The guards shoved Norrington ruthlessly into a filthy cell. He tried to fight back, but one of them rammed his head with the butt of his rifle. He staggered back, clutching his bleeding head with one hand and groping for the wall with the other. Once his hand met stone, he slid to the floor and breathed heavily. It took his eyes a while to get used to the inky darkness, and when he did, he noticed another man was in his cell. The man was elderly with patchy gray hair. He had been asleep, but woke up while Norrington was watching him. Norrington quickly looked away; he didn't mean to stare so hard, but he had to with this terrible darkness.
"What'd they put in you for?" the old man asked. "Some sort of injustice, most likely," he answered himself with a gruff scoff.
"It was injustice, of the cruelest sort," Norrington answered anyway, then added softly, "Justice has died in these parts."
The old man heard however, and leaned closer.
"Come now, we can't lose all faith!"
"Faith is only grasping for the wind. Vain hopes of returning life to the way it was, the way it's supposed to be. No, I have no time for faith." Norrington picked up a stone from the floor and turned it over in his fingers.
"Life hasn't treated me well either these last few months," the old man said with a solemn sigh.
Norrington chuckled.
"Oh yes, old man? Tell me what great position or wealth you had before this misfortune!"
The old man paused patiently; then cleared his throat.
"I am, or was, as it seems, Governor Swan."
Norrington dropped the stone and turned sharply to the governor.
"I, I'm so sorry, I hardly recognized you, and I'm sorry if I caused any offense!"
Swan smiled and shook his head.
"No harm done. I've lost all pride after being here. Now, since you know my name, could you grant me yours? Your voice is strangely familiar, but I can't quite place it."
"Norrington. Commodore Norrington was, and all that's left of him is before you." Norrington held his arms wide then let them drop.
Swan sat up and laughed.
"Norrington! Wonderful to see you again! We're still friends, aren't we, even after my daughter, well, you know…"
Norrington smiled and shook his head.
"Women are fickle beings. Their curious ways are nothing worth ruining long friendships."
Swan held out his hand and Norrington took it heartily in a firm shake.
"Speaking of that daughter of yours, she's become quite a fierce pirate."
Swan's eye's widened but Norrington only laughed.
"She seems to like it very much as well, sailing the high seas with Jack Sparrow."
"I loathe that filthy pirate. He's ruined life for all of us. Elizabeth worries me. I must see her again before losing her to that dread pirate. Tell me, what part does Will play in all of this?" Swan inquired.
"What I've heard and perceived, he's never taken a liking to pirating. All he wants is to protect Elizabeth, save Elizabeth, see Elizabeth… it's all quite dreary really. I'm surprised she doesn't get sick of it, having two fathers," Norrington replied.
Swan relaxed and sighed, then asked another question.
"So, what brought you back to Port Royal after so long?"
