AN: Okay I am unsure about this part, Norrington is a hard guy to write. I can see how he could
come off as a major jerk in this but I see it different, like Elizabeth. I see someone hiding. He is at
an impasse, could either go the mature way, or he'll go further into his ego. Since this is following
the movie, I think he grows and sheds this particular sin. I am in no way a super Norrington lover,
but I don't know...hope it's satisfactory.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates, I don't own the seven deadly sins (though I sure commit them)
and I don't own the idea, Norah gave it to me.
The Sea and the Sin
Part 3: Commodore Norrington
---------------------------------------------
It was only after the noise died down about my capture of the pirate captain Jack Sparrow that
the reality came crashing through my skull like a pistol shot.
Elizabeth never gave an answer to my proposition of marriage.
It was Sparrow that disrupted my ceremony. It was he who distracted the answer from
Elizabeth's mind. That infernal man with his wild gestures and ludicrous eye make-up. But he
couldn't escape me, now as he sat in the dank holding cell that would serve as the last room he'd
ever stay in, he knew that I was the better man.
From a child I was taught that.
I knew that my skills were always above the petty miscreants that were drawn to me like moths to
a flame. They hung on to me because they knew, they knew with their only shred of intelligence
they had left, that I was better than they could ever dream to be.
I thrived on that knowledge. I threw myself into learning everything I possible could so that I
could maintain that position throughout my entire life. And what better way to physically prove
my supremacy that to join the King's Royal Navy? There I could gain the worldliness that I
lacked, while proving both my physical and intellectual prowess. It was there I would and did
attain promotion after promotion because others recognized my greatness.
When asked to set out to accompany the newly instated Governor Swann to Port Royal, I jumped
at that chance. Except for the employment of a few privateers against France and Spain, England
was very much against the pirate threat that lurked in the bright blue waters of the Caribbean. The
King was clear on the removal of that particular threat.
So there I was.
I first laid eyes on Elizabeth then. She was nothing more than a child. A child with a morbid and
silly infatuation with the idea of pirates. But she grew. And she grew into a fine woman. Fine
enough to earn my hand. I knew she would be the perfect woman to adorn my arm and
complement my uniform.
But enter Jack Sparrow. A captain without a ship or a mind. The worse pirate to inhabit the
Caribbean. And with one handshake, Elizabeth's answer was wiped away. That man drove all
thoughts of my perfection out of my head for that hour that he escaped from my grasp but I got
him, in that smithy, and I returned him to his proper place.
But while I was in that man's presence he managed to throw me for a loop. He confused me,
made my wit turn sour, my intelligence non-existent. I hesitated, I bumbled for my next thought,
my next order.
I want him to hang. I want my answer from Elizabeth. Though I know the outcome of both, he
will swing and she will wear white.
I get what I want. I always do.
But as night has fallen and I walk the fort's parapets with the Governor, I realize that Elizabeth
may be one of the few people who doesn't believe in me. Well her and Sparrow. I noticed that no
matter how much I believed in myself, Elizabeth still seems unaffected. I tend to dissolve into that
mindless sod that I found myself slipping into around Sparrow. I may boast of my conquests but
she just smiles, murmurs "That's nice." and moves on. She just doesn't seem to care.
For Sparrow, I became the fumbling fool because he usurped me, I never before met someone so
sure of themself as he was. It was one of the few times that I felt unsure of myself. But I
recovered, like I always do.
Elizabeth, simple, I love her. I need to impress her. But nothing that I achieve seems to work. I
know our union would be the perfect thing to happen. But deep down, under the self-made layers
around my mind, I think that there is a chance that my feelings aren't reciprocated. But I eliminate
those thoughts quickly, just like I always do.
"Has my daughter given you an answer yet?" the Governor's voice breaks into my thoughts.
I sigh, "No, she hasn't."
He continues, even though my attention is on myself. "Well, she has had a very trying day.
Ghastly weather, don't you think?"
Again I half-heartedly answer. "Bleak, very bleak."
Sparrow and Elizabeth strip me of the one thing that I hold closest to my heart. My pride.
And what am I without that? Who would I be? That's all I have left.
