Notes: Ya I know I said I was done Condemned. But now, its not a quartet anymore...its a quintet as I believe it is called. So this was supposed to be a stand alone one shot, but it just fit so well with the Condemned theme so its part of it now. If you've read my chapter story Saving Sparrow then do not try to figure out how this one shot/chapter thing fits into it. It doesnt.This is more of a stand alone but as I said, it fit with the Theme.
Its from Norringtons point of view, I hope you like it! Oh, and Thanks to everyone who reviewed last chapter, your the best!
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My Dearest Giselle,
So much has happened since the last time I wrote you, in fact so much has happened that I won't even explain everything. I will just give you the main highlights; explaining everything would take up to much parchment.-
Newly re-instated Commodore James Norrington of the East India Trading Company looked up from what he had written so far. He looked around at his lavish surroundings. So much has happened, this is true. I never thought that I would be back here again in my life.
He was sitting in his old house that he had just recently moved back into. Lord Beckett had been most accommodating when he realized that James was in fact giving him Davy Jones' heart. A few hours later he had been back in his old house, with his old title and a nice bag of gold. I just prefer not to think of what lengths I went to, to get my life back. He turned his attention back to the letter.
-In the past 6 months or so I had been stripped of my Commodore ranking and been tossed out onto the street like some lowly peasant. It was all for allowing that Jack Sparrow fellow I wrote to you about before escape. One of the only nice things that I do for that man turns out to be the thing to ruin my life. I had to 'resign' as they put it from Commodore; firing would really be a more accurate word.
Governor Swann, whose daughter I was once betrothed to marry, was the one to fire me. How a fool like that ever got into a position of power was a mystery to me. I never did like him. Anyways after I was evicted from Port Royal, I eventually ended up in Tortuga for a few weeks. I stopped in to see you one night, but the mistress of the house told me you were out. I offered to wait until you returned but she wouldn't have it.-
He chuckled to himself. Wouldn't have it indeed. She told me to buy someone for the night or to get the hell out of her house. I had no money to buy some whore, so out it was. It's a shame I did not get to see her though, I miss my old friend. He grimaced; even if he was only stopping by because he needed a place to sleep and was only saying that he had not seen her for a while as an excuse.
He thought back to the days he saw her on a daily basis; back when they were children. They had been neighbors in a more respectable area of Tortuga; away from the docks and bars. Their mothers had worked together as laundresses for some of the lords that lived on Tortuga and often had not had time for their children. They had often played together and soon became best friends. He remembered fondly their games of navy and pirates. He had always been the navy officer.
James' mother had eventually saved up enough money for school for James; and thus he remembered being sent away, able only to talk to Giselle via the post. He had not seen her since that day, but received frequent letters from her. Her mother never had saved up enough for her to go to school. She was now forced to work in a less favorable position because of it. He preferred to call her an escort. It seemed much more civil.
He also remembered his mothers parting words to him.
"You study hard now ye hear? Maybe one day you'll make something of yourself." Her voice had been full of doubt and sadness at seeing her only son leave.
He had proved her wrong though. He had made something of himself. He had gotten to the top of his career; if only she could see him now. But at what lengths had he gone to get to the top of his career? No he refused to think of that. He again went back to writing his letter.
-After attempting to visit you, I ended up in a bar in Tortuga. You have to understand I was down in the dumps. I don't normally frequent bars, but this time it was a good thing I did. I found Jack Sparrow at that bar; so I signed up for his crew. My life was not that great and I needed a job. He was hiring so I figured it was the best I could do.
Here is where I summarize everything for you. Basically we ran afoul of Davy Jones and ended going after Davy Jones heart. Yes that's right; heart. He had apparently ripped it out of his chest and buried it on an island.-
He wondered how much he should tell her. He did not want her to be disappointed in his methods that he used to get his life back. He decided only the bare essentials would do.
- It was the key to controlling him and Lord Beckett really wanted it. We got the heart and I offered to return it to the Lord Beckett seeing as how everyone else was a pirate and could not do it themselves. Upon returning Lord Beckett (of the East India Trading Company) offered me back my title as Commodore and my old house as thanks for giving him a tool that would help apprehend the most dreaded pirate in all the seas.
But enough about my life. How have you been? Do you finally have enough money to leave the streets of Tortuga? When I stopped by the place you live when I was in Tortuga, the Mistress looked mighty happy. Perhaps she will let you leave the brothel now? You could always come and stay with me you know
I miss you,
James Norrington
James sat back and re read the letter. To him it seemed full of gaping holes and it was. There was so much he would not; could not tell her. He wanted her to think of him as an honorable man, not the power hungry man he considered himself to be. In light of recent events I believe I am power hungry.
There was so much that he would not include. How he had been a filthy drunk for months after being fired, how he had attacked everyone in a bar in Tortuga. How he had been forced to sleep in stables because he could not afford a room. He especially could not tell her about the island, and how he had stolen Davy Jones' heart from Jack, Will and Elizabeth. They had not given it to him as he had said.
By taking the heart, he had control over Davy Jones and Lord Beckett who wanted the heart. He alone would survive. He had tricked them into thinking that he was sacrificing himself to Jones' crew. They had thought they were getting away.
He had heard in Tortuga that the Pearl went down, and that there were no survivors known. He had forced himself to go on, to give the heart to Lord Beckett.
Although Jack, Elizabeth and Will had not been his friends, they had still been people. He had been power hungry enough to leave them there. It was murder. In his eyes it was cold blooded murder for money and power. He was a murderer. But he would survive; he had gotten what he wanted. Maybe one day it would hurt less to think about what he had done; but for now…
A single tear trickled down his cheek as he stared at the letter he had written.
He had known they would die if he took the heart.
Had had Condemned them.
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Notes: Its done its done! So i hope you all liked that, and it is the actual end of Condemned this time. If you liked Condemned, then try reading my new chapter story Saving Sparrow which begins right where chapter 4( after Elizabeth gets drunk) leaves off.
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