Hey! I started writing this story before the second film came out, thats why it doesn't follow the plot

Norrington paced, getting more impatient by the second. Maps of the caribbean littered the walls, making his whereabouts seem more like a map room than an office. A powdered wig sat in the corner on a stand, gathering dust with disuse. The late Commodore Norrington had resigned some weeks before, for reasons unknown to the Governor. At the time it had been taken with surprise and with regret afterwards on James Norringtons part for giving up his chance of success. But that was before, before he knew the truth, back when he was innocent little James, James the nobody who secretly hoped he had a chance... Back when...

A scene flashed in front of his eyes, one he had half forgotten, the cause for his change of heart.

He saw the turrets of the fort in Port Royal, himself standing on a balcony in the uniform of an officer, the love of his life at his right arm. She looked at him with nervous eyes as he preceded with the start of his speech of marriage. He remembered the faintness of her voice before she fell, down to the foaming sea and the rocks below. He remembered the minute it took him to realise she had fallen, when he had thought she was dead...

Sensations flooded him as he remembered this scene, remembering with anger the next act to come.

A man bending over her, watching her breathe heavily up and down, trying to regain control of her heaving body. His shaggy dreadlocked hair dripping as he wiped water from his face.

Norrington smiled to himself as he remembered the pleasure of exposing this man, showing his tatoos to the world, revealing his true identity, a pirate, Jack Sparrow. A word rang in his head 'Captain', Norrington seethed with anger as he remembered Jack's cheekiness. How he hated him, not only for that, but for being the one to rescue her, while he himself stood helpless, only to watch her fall. But back then he was unable to see who the real culprit was, unable to see the man who was ready to snatch Elizabeth away at the oppurtune moment, and had done, William Turner. But now he could get back at both of them, this was a secret nobody knew, one not even the famous Jack sparrow was aware of.

The sea crashed outside noisily, it was truly a terrible night to be out. The sound brought another scene to mind, one that had been buried deep in his heart for years...

The crashing sea, a storm was coming on, a little boy stood in the threshold of his house, watching tearful eyed as his father turned away. Burrowing his head in his mother's arms, he listened as she pleaded with him.

"Please Joseph, don't do this! What about James? your son!" she screamed tearfully. He turned to her as though to repent for forgiveness, instead scowling, creasing his young face.

"m' names not Joseph, its Barbossa!"

Slinging his pack over his back, he disappeared from sight down the dock, leaving his wife at deaths door and his son to grow up swearing to avenge his mother by ridding the seas of all pirate vermin.

So that was it, the one thing they didn't know, his weapon, his father.

Through all of his childhood growing up in an orphanage, he visited the local taverns, hoping to hear of his fathers whereabouts so he could find and kill. It was in his late teens when he recieved a letter from his father.

Dear James,

I hope you're well though I'm sorry for your mother's death. You probably don't remember me, I'm your father, Joseph, though I go by the name of Barbossa now. I'm the captain of a ship, though it's not law abiding, I'm happy. The reason I've written concerns you. When I die I want you to take over, I'm having no other first mate, only you. I mutinied against my Captain and took over and don't want the same happening to me, I need someone I can trust, James...

The note had been roughly written, but James had understood it perfectly. He had laughed reading it, for he had forgotten his father and got a job as a carpenter in a local town. Reading it had reminded him of his oath. He wanted revenge on his father but not openly so joined the navy where he could hunt him down secretly and still get his revenge..

Norrington awoke from his memories, he was going to get his own back on Jack Sparrow for killing Barbossa when he himself had sought him out for all those years to do just that, and on Will for stealing the love of his life. His fathers ex-crew were his only hope to seek his vengeance.

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