They had got back Jack. He had died but they wouldn't let that happen.
Norrington looked in his mirror.
He again was clean shaven, back to his original self, powdered wig and all.
They had found him out. He had taken the heart from them and given it to the enemy.
They all hated him. Jack hated him.
Jack.
Why did hate him?
Because he was the one thing he wanted.
But he couldn't have him.
It was a sin.
He was an honorable man.
He couldn't keep having these thoughts.
Every night he closed his eyes and saw those chocolate brown eyes that he longed to gaze into again.
The smirk of gold teeth that made him swoon inside.
He could even smell the scent of rum and pipe smoke that had become a comforting force to him.
It was so real that he would open his eyes to stop it.
But it wouldn't stop.
It would never stop.
Night after sleepless night, lying wide awake.
Mourning.
Mourning over his one true love.
Whom he had lost.