Disclaimer: If I tap myself on the head and rub my stomach at the same time, could I please own POTC?
A/N: I know, it's short. But you love the story, don't you?
Norrington stands alert, watching the proceedings below with the eyes of a hawk. Nothing has happened. Yet. He watches the dancers particularly. Jack Sparrow and the woman, Miss Grey. Why she's dancing with him, Norrington can't comprehend. But Sparrow is a guest, and Norrington just can't turn the pirate out on his ear without a reason. Yet. A redcoat pulls up short next to Norrington and salutes.
"Anything to report?" Norrington tears his eyes away from the scene below.
"We've caught two men, sir." Gillette says sharply. "They confessed to the murder of Mister Smith."
Norrington feels as though a huge load has been lifted from his shoulders. "That is truly wonderful news."
The guard hesitates. "Actually, sir, they claimed that there was another man with them."
Norrington stares. "What?"
"The two men we captured," the redcoat explains, "They said that their leader, they called him 'Smithy', was planning to come to the wedding. This Smithy is apparently going to 'do damage to someone very important'. That's all we got out of them."
Norrington feels his heart quicken. Elizabeth… Outside, he remains calm. "Let every guard know there is an imminent attack on the wedding." He turns back to look down at the marquee. "Don't let any of the guests know. The last thing we need is a panic. That's when this 'Smithy' is most likely to attack."
"Yessir." Gillette salutes and marches off. Norrington watches the wedding guests once more.
"Not on my watch." He mutters.
A/N: You people should be ashamed of yourselves. I'm getting like 70 hits per chapter, but only two or three reviews! For shame! If you like the story, let me know! It's not that hard!
... Okay, end rant.