mmmmkay...here is...Norrington! BTW sooo sorry for forgetting this fic!

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Commodore James Norrington strides in. Seeing a chair, he sits down.

This is an odd place for a chair...

Know your stars...know your stars...know your stars...

Who's this?

James Norrington...The real reason he didn't go after Jack Sparrow right away is because he had a mani-pedi that day...

Totally untrue! It was merely in fair play that I allowed him a day's head start!

Riighhht...James Norrington...He's an idiot...

I AM NOT!

Are too!

Am Not!

Are too!

Am not!

Is not!

Are too-CURSE YOU!

James Norrington...His deepest desire is to be an exotic dancer at the doll house...

The WHAT!?I assure you my deepest desire is to become commander of the British Royal Navy!

riiight...James Norrington...He stutters sometimes...

It's true...I stutter when I'm angry...

Well. maybe you should join alchoholics anonymous...

What does THAT have to do with ANYTHING!

James Norrington...He doesn't know he's on national television...

What's national television??

It's big words for the whole world can see you...

WHAT!?

James Norrington...I told all the fangirls where to find you...!

The door opens and a horde of girls stands on the threshold..."GET HIM!!!"

Norrington jumps up and runs away,frightened out of his wits.

Now you know...James Norrington...The Mani-pedi getting, stuttering-alchoholic idiot whose fangirls know where he is...

If I werent running for my life right now, I would run you through with my sword!


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