A/N: Kyaahhh! Two chapter in one day, I really wanted to give to you all my dear readers, my rendition of James as quickly as I could. I hope the last chapter is well received and well written, because I'm really good writing Japanese in Romaji than English, as is this one. Now, friendly readers, a mixture of Lahara's and mine's hidden imagery take on the depths of the mystical, mysterious and supernatural…Enjoy Minna!

That night, James Norrington did what any sensible man would after losing a wanted criminal, losing his fiancé to a Blacksmith, losing the fastest military vessel in the Caribbean, and Jeopardizing his rank after everything he had been through. He proceed to get drunk at his favorite club. He wasn't the sort of man to allow himself to become inebriated, but after the first few drinks he felt like he earned some form of dizziness and numbness.

James had a carriage taking him home to his mansion, rubbing his temples sorely while trying to figure out what went wrong. There was no doubt in his mind that he had done the right thing. He wanted Elizabeth to be happy, even if it wasn't him. She was a fine woman and deserving of happiness. Jack Sparrow, sorry but no, Captain Jack Sparrow was a pirate, but maybe Mr. Turner had been right. Maybe, in his own way, he was a good man. James huffed a bit at that last thought.

"Still a bloody pirate that I'll see him hung for good" He reassured himself.

His butler opened the door and welcomed Commodore Norrington's return. James faintly heard something about his accumulated mail in his study. Waving his hand in dismissal, James slowly made his way in that direction. He wasn't so horribly drunk that he couldn't find his balance, but it was making him increasingly sleepy.

Turning the handle to the darkened room, he moved carefully over o his fine mahogany desk and lit a lantern. He winced a bit at the sudden light, his eyes growing accustomed to it. Sitting down, not even bothering to remove his hat, jacket or even his sword. James' fingers ran over the pieces of parchment that were neatly plied up on his desk, obviously the mail from his absence. His jacket felt terribly stifling so he unbuttoned the top two for some faint ventilation. He flipped through the envelopes, reading the return addresses.

At first, nothing seemed to gain his interest. He was becoming more tired and didn't want to take time reading every letter. James lets out a slow sigh past his lips when he caught a notice of a strange piece of paper. It was folded inwards from the corner with a black seal holding it shut, and only his name scrawled with flourish was all made him certain it wasn't mistakenly delivered. It even smelt a little strange, something faintly flowery that tickled his nose a bit. He couldn't quite make out the shape of the seal, the vertical line having two round markings on each end. It wasn't sinister but very discomforting, like a secret that has never been revealed.

His brow furrowed for a moment, but slowly relaxed as curiosity tickled him from the back of his mind. It pushed him gently, urging for him to open the letter with more force at each beat of his heart. Relenting at last, he popped it open.

Something tumbled out onto his desk and gold lettering sparkled in the lantern light on the parchment. 'Not all treasure is silver and gold' it read with a lovely flourish. James, however was a little confused. The alcohol in his System was making it too difficult to contemplate philosophical words, so he stuffed the envelope and letter into his jacket's inner pocket and leaned back in his chair, making it ready to stand.

He intended to go upstairs and get some much needed to sleep for Sparrow's hunt tomorrow, when the shift of his position made a glint catch of his eye. He hadn't really paid attention to what fell from the parchment as he opened it, but it sat quietly glimmering from the flame of the lantern provided. It was a medallion, gold in color, which he slowly gathered it in his hand and pulled closer to examine it properly.

James had never seen such a craftsmanship in something that was smaller, than the palm of his hand. It featured a full profile of two figures, one male, one female with their backs pressed together. Each had their eyes closed with a very content smile on their faces. It reminded him of how looked to Elizabeth when she told him she gave her hand to him freely and unconditionally, of how his heart soared and tried to carry him away with it. The figures clasped their hands and had their fingers intertwined, both bowing their heads slightly and both with one knee bend at an angle, the other foot seemed to dangle downwards and did not touched the ground.

It seems odd to James, until his eyes moved up and took notice of why from the shoulder of each figure is a single feathered wing stretched upwards over their heads before sweeping down protectively around the two.

"A Beautiful and Poetic image", He mused at that thought.

His thumb gently rubbed at the medallion, his eyes transfixed on its every detail. James didn't notice how the tiredness he had pushed away earlier started to seep its way back onto him. He didn't notice how the lantern's flame started to grow faint, but the medallion continued to shine and he felt his whole body getting gently tugged on a soft landing, and when realization did strike, he didn't really care and let himself go limp.

Keiko shifted slightly, a ray of morning sunshine had rested on her cheek and seemed to tickle her awake. Her eyebrows kneaded in discomfort from the bright light that penetrated her eyelids with redness, so she went to roll over her way from the offensive sunlight. Unfortunately she had forgotten all about falling asleep on the couch, and landed on the hard wooden floor with a thud.

"Itaaaiiiii…." Was all she could softly whine.

Her cheek clearing as the last bit of sleepiness was blinked away, she stepped over the TV and turned it off, bending slightly to reach the button. Lifting her head as she straighten herself out, Keiko noticed in the reflection of the screen that she wasn't alone in this room.

A/N: If you haven't noticed that this chapter was similarly the same with Lahara's 2nd chapter of her fanfic. Please be patient with me and wait for the updating kindly :)

~Japanese meaning~

Itai – Ow/Ouch