Disclaimer: We all know I just WISH I owned these charcters. If only.

A/N: Slowly we are getting a little information at a time about the third Pirates movie. With each bit of info its harder to imagine what it could be like without using Ted and Terry's ideas. I'm still gonna stick to my story line though...

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A Fresh Start

Commodore Norrington looked at himself in the mirror. It was a wonderful feeling, being himself again. He had shaved, cleaned, and got his notorious wig back. Yes, he was getting used to his old life again.

Norrington continued to admire himself as his maid buttoned up his over coat in the front. He was in his Royal Navy uniform getting ready to head out at sea. Even though many things had gone back to normal, his reason to voyage did not. Today, the commodore was helping the East India Trading Company. Today, he was going to bargain with Davy Jones.

"It's nice to have you back, Commodore" his maid spoke as she finished the last button and smoothed out a wrinkle on his left side. Norrington would have liked to respond to this with "I know" or "Of course". He was more arrogant than usual. No matter what the blacksmith or the pirate did, he still got his life back. He was on top again. But being that gentleman again, he knew he must politely respond.

"Thank you Miss Cornery. It's good to be back." He replied smoothly. She handed the Commodore his hat and he patted her on the shoulder and strutted out the door. He was going to see Beckett about the trip. He needed to know what services they wanted from Jones.

Once Norrington got situated in his carriage, he started to tug a little on his uniform. It was awfully tight compared to what he had been wearing. Finding that it bothered him quite a bit, he undid the top button on his collar and loosened his belt a little. Knowing how improper this was, he rolled his eyes. Maybe going to back to the way things used to be wasn't going to be so easy.

Lord Cutler Beckett sat in his chair facing the opposite direction looking out the window. His fingers lightly tapped on a small case that sat upon his lap. If you put said case up to your ear and listened closely you could hear a "thump thump" from inside. A minute smile was upon the Lord's face, thinking of all the power he had with this small container. He now had reign over the seas.

His thoughts were broken when someone knocked on the door. Without moving or changing his stare he yelled for them to come in. Norrington stepped in and greeted Beckett. "Hello, Lord"

"Ah, Commodore Norrington. I've been expecting you." He replied now turning his chair to face him. "Do take a seat." Without a reply, Norrington swiftly walked across the room with his hands behind his back and took a seat in the chair Beckett had pointed him to.

"As you know, Commodore, I have need of Davy Jones's services" Beckett set the case down and started to walk around the desk.

"Yes"

"He controls the Kraken. We control him."

"What is it that you want me to demand of Jones?" Norrington asked, trying to skip to the point. Beckett walked in front of him and leaned on the desk.

"I want William Turner dead." Beckett responded, just as willing to get to the point as Norrington was. A smile crept upon the commodore's face. He wouldn't mind helping Beckett kill Elizabeth's beloved. This way, she could be mad at Beckett and not him. And the women Will Turner stole from him would finally be his. It was the one thing the bloody blacksmith had against him.

"We'll just see how clever Jack Sparrow is without his hero there to help him." Becket added, now walking back around the desk to get the case.

"I will make sure of it, Lord Beckett." Norrington promised willingly. Beckett leaved over the desk to give him the case. As Norrington grabbed it Beckett refused to let go.

"If you choose to fail at fulfilling my simple requests, don't bother coming back." He said sternly still holding the container. Norrington shot him a glare.

"As you wish, Lord" he said spitefully. Beckett let go of the case and Norrington started to walk away with it, giving the Lord one last glare. But of course this didn't affect Beckett the least. He turned around so he wasn't facing Norrington anymore, thinking about something. Just as Norrington's hand grasped the doorknob to leave, Beckett said something that made his eyes grow large and his body stop stiff.

"Oh. And have Jones's beast kill Miss Swann as well. Sparrow will be heartbroken, I'm sure."

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