Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean nor any characters featured within. I do however own myself, Nagi, and take full responsibility for her actions during this story… Muahahahaha!
Women gasped, children pointed and stared in amazement, sailors made catcalls in my general direction… Was I really dressed so strangely? Sure, I am a girl wearing jeans in an era where females obviously dress in corsets, but did it really warrant this much attention? Turning at least twenty shades of red, I finally turned a corner and found myself at the harbor. I immediately recognized the Dauntless, the most powerful ship in the Caribbean. At first glance, the ship moored along side it reminded me of the Interceptor. Didn't the Black Pearl sink the Interceptor in the first movie?
"Aye, the Interceptor twas a fine ship. Good old Lord Beckett decided to use its design when commissioning 'Usurpos,' Latin for 'take possession' it tis. 'Eard rumor ship's TWICE as fast as the first..." The nearby seaman on the beach was explaining to his shipmate. That explains it. I left them to their conversation and hoped they hadn't noticed me as I continued on my way.
The Navel based seemed fairly deserted as I made my way past the gallows and through the winding corridors. It has to be around here somewhere.
"Sir… SIR! Commander Norrington, SIR! I really must protest! You cannot resume your commission in THAT state! Your uniform must be cleaned and pressed as well as you must have your wig! If anyone were to see you as you are it would bring shame upon the king's navy!" Norrington? A tidy clergyman hurried behind an incredibly dirty man, who, in fact, was Commander Norrington. Anyone could tell it was the commander by the irritated yet devilish grin upon his muddy face. Suppressing the fan girl within, both gentlemen continued on their way, too preoccupied in their own affairs to notice the strange woman wandering the hallways.
He wasn't just called 'Norrington,' he was referred to as 'Commander Norrington.' And he looked as if hi spent the night in a pigpen… That means he must have just traded the heart for the return of his title! What perfect timing! All I have to do is follow the trail of dirt to Beckett's office.
I rushed head first around through the doorway and was greeted by several guards and well as a very perplexed Beckett sipping tea at his desk. "There are no civilians allowed in the Lord's office! State your name and purpose lass!" Shouted the guard blocking my way to the desk. Great! Now what? Maybe it wasn't the best idea to come here first.
End Chapter 3. I home my interpretation of seaman's slang was accurate.
