Yes, 'tis the long awaited second chapter of my first fanfic here. I hope it is to your liking. Yes, it's quite short, but the story is more important anyways. "Brevity is the source of all wit." I'll worry about length in my next stories. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or anything concerned with it. No matter how much I would like to own James Norrington, alas, it cannot be done.
Chapter Two
Water.
Water was all James could see when the white light finally faded; water for miles and miles, and...
Grass. James was standing on grass.
James slowly moved forward towards the water, to where he once felt at home. He nearly fell off the cliff he apparently was on. Once he regained his composure, he looked down the cliff: he was on an island. He had never been there before—he knew that for sure—and yet it seemed to be familiar to him, like he was supposed to be there... like it was destiny.
When he turned around, there was more grass; grass as far as the eye could see. Among the grasses was a small house. It was a white house with a thatched roof, a wooden door, and windows carved in its walls.
Home of some knave, no doubt, James thought. But for some reason he could not tear his eyes away from the house.
Though unaware of it, he stepped forward toward the house. As he got closer, he could hear bits of conversation between a woman and a child.
"Quit bothering me while I'm cooking your food, child," a woman's voice said. The voice was familiar. Young and friendly, yet it seemed to hold more maturity than expected. "And clean up your room!"
"But I don't want to!" a boy's voice called out, a boy about the age of ten.
"Now don't start with me!" It was the woman's voice again, even more familiar than before. There seemed to be mischievousness to it. "Don't you think your father would appreciate it if, when he returned, your room was conforming to the rest of the house? In other words, clean?"
The boy sighed in defeat. "Alright, mum," he said. "You win."
"Good," said mum. "Now get started."
"But mum!"
She chuckled at the child's hard-headedness. "Go!" she said playfully.
By what James heard next he knew the mother had won. The child dragged his feet toward his room and slammed the door.
The woman chuckled again, and James couldn't help smiling as well. He pondered on where he seemed to have heard that voice before. He couldn't place it, but it he knew he had heard it before.
Unaware, he brought his hand up in a fist and gently knocked on the door.
The mood of the house changed. The woman's friendly disposition disappeared and an anxiety filled in its place. "Who is it?" she asked.
"It's me," James said. That was all he thought of saying and all he needed to say.
'Twas a moment before the woman opened the door, a moment before she saw his face, and a moment before her life was entwined with that of this man at her door.
"Oh my goodness... "
I hope this has left you hanging enough to want to read some more. Reviews are always welcome, especially the nice ones :).
