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Anyone else I guess is mine.
~Authors note, please review if you like this story! Hopefully this chapter
has more excitement than the first let me know what you think~
He headed into the gradually emptying streets, turning here and there without even stopping to think. He would never forget his home even if the memories weren't as pleasant as he hoped. He soon found himself at the gate to his house; he signed one last time and made his way up to the door. When he reached out to knock he paused, maybe he should wait until a better time to see his father, but then again his father told him to come when he could and that happened to be now. He then knocked and waited for the maid to answer.
"Good day sir, you must be the Master's son, please come in." Norrington entered a little unsure how she knew that he was in fact here for his father. The maid closed the door and turned her attention back to Norrington.
"Can I get you anything Sir?"
"No thank you, I was just."
"Of course, Master Norrington is right this way" the maid led him up the stairs and towards a small room near the end of the hall. Norrington eyed the rooms looking for anything familiar. He passed his old room and a small smile appeared on his face but soon dropped when he came upon his sister's room. The maid stopped and opened the door to his father's room. Norrington nodded his thanks to her and entered the room. The man sitting at the desk looked up the minute Norrington entered. The older man smiled and stood up from the desk; Norrington watched as his father steadied himself on the desk and went to grab a cane. Norrington stepped forward and helped his father onto his bed. Once his father was sitting on the bed, he then pulled up a chair and took a seat in front of the bed. Soon they both became increasingly aware of the silence around them. Norrington played with what to say to his father, not yet deciding what was best to say when the silence was broken.
"I'm glad you came" Norrington had to lean in to hear what his father had said to him, then he nodded as he saw his father wanted to continue on.
"I fear that my time has come and that I didn't get to be the father I had hoped to be." Norrington raised his head to meet his father's eyes, his look softened when he saw the pain that his eyes held.
"Sir." Norrington attempted to ease some pain from his father, but in return a hand stopped him.
"I know that since your mother passed away, I resorted to my duties as an officer not my duty as a father. I just hope you can forgive me for the past years." Charles Norrington paused before continuing, but a flash of pain went across his face as he leaned back in the bed. Norrington upon seeing the condition his father was in, helped him to lie down.
"Son, if you can't forgive me, could you at least do me one favor."
"Sir.father.of course I forgive you, it was your duties that kept you, I would have done the same, and well I have done the same in pursuing my own duties." Norrington saw a smile appear on his father's face when he said duties.
"My son, a Commodore, there is nothing that would make me happier knowing how far you've come. But if you could get something to your sister for me" Norrington's face frowned in confusion.
"On the desk is a letter I want you to give to her, I know she's alive son, I can feel it. Promise me you'll find her and keep her safe, she's out there somewhere." When Charles looked up at Norrington he saw even more uncertainty than was there before, "I just know she's still out there I promise you she is, she just waits to be found" Norrington nodded and watched as his father start coughing, with pain flashing across his face.
Norrington handed his father a small glass of water that was on the nightstand. Charles gave Norrington a weak smile before taking a drink. As he handed the glass back, Charles closed his eyes and gave into the weakness that was coming over him. Norrington waited while his father slowly fell asleep before going over to the desk. In the middle of the desk was the envelope addressed to Samantha. Norrington picked it up and slowly left the room.
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The next morning Norrington was awaken from a faint crying. It took a minute to remember where he was and he then ran down the hall to the source of the crying. Inside his father's room he say the maid crying over his father. Norrington rushed to the bed and checked the pulse, but there was none. A single tear fell from him eyes as he bowed his head to his father. Not sure what else to do he went to fulfill what his father had requested. He had to find his sister, "Easier said then done" Norrington said to himself as he headed down to the docks.
Once there he spotted Lieutenant Gillette heading towards him down the docks.
"Good morning Commodore, I didn't expect to see you until this evening" Gillette said when he reached Norrington.
"I'm afraid I have some business to attend to. I'm not sure how long I will be away. You are in command, and I shall see you back in Port Royal."
"Are you sure about this sir, we could wait for you. I'm sure we are not needed back in Port Royal this soon." Gillette tried to reason with Norrington
"That will not be necessary Lieutenant, good day" Norrington turned leaving Gillette to set sail back to Port Royal, while he tried to find some information on his sister.
As he wandered away from the docks and into the streets he thought about where to look for Sam. Norrington suddenly looked up noticing he was in front of a shop. He saw the sign and instantly smiled. "I just hope old "Smitty" is still in business." Norrington said to himself as he walked into the blacksmith shop.
Norrington stepped in and waited until his eyes adjusted, for it was a poorly lit room. He surveyed the room taking in any changes since he was last in here many years ago, but he found little. "Hello" He called hoping to see his old friend's face appear.
