Man of Honor

He'd tossed aside caution, however reluctantly, to preserve an unknown life.

Jack Sparrow.

Not James Norrington.

It was true about the rocks, so James had run, instead. Useless at that distance. Yet a glimpse of that sudden figure knifing the water had kindled hope.

Damned pirate.

Elizabeth was alive but half-stripped, and the pirate crouched near. James had longed to kill him then and there.

Their conversation increased the urge, and the brand justified it.

Their subsequent dealings brought to light something of their true natures.

Ultimately he'd let them all think he'd been swayed by Swann's reasoning. But no.