Just like I always have.
My pride. My dignity.
come off as a major jerk in this but I see it different, like Elizabeth. I see someone hiding. He is at
an impasse, could either go the mature way, or he'll go further into his ego. Since this is following
the movie, I think he grows and sheds this particular sin. I am in no way a super Norrington lover,
but I don't know...hope it's satisfactory.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates, I don't own the seven deadly sins (though I sure commit them)
and I don't own the idea, Norah gave it to me.
The Sea and the Sin
Part 3: Commodore Norrington
---------------------------------------------
It was only after the noise died down about my capture of the pirate captain Jack Sparrow that
the reality came crashing through my skull like a pistol shot.
Elizabeth never gave an answer to my proposition of marriage.
It was Sparrow that disrupted my ceremony. It was he who distracted the answer from
Elizabeth's mind. That infernal man with his wild gestures and ludicrous eye make-up. But he
couldn't escape me, now as he sat in the dank holding cell that would serve as the last room he'd
ever stay in, he knew that I was the better man.
From a child I was taught that.
I knew that my skills were always above the petty miscreants that were drawn to me like moths to
a flame. They hung on to me because they knew, they knew with their only shred of intelligence
they had left, that I was better than they could ever dream to be.
I thrived on that knowledge. I threw myself into learning everything I possible could so that I
could maintain that position throughout my entire life. And what better way to physically prove
my supremacy that to join the King's Royal Navy? There I could gain the worldliness that I
lacked, while proving both my physical and intellectual prowess. It was there I would and did
attain promotion after promotion because others recognized my greatness.
When asked to set out to accompany the newly instated Governor Swann to Port Royal, I jumped
at that chance. Except for the employment of a few privateers against France and Spain, England
was very much against the pirate threat that lurked in the bright blue waters of the Caribbean. The
King was clear on the removal of that particular threat.
So there I was.
I first laid eyes on Elizabeth then. She was nothing more than a child. A child with a morbid and
silly infatuation with the idea of pirates. But she grew. And she grew into a fine woman. Fine
enough to earn my hand. I knew she would be the perfect woman to adorn my arm and
complement my uniform.
But enter Jack Sparrow. A captain without a ship or a mind. The worse pirate to inhabit the
Caribbean. And with one handshake, Elizabeth's answer was wiped away. That man drove all
thoughts of my perfection out of my head for that hour that he escaped from my grasp but I got
him, in that smithy, and I returned him to his proper place.
But while I was in that man's presence he managed to throw me for a loop. He confused me,
made my wit turn sour, my intelligence non-existent. I hesitated, I bumbled for my next thought,
my next order.
I want him to hang. I want my answer from Elizabeth. Though I know the outcome of both, he
will swing and she will wear white.
I get what I want. I always do.
But as night has fallen and I walk the fort's parapets with the Governor, I realize that Elizabeth
may be one of the few people who doesn't believe in me. Well her and Sparrow. I noticed that no
matter how much I believed in myself, Elizabeth still seems unaffected. I tend to dissolve into that
mindless sod that I found myself slipping into around Sparrow. I may boast of my conquests but
she just smiles, murmurs "That's nice." and moves on. She just doesn't seem to care.
For Sparrow, I became the fumbling fool because he usurped me, I never before met someone so
sure of themself as he was. It was one of the few times that I felt unsure of myself. But I
recovered, like I always do.
Elizabeth, simple, I love her. I need to impress her. But nothing that I achieve seems to work. I
know our union would be the perfect thing to happen. But deep down, under the self-made layers
around my mind, I think that there is a chance that my feelings aren't reciprocated. But I eliminate
those thoughts quickly, just like I always do.
"Has my daughter given you an answer yet?" the Governor's voice breaks into my thoughts.
I sigh, "No, she hasn't."
He continues, even though my attention is on myself. "Well, she has had a very trying day.
Ghastly weather, don't you think?"
Again I half-heartedly answer. "Bleak, very bleak."
Sparrow and Elizabeth strip me of the one thing that I hold closest to my heart. My pride.
And what am I without that? Who would I be? That's all I have left.
Just like I always have.
My pride. My dignity.