"I'll be right there" he heard a voice call back. And almost as soon as the voice had answered, a person stepped out to met Norrington. When Norrington saw his old friend he sighed with relief, if anyone had information on Sam it would be him. "Smitty" as they called him, was in his 60's but still healthy as ever by the looks of him. He sold to pirates, navy men, royalty, and the poor, and he knew about everyone one of them too. He was a friend to everyone he came across, Norrington couldn't help but wonder if he did in fact have any enemies, but it was unlikely.
"Smitty" Norrington said as the old man smiled.
"Well if it ain't little master Norrington. How are you lad?" Smitty said walking up to greet him.
"I've been better" Norrington replied.
"Ah yes I'm sorry 'bout your father, he was a good Commodore. But look at yourself, Commodore is it?"
Norrington couldn't help but laugh, "Yes Commodore it is."
"Now what is it that brought you here little Commodore, I know your not in need of a sword" Smitty said while nodding to the sword hanging at Norrington's side.
"You got me there, Smitty, I have come to ask for you help"
"You are looking for your sister, aren't you lad" Norrington was taken aback on how Smitty knew this already, but shook it off.
"Yes, do you have any idea of how I can find her?"
Smitty walked towards the back of the room and pulled two chairs up to a table, he then motioned for Norrington to sit. When they were both sitting he started talking,
"Aye, I might have something useful, but it depends on how you use what I share, lad." Norrington nodded and Smitty continued.
"Sam came in here around 4 years ago back when she was 16, back when she first disappeared." Norrington opened his mouth to ask why he had said the first time but soon closed it.
"Yes she has come back here since then but not many knew. Now where was I, she came in looking for a new sword, a longer one she had said, and so I made her one. She had told me her name was now Samantha Jade, and to let no one know she was in here. I nodded and let her be on her way. I almost forgot 'bout the whole meeting 'till she came back in here when she was 18" Smitty took a breathe and collected his thoughts before continuing with the story.
"She was in the market for another sword, this time she wanted engraving on the sword, I made her a beautiful sword that week. She came in here a few times to check on her sword and she told me 'bout her adventures. She went off with some Rumrunners when she was 14, and the other details I'm afraid I can not say just yet. But what I can tell ye is the name of a man you want to find. Andres Cruz, he was one of the rumrunners, you shall find him here in a tavern I would suspect."
Norrington rose from the chair, "Thank you Smitty, how can I repay you?"
Smitty shook his head, "No need lad, just come back and tell me what you heard from Andres and I shall set you straight once more I'm sure of that"
Norrington nodded and left the Blacksmith Shop in search of an Andres Cruz.
~Authors note. Hope you liked it, please review~
He headed into the gradually emptying streets, turning here and there without even stopping to think. He would never forget his home even if the memories weren't as pleasant as he hoped. He soon found himself at the gate to his house; he signed one last time and made his way up to the door. When he reached out to knock he paused, maybe he should wait until a better time to see his father, but then again his father told him to come when he could and that happened to be now. He then knocked and waited for the maid to answer.
"Good day sir, you must be the Master's son, please come in." Norrington entered a little unsure how she knew that he was in fact here for his father. The maid closed the door and turned her attention back to Norrington.
"Can I get you anything Sir?"
"No thank you, I was just."
"Of course, Master Norrington is right this way" the maid led him up the stairs and towards a small room near the end of the hall. Norrington eyed the rooms looking for anything familiar. He passed his old room and a small smile appeared on his face but soon dropped when he came upon his sister's room. The maid stopped and opened the door to his father's room. Norrington nodded his thanks to her and entered the room. The man sitting at the desk looked up the minute Norrington entered. The older man smiled and stood up from the desk; Norrington watched as his father steadied himself on the desk and went to grab a cane. Norrington stepped forward and helped his father onto his bed. Once his father was sitting on the bed, he then pulled up a chair and took a seat in front of the bed. Soon they both became increasingly aware of the silence around them. Norrington played with what to say to his father, not yet deciding what was best to say when the silence was broken.
"I'm glad you came" Norrington had to lean in to hear what his father had said to him, then he nodded as he saw his father wanted to continue on.
"I fear that my time has come and that I didn't get to be the father I had hoped to be." Norrington raised his head to meet his father's eyes, his look softened when he saw the pain that his eyes held.
"Sir." Norrington attempted to ease some pain from his father, but in return a hand stopped him.
"I know that since your mother passed away, I resorted to my duties as an officer not my duty as a father. I just hope you can forgive me for the past years." Charles Norrington paused before continuing, but a flash of pain went across his face as he leaned back in the bed. Norrington upon seeing the condition his father was in, helped him to lie down.
"Son, if you can't forgive me, could you at least do me one favor."
"Sir.father.of course I forgive you, it was your duties that kept you, I would have done the same, and well I have done the same in pursuing my own duties." Norrington saw a smile appear on his father's face when he said duties.
"My son, a Commodore, there is nothing that would make me happier knowing how far you've come. But if you could get something to your sister for me" Norrington's face frowned in confusion.
