five: heart of gold
James Norrington knows a little of loyalty and of justice, the virtues drilled into him through years of schooling and practice and the sea. He considers himself an honourable man; he has never broken a vow nor gone back on a promise, and when asked his superiors would single him out as a man of example: Commodore Norrington, Pride of His Majesty's Royal Navy.
In England he was never taught ambition; he learned on his own the kind of grandeur that keeps a man awake at night and torments his every waking hour. He knows rather too much of pride, as well: the pride that keeps a man's knees off the ground, that keeps his head held high, that has condemned whole navies and saved nary a one. It is the pride he sees in Turner's eyes, and Sparrow's, and Elizabeth's——and the pride he feels in his own bones, filling him from stem to stern.
It may well be ten days' head start: there is nothing James cannot overcome.