James Norrington immediately began shouting orders to his crew to set sail.
"Foolish Turner," he muttered, twiddling the charm in his hands in agitation. He was a tad shaken he had escaped the island and released the pirates under his very nose. It would be a matter of minutes before the Bangala was ready to fire cannons. Then his day got worse.
Jack and Tori dashed out of his cabin and jerked to a halt before him and his armed crew.
James looked down his nose at Tori. He placed the charm resolutely in it's box and handed it to an inferior officer.
"I suppose lying isn't out of line for a pirate."
Tori's eyes blazed. "At what point, precisely, did I lie to you, commodore?" she asked dangerously.
"Please. Your father was killed by pirates was he? And you'll never consort or aid a pirate?"
"How dare you suggest I lied!" She retorted, chagrined. "Pirates did kill my father, commodore. Pirates in smart red coats, sailing under the British flag."
Commodore Norrington realized her allusion and ripped through his fury to find words to ravage her.
Jack glanced about and seized the opportunity to lunge forward for the box in the Lieutenants' hands.
"Sorry, thank-you very much!" He called over his shoulder as he ran for the rail of the ship.
The commodore rapidly regained his tongue and yelled for the men to open fire!
Tori sprung between Jack and the legion and sprinted after him. He seized her hand and in one fluid motion dove perfectly into the glittering azure.
The crew of the Bängala tore to the rails to watch with baited breath,
"Fire all!" Norrignton charged avidly, as bullets pelted the ocean where the duo had disappeared.
The Bängala was too far away to be of any practical use, and feared to move lest they crush Jack and Tori. The sea darkened slightly with a thin stream of blood.
James Norrington ordered the men to hold their fire as an ominous fin knifed the water briefly and sunk back into the deep.