The dusk at Singapore was beautiful and did much to lift Norrington's spirit. After three days journey, they had finally arrived. They would have two days approximately before the Allay would arrive, enough time to prep the Enthrall for another long journey. The new ship had done well though no ship would ever be able to match the Interceptor. A dull pang hit the Commodore in the gut. He had loved that ship and…
He shifted his thoughts. The three day sail had done him good. He hadn't thought about…since he had left. What was the problem with land? It seemed that even the worst of storms brought Norrington more joy than his memories. He only hoped that the journey would do him more good than it already had. Maybe he would be able to forget. Everything.
A Tavern in Singapore
Jack didn't like people. He hadn't before, and he didn't now. He clung to his treasure and a second.
But Captain Jack on the other hand, loved people. Women, that was. And he had found him some grand company. Her name was Christine. A small breasted woman, perhaps, but her beautiful face was just too tempting to pass up. She seemed willing enough, and was kind enough to have served him two pints of Caribbean rum. What a woman.
"So what about you being a captain of your own ship I hear…CAPTAIN Sparrow?" Christine asked resting her head on Jack's shoulder.
Drunkenly, Jack smirked. "Well luv…you see," he gripped his glass in one hand, and began motioning wildly with the other. "I always liked rum and well…a ship just seemed to get some more…and you know women always like captains…pretty women…like you. I did it for the attention."
Obviously, Christine thought Jack to be sober enough to create such a story to flatter her, when in all reality that was the absolute truth. He did want to become a captain for the women. It had later evolved into other, more serious reasons, but the motives of a nineteen-year-old were pretty standard.
Jack scampered closer.
"And the RUM!" Jack continued. Christine laughed. "The rum always came-"
He was going to make it this time…
Captain Jack gripped his head in pain. "Ah…"
"Oh, darling," Christine told him, stealing his glass. "I think you've had quite enough." She stroked his cheek soothingly.
Dark images swept through Sparrow's head. Pits of flame erupted about the room, the ceiling turned into red clouds and ash. It was hard to breathe. There were demons surrounding him and one that looked strangely like...
"What's wrong?" a voice scratched within the depths of Sparrows mind. He turned. Sitting right beside him was the most terrifying creature he had ever seen. It looked like a woman, but her eyes were wholes, her hair full of snakes. Her ugliness stopped his heart.
"Death to the demon..." Jack muttered under his breath as he stood and drew his sword.