Fallen from Grace
I.
Idea of a Joke
Four ranks. Just four ranks, that was al he needed. Then he would be in charge. He would command the King's fleet. He had been a commodore for too long, but that was all about to change. With the elusive heart of davy Jones now safely in Lord Beckett's possession, his position was secure, and he would take revenge on all who had caused his downfall.
"Norrington!" a sharp voice jerked the unfortunate man from his reverie. He rose and strode into the office of cutler Beckett, eager for news of his promotion. Beckett stood behind his desk, a purple vein pulsing in his forehead. "Is this your idea of a joke!" he demanded, unwrapping the cloth that once contained the heart of Davy Jones.
Norrington stared dumbstruck. How could it be gone? Then a horrible thought struck him. Jack Sparrow! He must've somehow gotten it back! "It was there, sir-" Norrington insisted.
"Liar!" Beckett bellowed. He inched his way around the desk so that he was menacingly close to Norrington. "I would see you hang for this," he threatened, "but I am yet to find a law that would allow it, so'" There was a long tense pause. "I hereby banish you from Port royal," Beckett declared, the sentence cracking like a whip upon Norrington's ears. "And if I ever see you or your worm-eaten ship again, you will be shot on sight!"
"Mercer!" Beckett summoned his rat-faced assistant. "Show this man the door!"
Norrington could hardly believe what he had just heard. Banished! Port Royal had been his life. Now he had to leave it and the people he had come to know - Governor Swann, Gillette, Will, and Elizabeth. He would never see Elizabeth again.