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A/N: Sorry about the hold up guys, college can get a little nuts at times. I've been writing this as much as I can and I basically got a plot for it now, which is good. Yay for plot.

School is keeping me pretty busy. Freshman Seminar is thankfully done now which actually was the class I was getting the most homework in. Stupid. Anyways, since I had some time tonight, I figured I might as well type this out for ya'll.

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Chapter 5

"Sir, there is a naval ship coming into port..," a young British officer said, barging into Commodore Norrington's office. Unfortunately before he could finish, he was cut off by James Norrington raising his hand to make him to stop mid-sentence.

Norrington didn't looked disturbed by his intrusion but it showed in his voice. "Mister Brannigan, next time you feel the need to enter my office unannounced you will be on guardhouse duty until you have learned better," he told the young soldier as he signed his named at the bottom of one more official document that needed his signature.

Brannigan still stood at attention as a look of embarrassment soon swept upon his face. "Yes, Sir."

"Now," Commodore Norrington said as he set down his feather pen and looked up at the boy. "What is the matter?"

"There is a ship. A British Naval Ship, Sir, and it's flying, Sir..," Lieutenant Brannigan swallowed nervously.

"What is it flying, Brannigan?"

"It's flying a pair of men's trousers, Sir, along with the British flag," Brannigan replied softly in embarrassment.

James Norrington leaned over his desk at him. "Did you say a pair of men's trousers?" He asked, his eyebrows arched in curiosity.

"Yes, sir."

James pursed his lips in thought. "What about the crew?"

"No one has been spotted on board, sir."

Norrington thought about this for a moment. "Have Lieutenant Gillette take a ship out to meet them with some men."

The young naval officer nodded. "Yes, sir!" he exclaimed before rushing out of the room.

Commodore Norrington reached for his hat and coat that sat folded nearly at the corner of his desk. Another issue to deal with. Sparrow was still out there and now there were stories of another pirate. This one seemed to be one of the worst kinds, although James Norrington wasn't sure if there was any such thing as a good pirate.

No one had heard any stories first hand but they had seen the work that had been done. It was if they had no feeling, no remorse for their victims as some were found with body parts severed or missing, clothing torn, women raped, men were sometimes castrated and things were generally pilfered. Commodore Norrington knew they had to be stopped but how he could stop a gang of pirates, which he couldn't find?

These things bothered him as he left the fort and headed to the ship that was waiting for his arrival. It seemed as if there would be another group of drunken sailors to reprimand when he reached the ship sailing slowing towards them. Among them would also be a sailor missing his pants.

"Commodore Norrington, it seems as if this problem is much bigger than expected," Brannigan said as he handed a telescope over to him.

Norrington took it in annoyance, wondering what the foul smelling specimens on that ship were up to. When he put the telescope to his eye his worry became much larger.

The sailors that Norrington had sent out with Lieutenant Gillette had fixed the British flag but now they were motioning his ship to hurry up, while others just stood there staring at the decks. A few seagulls came swooping down onto the deck as a pale looking sailor chased them away. Something was definitely not right.

James snapped the telescope closed. "Have them speed up if all possible," he told Brannigan, handing back the telescope and watching the nearing ship like a hawk. Something perpetuated him about the whole business and now he knew it was more than drunken sailors.

When they finally reached the ship the crew boarded it slowly, taking the blood stained deck with wide eyes. Puddles had soaked their way into the wooden boards of the ship. Boards were half covered in the dark stains, ruining the newer looking finish of the ship.

"My Lord.."

"What happened here?"

Naval officers stared wide eyed at the decks as others murmured softly to each other words of worry. As Norrington took in the decks along with the rest of his men, Gillette quietly approached him.

"Sir, this is for you. It's from that pirate, Jack Sparrow," Gillette said softly, handing over the parchment paper and dagger Jack had used.

James Norrington snatched it from his hands in worry. "Gillette, take some men and clear up this deck," he told the Lieutenant as he began to read the letter.

"Yes sir!" Gillette said, as he rushed off to give the orders.

As James read the letter slowly his face turned for a look of worry to a look of complete horror. Rereading it again, the realizations of the words made him feel completely sick. The color drained out of his face when the comprehension of what had happened settled in on him.

Noticing that there seemed to be something wrong, Gillette came back to him in worry. "Commodore is there anything wrong?"

"Lieutenant, you have not read this letter have you?" Norrington replied softly.

"No, sir. It was addressed to you. I just noticed the name."

James Norrington put down the letter in his hands and bowed his head. "Gillette, please keep the officers out of the Captain's quarters," he said softly as he folded up the parchment and headed towards where Jack had informed him that his niece lay.

As he opened the door to the quarters, he quickly coved his mouth with the end of his sleeve. The stench of her body filled up the room with an unholy smell. James Norrington knew who it was without even approaching her. He was expecting his niece to arrive on an upcoming ship and from the note he had received, he knew this was the one. He left the room quickly because of the strong stench that was in the room.

"Gillette! Gillette, have the men take this body back to the ship. Funeral arrangements will be made immediately," Norrington ordered before he headed back to his ship. He needed to be alone. He needed think a few things over by himself. Today was turning into one hell of a day.