NORRINGTON GETS A PROMOTION
"Come on, come on…"
James Norrington was feverishly looking through a screenplay for the third Pirates movie, which had miraculously dropped from the sky right into his lap. He did not question this, because surely the Powers That Be had meant for him to find this.
"Oh. My. GOD!"
Norrington jumped up and squealed like a little girl. He then proceeded to do a little dance, knocking knickknacks onto the floor and stepping on his dog's tail.
The dog, an Airedale named Bon-Bon, bit his leg in retaliation. This calmed him down.
Just then, Gillette walked into the room.
"What were those noises, sir?" he asked, slightly frightened.
"Those, my good man, were the sweet sounds of victory!"
Norrington looked very smug about something, and Gillette resisted the urge to slap that look off of his face.
"Sir?" he asked wearily. He was not in the mood for guessing games, especially because he had eaten bad shrimp last night and was not feeling at all well this morning.
"I get a pro-mo-tion!" Norrington proclaimed in a sing-song voice.
"Congratulations, sir. What are you going to be?"
"ADMIRAL Norrington."
Gillette's eyes went wide.
"Really?"
"I knew that being a double-crosser and a suck-up would pay off!" Again, that smug look.
"Again, sir, congratulations."
Gillette ran from the room, not because he didn't enjoy the company of the now-Admiral, but because the shrimp had decided that his stomach was no longer a worthy residence for them.
"I am SO going to pwn Nelson!" Norrington smirked.