The newly appointed Commodore's office was lavishly dresses with all the hallmarks of the riches and power that its occupant had gathered over his many years in service with the Royal Navy. A fine Turkish rug covered solid oak floors. French styled bookcases lined two walls and housed books on a vast range of subjects and in a breadth of languages. The only gap in the bookcases being to allow entrance to the office through a heavy dark wood door.

The other wall had the beginnings of a painted map spreading across it. Not only had the map been commissioned as a tactical and navigational tool but also a conversational piece when highly respectable visitors come calling. With one particular, young women in mind. To aid this two wing back chairs were pulled up to it to let future visitors sit and admire the not yet finished piece. The final wall consisted of four large windows framing a door that led out to a balcony that lead the withe of the office, where views of the whole of Port Royal and the bay bellow could be enjoyed. Whilst also keeping an eye on all the ships coming and going into port. It was here that the owner of the office could be found pacing to and fro. His wig had been pulled off and tossed onto his polished wooden desk inside, out of frustration on entry. It had been hours since the damnable pirate had gotten away and keeping to his word he did not pursued straight away even though it weighed heavily on his conscious. Causing him to march backwards and forwards arguing internally with himself with every step.

When he first arrived at his office he was visibly tense and short with his staff, leaving orders not to be disturbed. So was surprised when a hesitant knock sounded from his door. Braking him out of his trance. He first walked into his office shutting his balcony doors behind him, trying to blot out all thoughts of Jack Sparrow from his mind. He placed his wig back on his head and composed his face to remain stern, he couldn't risk showing any sine of emotion to his junior officers it was always understood that they needed a strong leader not one that second guessed themselves. So, he put up his mask of indifference with a slight air of disgust hoping to intimidate whomever called to not stay so that he could carry on his debate.

After a moments silence where he presumed whomever was on the other side of the door summoned up the last of their courage to enter the lion's den. Sure, enough once the moment had passed the door was slowly pushed back to reveal a young sailor barely old enough to wear the uniform. Noticing the age of the sailor the commodore decided to go easy on the young boy by not shouting to the rafters about being disturbed. Eyes full of terror and balms sweaty, no doubt fuelled by many an exaggerated sailors story about him spread by the officers to keep the new recruits in line, the boy stepped into the room. After giving a tentative salute he started to explain himself.

"Well, um, Sir I know you said you didn't want to be disturbed but we have a situation…" Again the boy stopped eyes drifted to the floor as he tried to phrase his next sentence. Which came out in a rush.

"There's a little monkey to see you sir"

Norrington sighed dismissing the phrase as a lack of education on the boy's part.

"The phrase is little birdie, sailor and I do not appreciate such informalities."

The boy's face sunk but he tried again.

"Beg your pardon sir but I meant what I said there is a little monkey outside waiting to see you. The guards patrolling the entrance found him by the front door, when they went to shoo him off he ran inside straight to your door trying to pry it open. Five able body seamen tried to remove him but he wouldn't budge and became violent. Two of the men are now in the infirmary. However, when it was mentioned that you should be called for it calmed and stood waiting patiently to see you."

The commodore's mask slipped from sheer bafflement from the absurd story and he gave in to his curiosity.

"Well, show the monkey in then" He could almost laugh after hearing that line come out of his mouth.

The lad jumped into action eager to hand over responsibility of the troublesome primate. After a minute of waiting the door was pushed open just a crack and quickly slammed shut again, Norrington pushed himself up to see the floor passed his desk. There stood looking straight back at him a monkey.

Elizabeth and Turner had given him a detailed account of their adventures once back at Port Royal. Admittedly Turner's was more of an interrogation on his part however he couldn't feel too bad for the boy as he had begrudgingly given his blessing for the only women he knew he'll ever love to one day marry the young blacksmith so felt more than entitled to give him a harder time to test his worth.

From their stories, he was able to identify this monkey as the pet of the now deceased Captain Hector Barbossa. From the outfit he wore to the brazen manor that he entered his office all sines pointed to him being so. But what was his name? He knew that Elizabeth had told him but at the time it hardly seemed worth remembering in a tale full of pirates and cursed treasure. It was something familiar that he was sure of, then it hit him like a lightning bolt, Jack that was it. Had a nice ring to it Jack the Monkey at least he and Barbossa shared the same kind of humour where Sparrow was concerned.

Jack didn't stay on the floor long and instead hopped up to stand on the Commodore's desk to be eye level. Sensing a level of intelligence in the creature James decided to try interrogating Jack like any other uninvited visitor, no matter the audacity of the situation.

"You must be Jack, former companion to one Hector Barbossa, am I right?" He asked strongly.

Jack responded with a half nod of his head and a screeching noise. Surprised to get such a coherent response James carried on.

"Good, so Jack why have you come to see me? Your master's dead your free, I'm not in the habit of punishing animals for piracy if you're here on account of a conscious."

At that the monkey seemed to scoff at him before answering his question by grabbing a wanted poster left on his desk with his one free hand while its other was placed behind its back hiding something from him. The wanted poster was that of Jack Sparrow with a newly increased price on his head. Jack dropped the poster at his feet then jumped on it scratching at the face until it was no more angrily howling as he did so.

Interpreting these actions, James found himself understanding this monkey better than some of his midshipmen.

"AAh, I understand so you want revenge on Sparrow for your old master." Jack's response was to furiously nod his head. Remembering his promise to Governor Swan he went on.

"As soon as the sun peaks over the horizon tomorrow I'll have my fastest ship readied to catch him"

This encouraged Jack and satisfied him that the human shared the same desire and could be trusted he removed the compass hidden from behind his back and placed it carefully in front of his new ally. The Commodore looked quizzically at the object before realisation set in and he turned his questioning gaze to Jack a smile slowly forming on his usually stern face.

"Where did you get this, he asked" Already suspecting the only place it could have come from. Knowing just what the compass could do his smile grew.

"Sparrow doesn't stand a chance between the two of us now" He stated sounding upbeat.

"He offered his hand to Jack who took it immediately and climbed up to sit at his new home on the Commodore's right shoulder happily chuntering to himself once there. The man in question picked up the gift from the table and walked back onto the balcony. Opening the compass, it pointed straight out past the harbour to the open sea.

Not taking his eyes off the path the needle pointed Commodore James Norrington asked.

"Let's go hunt a pirate"