enough sometimes. It is however nerve-wracking. There will be three governors and their ladies and the Commodore from England. The Commadant wants their stay to be flawless. My next rank could be dependent on this!"

"Master Norrington, haven't you forgotten one guest?"

The Commodore froze, "Who Henry?"

"I am certain it is Lady Victoria of the House of Malon."

"Malon? I've heard of the name before."

"Yes, her father funded the construction of many of the Navy's ships and drafted up the first plans for the Interceptor. Word has it that if she doesn't find a husband soon that she'll lose the family fortune."

"And how exactly do you know so much?"

"Lately it is all that the women seem to talk about whether it is at the market or in the house."

"I still don't understand what the fuss is all about."

"Well Master, your father and Alexander Malon did work together years ago to re-organize the port. The general public is fantasizing that you two will be together as if you were childhood sweethearts." Henry chuckled and his master's confused expression.

"I've never met the woman and can hardly recall Alexander from memory. I do hope she doesn't embarrass herself by thinking I may be the appropriate man. I suppose the Commandant will want me to assist with her finding a suitor."

James changed into his nightclothes and climbed into the covers. His mind was now swirling with thoughts of Lady Malon. Was sge as daft and desperate as the gossip made her out to be?

…..

The next morning James was awake before sunrise and was waiting on an update from Henry.

"Good morning master. According to your officers, the Macmillan will be arriving shortly. It looks like it will be about an hour until they dock and the captains of the ships that needed to relocate have done so without much of a fuss. Also the carriages have been prepared and will be leaving to shortly and will meet you there. Your uniform is already pressed and horse saddled."

"Thank you Henry, that will be all for now."

"Yes master."

James finished getting ready and took one final look in his mirror to adjust his white wing. He couldn't understand why he had been feeling nervous as the Macmillian's arrival drew nearer. 'Could it be because of Lady Malon? Surely not. I will just have to direct her to one of the younger lieutenants and have him be her escort.' He then made his way down to the stables where his white stallion was already waiting.

~~~~~Docks~~~~~

James arrived at the docks just as the ship pulled in and was being tied down. He dismounted and walked down the pier to greet his guests. The three governors descended gracefully with their wives on their left arm. The ship's captain informed him that the Commodore from England would arrive later since he fell ill at port they had departed last.

'That makes this visit a bit less stressful but the Commandant won't be pleased,' he thought.

The final special guest to descend was Lady Victoria from the House of Malon. James was stilled for a moment. The woman standing before him was beautiful. She was tall enough to come up to his eyes. She had tan skin and thick dark brown curly hair that was pulled back into a half ponytail. She also had the brown eyes to match. She was in a dress that had square neck cut and was lined with ruffles and the fabric printed with an intricate floral pattern (no colors). The dress had a small tail in the back, and had a built in corset and laced up in the back.

James had forgotten to extend a greeting first.

"You must be Commodore Norrington. I've heard so much about you traveling here."

"You are correct Lady Victoria. Welcome to Port Royale. I would be honored if you would let me escort you since everyone else is paired." The lieutenant that was standing by to escort Lady Victoria quickly dismissed himself and found an alternative duty.

"Why thank you-"

"The pleasure is mine I assure you"

"I do hate to be a bother already…"

"What is it Lady Victoria? I'm sure we will be able to accommodate you in any way"

"I'm just feeling under the weather. I think I may have contracted what the English Commodore had. I'd hate to expose everyone else and make them sick too. If I could just be taken to inn where I have reservations set up I will be fine."

"Lady Victoria I can take you to our finest doctor if you wish."

"No, no, it's quite alright. I have my handmaid Elsie to look after me and I rarely ever get sick. "

"Lady Victoria I must insist-"

"Thank you for your generous offer and hospitality but I assure you I'll be just fine with rest."

"If you still are not well by tomorrow's welcome dinner I will send a doctor to you Lady Victoria."

"Very well, if I am not well by supper tomorrow, I will see a doctor Commodore. Thank you." And with that Lady Victoria, her maid and luggage were swiftly loaded up into the carriage and pulling away from Commodore Norrington.

~~~~~In the Carriage~~~~~

"Finally some peace! I couldn't another moment with those guests and Commodore Norrington almost didn't let us go" said Victoria.

"They weren't that bad you know and he was rather handsome," said her handmaid.

"I hate the constant questions. Is it true? Have you have anyone in mind? What do you mean you don't? What will you do if you don't get married? Don't you want your inheritance and a family? Tell us about this. Tell us about that. Arrgh!"

Her handmaid Elise chuckled. "So what shall we do while you are 'resting'?"

"To change into simpler clothes and see if there is any word from Michael."

"That will only take up until noon. What are you going to do for the rest of the day?"

"Exploring of course and seeing when would be a probable time to depart and find the right ship and crew and take us on. But we might as well get settled into our rooms first."

The carriage pulled up to the Dragon's Inn, which was very elegant. The rooms were richly decorated and had breathtaking views of the ocean. As soon as they were in their rooms they changed. Elise's room was just down the hallway from Victoria's room and they were on the top floor. When Elise finished changing she walked down to Victoria's room to find it empty.

"Vicky!"

"I'm coming!" In a moment Victoria lowered herself from the roof onto the sill. "I was checking out the town's layout."

"Some things will just never change," Elise said with a grin. They went their separate ways. Elise headed towards the market while Victoria headed towards the Dancing Fox Pub.

~~~~~Pub~~~~~

"I haven't seen your face here b'fore milady. Where are ye from?" asked the bartender.

"No wheres ," answered Victoria.

"Well then wha' brings ye here?"

"Rum and business," she leaned over and whispered, "In madness he dwells to be himself."

"Aye," he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper, "I believe this is yers then."

Victoria took it and got up and started to make her way out of the pub. Someone bumped into her "Sorry luv, I haven't gotten my land legs back yet."

She just grunted a reply and headed out.

"Wait a minute. Woz a lass like yerself doin' her' anyways?"

"Nothing that concerns ye." With that Victoria pushed her way through the pub doors and out into the street.

"I'd better keep an eye on her, she's a pretty lil filly with a kick," said the man and winked at the bartender.