The night was warm.
Norrington couldn't sleep so he was walking along the beachside, with his mind focused on Jack and what had happened earlier that day. He would never admit it, but the man had grown on him and he thought of him as a friend, almost an equal.
His thoughts were interrupted by a sound, someone was walking towards him. He smiled; even in the dark could he easily see who it was. That was another thing he'd never admit, he had been watching her a lot lately, even though he knew he shouldn't, she was forbidden fruit.
He took a deep breath and then called her name. She stopped and looked around, but smiled when she saw him and then walked over to him.
"Good evening." James hoped that she couldn't hear how glad he was that she was there.
"Hi." Oh God what a beautiful smile she has.
He did his best not to stare, even though it was really hard.
"Can't you sleep either?" Dear God where did that squeaky voice come from?
He cleared his throat.
"No. I just can't stop thinking about Jack." Oh…
"Me too. It's really an awful thing that has happened."
To James surprise she started laughing.
"What could possible be that funny?"
"Nothing…but do you always talk like that?"
James grinned embarrassed. Then he noticed how sad her eyes were, even with that beautiful smile on her lips. He cleared his throat again.
"I don't suppose you wouldliketohaveacupoftea?" He cleared his throat once again and took a deep breath.
"I don't live far from here…"
"I'd like that." He stared at her. Did she really say what he thought she did?
"Well…shall we then?"
So they walked together, in silence, over to James house. He lived alone in a small mansion, except for a few servants.
"Isn't it very lonely? To live here alone?"
"Sometimes…"
He showed her to the dining room and then he went to the kitchen and made the tea himself, since the maid had gone to sleep a long time ago. He didn't want to wake her up, and he liked the thought of a secret meeting. A forbidden meeting…
They drank their tea in silence. James found himself staring at her several times. And once had she looked up, her beautiful brown eyes had met his and a strange warm feeling had growing inside his chest.
"Shouldn't you be…" He had forgotten to swallow and nearly choked on the tea. He coughed and then smiled to show her that he was ok.
"No…we postponed it."
They finished their tea, she stood up ready to leave, but James stopped her.
"It's very late so…" He took a deep breath. Now or never!
"… maybe you could spend the night here. I have a guestroom of course!" He blushed and looked away, but not for long. He looked at her and noticed a smile on the face of his dreams.
A dream…more than that could she never be… she was forbidden.
She said yes to his offer and James followed her upstairs to the guestroom.
"You are one strange man", she said before kissing his cheek and then she closed the door.
Dawn was near, but James couldn't sleep. He had been twisting and turning all night. He couldn't stop thinking about her. The kiss she had given him…the memory of her body beneath his earlier…
He sighed and pressed his pillow over his face. His thoughts weren't right he knew that, but he couldn't help it. He had never had a desire like this before, and knowing that she was sleeping in the room next to his was enough to drive him mad.
He sighed and eventually gave in to his lusts, knowing that he would hate himself the next morning.
The fact that his reputation would be ruined if anyone found out didn't bother him one bit, his mind was focused on one thing…
Anamaria…