Disclaimer: Not mine.
A/N: I heard someone say (not on that there were so few Norrington/Will stories out there. So I wrote one. Well, drabble more like.
Commodore Norrington. The title slipped off his tongue along with his name, but he still felt sometimes as if they were unconnected.
He walked the brown streets and desperately told himself that if the blacksmith's shop was nearby it was a mere coincidence. He told himself that and stopped at the shop every time, making some useless comment about his sword or about the governor while watching the elfinly pointed face in front of him.
At night he lay awake in his bed that reeked of emptiness, and brought himself to completion while telling himself that the face that came to mind had nothing at all in common with the blacksmith boy's.
He finally realized that lying to himself was futile, and after seeing the love struck looks William sent Elizabeth Swann's way, he promptly asked for her hand in marriage.
It was petty. It was slightly cruel. But all the same, he took a secret, childish satisfaction in the knowledge that as long as he had Elizabeth Swann she couldn't have William Turner.