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Daniel Norrington was a brilliant little boy. He had been given all the best education a seven year old could have. He had the best of the best. All because his daddy was a commodore. And boy did little Daniel love his dad. Daniel loved his dad more than all his toys. Daniel loved his dad more than any of his friends or teachers. Daniel just plain loved his dad most of all, and he showed it often. He obeyed his father without a fight; he followed James everywhere, and was never one to be shy of giving a hug. They were the perfect father and son.

Except Daniel didn't look a bit like his dad, and no one knew who his mother was. In fact, James still didn't know. No one had come forth to claim the baby after that fateful stormy night, and James had kept the little boy. But James still had his duty, and he had been gone for two months. Daniel got bored with out his dad around, and soon made friends with many of the village boys. The village boys from the other side of town. Of course Daniel didn't know that the boys he played with on a daily basis weren't of the same social standing. If someone had told him, Daniel still wouldn't have cared. He just had fun playing pirates, robbers, and navy men with them. They had the most wonderful adventures.

Daniel had planned to go out and play one October morning, but when he woke with the sun, he had a feeling that he needed to be down at the docks. He scarfed up his breakfast of eggs and toast, gave the cook a sloppy kiss, and ran out the door of his tidy home. His little feet carried him fast across town, his dark brown locks flying around his face. He tripped over a misplaced basket in the market square, but got right back up. His scraped palms were nothing, the feeling he had was growing stronger. He could feel that his dad was home.

He ran arrived at the docks just in time to watch the Dauntless dock. The ship looked a little worse for wear. Daniel took in the chipping paint and the ratty sails. His dad must have had some great adventures while he was gone, and Daniel couldn't wait to hear about them all. The ship was secured to the docks, and the navy procession made its way off the boat, James Norrington at its head. Daniel jumped out of his watching spot and ran over.

"DADDY!" He yelled launching himself into his father's arms. James held tightly to his son, and ran his fingers through his hair. A few of his men laughed softly at the reunion.

"Who told you I was coming back Daniel?" James asked, his eyes twinkling. He knew what his son was going to say.

"The sun told me daddy. It woke me up and told me you were home." It was what Daniel told him every time. James looked up at the sky and saluted the sun. Daniel giggled.

"It's good to see you're healthy face Daniel, but I've got prisoners on board. So run along home, and I'll be in for dinner." James said pushing his son off the boat ramp. Daniel waved to his dad as he raced back to his watching place. Daniel never went home. He liked to watch the ship being unloaded, and no one could see him from the shadows. He was perfectly safe.

He watched his dad give orders to the men.

"The prisoners must be secure. Pirates are crafty men. Keep your eyes on them." The men saluted the Commodore, and boarded the ship once more. They led a train of dirty men off the boat.

Daniel saw men without legs, arms, and eyes. Most of them were very hairy, and very dirty. They were baring their teeth at the passing navy, and Daniel shuddered. These men looked really scary. 'They can't be pirates. They must be murderers!' Daniel thought. He ducked farther back into the shadows. He didn't want to be spotted by any murderer. He was only seven after all; he had a long life of adventure ahead of him.

His father passed the men without cringing. His dad was so brave. He smiled proudly at the shadows before in a whisper announcing, "That's my daddy. Isn't he wonderful?" The shadows were quiet around him, but he wasn't paying attention to them. There was a commotion onboard, and his father had gone to inspect.

Daniel held his breath until he saw his father safely emerge from the boat. He was struggling with a chain holding two men behind him. He yelled for his men to assist him. Three other men took a hold of the chain, and the prisoners were led off the ship. They passed right in front of his watching place, and the man in front stopped walking. Daniel stood still, this man looked nice, but he had to be a murder like the rest of them.

"Hey Willy boy, doesn't that kiddie look a tad similar to ye?" the man said, looking straight at Daniel and pointing with his chained hands.

James roughly handed the chain to one of his men, and rushed over to his son. He picked him up and held him close.

He whispered in Daniel's ear. "Why didn't you go home?" Before addressing the prisoner, one Jack Sparrow. "Don't even look at my son wrong Sparrow, or your hanging will be sooner than you thought." James glared daggers at Jack.

Jack just smirked and nodded. 'Well isn't that a pretty picture. The commodore and a son who looks just like Turner.' Jack thought to himself.

James held his son closer as his men led Jack Sparrow and the other prisoner, William Turner, away.

'A son who looks like William Turner must belong to William Turner, but why would Norrington have Turner's son?' Jack pondered as he was led away. He looked over his shoulder at the little boy and winked. The boy waved back. He definitely belonged to Turner. He was too cute to belong to the Commodore.

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A/N: I am sorry about the formatting of the last chapter. My time change markers disappeared. As for the actions of G.Swann. I am sure the man is capable of just about anything. I did not mention what he did with Elizabeth during her pregnancy, so it could have been anything. And desperate times call for desperate measures. My Commodore may seem a little OOC to you, but being a father changes everything, and excuse me if I want to see the guy happy for once. Please let the writer write. It's what I like to do savvy? Please feel free to flame. Go right ahead, but do it for something important, and don't try to write my story for me. Thanks.

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