Two: Rescue?
Evelyn watched as the man pitched himself from the battlements and was curious who he was. She figured he'd meant to end his life, but obviously he wasn't very bright because a fall into the ocean would not kill anyone. If he'd meant it, he'd have used a pistol or something, she thought. She figured he was a man of importance, or one who used to be, for in her experience, they seemed to like the idea of suicide but they could never quite go through with it. Something to do with vanity or cowardice. She shook her head.
"Men." She said aloud, a bit of disgust in her voice.
Her second in command, Rat, looked up. "Aye, Captain?" His long, greasy hair dangled from under his black bandana and his overly tanned skin shown under his tattered black vest. She wished he had better bathing habits, but he was a damn good pirate and took orders well, never questioning her because she was a woman.
"Send out a boat. Have Trevor and Lefty go fetch that man who fell." She did not bother to explain why she wanted that man, mostly because she didn't really know. Curiosity she supposed.
Rat nodded and did not question her command, simply scuttled off to fetch the other men.
Meanwhile, Evelyn kept her course for Port Royal, having heard that Commodore Norrington was now the former scourge of pirates and though there was a new Commodore, some Gillette man, Port Royal would be fairly easy to plunder. She wasn't sure it was worth it though, because mostly she was out for vengeance and she felt that she didn't really need to waste time attacking towns when it was of no real use to her. So she kept the jolly roger out of sight, intending to explore the town first.
When they were almost into port, her men returned with the man from the tower. They loaded him on to the ship deck, soaked and unconscious, for Evelyn's inspection. She stared at his face, peaceful but sad somehow, with the beginnings of a scruffy beard. Something about him was familiar.
Rat was staring at him too. "Norrington!"
Evelyn looked up. "Where?"
Rat pointed at the man on the deck. "Right 'ere. That's 'im. I knew I'd seen that face somewhere. 'E captured me old cap'n and 'ung 'im from the gallows. Most of the crew too, only a few of us escaped." Rat spit at Norrington's feet. "Bastard."
Eve let out a laugh. "Norrington? The scourge of pirates on my ship? Oh this is rich. Excellent! I'd heard he'd retired from the position of Commodore, but I didn't expect attempted suicide as well. Oh my father must be rolling over in his grave right now."
Her crew was awaiting instructions, some of them scowling and mumbling curses. Norrington had been known in his younger days for destroying many pirate ships and hanging many a captain and crew. This could be their chance for revenge, if their captain said the word.
"Put him in the brig. Chain his wrists and ankles, I want him as uncomfortable as possible. But don't rough him up, I want him alive and in pristine condition." Eve returned to the helm to steer her ship, The Faithful Maiden, into port.
Her crew was disappointed, but they trusted their captain's decision. She must be planning something. Plus, they decided, it wasn't any fun beating up an unconscious man.
Evelyn smiled at the thought of the once great James Norrington, waking up, thinking himself rescued, only to find he's locked in the brig of an unfamiliar ship. Capture effortlessly by pirates. She chuckled and docked the ship, ready to explore Port Royal.