"On the desk is a letter I want you to give to her, I know she's alive son, I can feel it. Promise me you'll find her and keep her safe, she's out there somewhere." When Charles looked up at Norrington he saw even more uncertainty than was there before, "I just know she's still out there I promise you she is, she just waits to be found" Norrington nodded and watched as his father start coughing, with pain flashing across his face.
Norrington handed his father a small glass of water that was on the nightstand. Charles gave Norrington a weak smile before taking a drink. As he handed the glass back, Charles closed his eyes and gave into the weakness that was coming over him. Norrington waited while his father slowly fell asleep before going over to the desk. In the middle of the desk was the envelope addressed to Samantha. Norrington picked it up and slowly left the room.
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The next morning Norrington was awaken from a faint crying. It took a minute to remember where he was and he then ran down the hall to the source of the crying. Inside his father's room he say the maid crying over his father. Norrington rushed to the bed and checked the pulse, but there was none. A single tear fell from him eyes as he bowed his head to his father. Not sure what else to do he went to fulfill what his father had requested. He had to find his sister, "Easier said then done" Norrington said to himself as he headed down to the docks.
Once there he spotted Lieutenant Gillette heading towards him down the docks.
"Good morning Commodore, I didn't expect to see you until this evening" Gillette said when he reached Norrington.
"I'm afraid I have some business to attend to. I'm not sure how long I will be away. You are in command, and I shall see you back in Port Royal."
"Are you sure about this sir, we could wait for you. I'm sure we are not needed back in Port Royal this soon." Gillette tried to reason with Norrington
"That will not be necessary Lieutenant, good day" Norrington turned leaving Gillette to set sail back to Port Royal, while he tried to find some information on his sister.
As he wandered away from the docks and into the streets he thought about where to look for Sam. Norrington suddenly looked up noticing he was in front of a shop. He saw the sign and instantly smiled. "I just hope old "Smitty" is still in business." Norrington said to himself as he walked into the blacksmith shop.
Norrington stepped in and waited until his eyes adjusted, for it was a poorly lit room. He surveyed the room taking in any changes since he was last in here many years ago, but he found little. "Hello" He called hoping to see his old friend's face appear.
"I'll be right there" he heard a voice call back. And almost as soon as the voice had answered, a person stepped out to met Norrington. When Norrington saw his old friend he sighed with relief, if anyone had information on Sam it would be him. "Smitty" as they called him, was in his 60's but still healthy as ever by the looks of him. He sold to pirates, navy men, royalty, and the poor, and he knew about everyone one of them too. He was a friend to everyone he came across, Norrington couldn't help but wonder if he did in fact have any enemies, but it was unlikely.
"Smitty" Norrington said as the old man smiled.
"Well if it ain't little master Norrington. How are you lad?" Smitty said walking up to greet him.
"I've been better" Norrington replied.
"Ah yes I'm sorry 'bout your father, he was a good Commodore. But look at yourself, Commodore is it?"
Norrington couldn't help but laugh, "Yes Commodore it is."
"Now what is it that brought you here little Commodore, I know your not in need of a sword" Smitty said while nodding to the sword hanging at Norrington's side.
"You got me there, Smitty, I have come to ask for you help"
"You are looking for your sister, aren't you lad" Norrington was taken aback on how Smitty knew this already, but shook it off.
"Yes, do you have any idea of how I can find her?"
Smitty walked towards the back of the room and pulled two chairs up to a table, he then motioned for Norrington to sit. When they were both sitting he started talking,
"Aye, I might have something useful, but it depends on how you use what I share, lad." Norrington nodded and Smitty continued.
"Sam came in here around 4 years ago back when she was 16, back when she first disappeared." Norrington opened his mouth to ask why he had said the first time but soon closed it.
"Yes she has come back here since then but not many knew. Now where was I, she came in looking for a new sword, a longer one she had said, and so I made her one. She had told me her name was now Samantha Jade, and to let no one know she was in here. I nodded and let her be on her way. I almost forgot 'bout the whole meeting 'till she came back in here when she was 18" Smitty took a breathe and collected his thoughts before continuing with the story.
"She was in the market for another sword, this time she wanted engraving on the sword, I made her a beautiful sword that week. She came in here a few times to check on her sword and she told me 'bout her adventures. She went off with some Rumrunners when she was 14, and the other details I'm afraid I can not say just yet. But what I can tell ye is the name of a man you want to find. Andres Cruz, he was one of the rumrunners, you shall find him here in a tavern I would suspect."
Norrington rose from the chair, "Thank you Smitty, how can I repay you?"
Smitty shook his head, "No need lad, just come back and tell me what you heard from Andres and I shall set you straight once more I'm sure of that"
Norrington nodded and left the Blacksmith Shop in search of an Andres Cruz.
~Authors note. Hope you liked it, please review~
