"Who are you?" James Norrington asked the sleeping woman in the bed before him. He wasn't going to get a reply any time soon so he stood from the chair he had placed by the girl's bedside and placed his ornate tricorn atop a perfectly white wig, turning his back to her and walking towards the door.

"I could have sworn I told you that last night James Norrington." He stopped, or perhaps he was going to get that reply after all. He turned to see a pair of smoldering silvery eyes upon him that made him less than comfortable. She slowly sat up but clutched the thick quilt to her, her eyes widened. "Where are my clothes?" Norrington would have averted his gaze like a proper gentleman but the strange jolly rodger imprinted with black ink on her skin caught his eye. He stared at it and spoke slowly.

"Being washed…Now where did you come from? Better yet-"

"How do I know your name? Tourtuga, I came from there and I got my information from there. From a one William Turner, oh yes, him and that girl he was with were sure pleased to tell me how you had managed to seem noble but not really…" She smirked, James' eyes widened.

"Elizabeth? She's ok??" The woman who called herself Morgan paused then nodded slowly.

"Yes…I suppose that was her name. They seemed a bit at odds with each other but were decent to me enough…" She smiled a bit and shrugged. James sighed, at least they were safe, well, Elizabeth was, he couldn't care less about Mr. Turner.

"How did you get here then?"

"Sea Turtles I believe the story goes…though I don't have back hair so I had to use some from my head." A smile crossed her lush crimson lips, she winked at him. James rolled his eyes and mumbled something about the worst pirate story he had ever heard.

"You know I could turn you in and they would hang you." James drew his sword and walked up to Morgan holding the blade parallel to her throat. This threat didn't seem to phase Morgan at all.

"They could try. They tried in Port George and It didn't work."

"Really now?"

"Yes…Once again, Sea Turtles." James rolled his eyes.

"Look Pirate, or otherwise I don't give a damn, what do you want from me?" Morgan's jovial mood dropped like a rock into a stony look.

"The heart."

"I don't have it." James said curtly, leaning towards her, challenging her.

"Then Tell me where it resides." She leaned forewords towards him.

"I cannot do that."

"Cannot or Will not?"

"Both." James said through clenched teeth, their faces inches apart. Morgan scoffed.

"James Norrington There is something bigger afoot than your stupid promotion and your foolish job security!" She pulled the blade away from her throat.

"Pirates are a dying breed Miss Sejno! What ever crazy scheme your lot is trying to come up with it will end badly! The East India Trading company in part with the British Royal Navy intends on ridding these seas of your kind and make the waters safe again." Morgan glared at him.

"Is that what they are telling you James? Or are you telling yourself that so you can live with yourself while they murder thousands of innocent and otherwise." She said with a dark tone. "The East India Trading Company's flag is turning red for a reason, can you live with that?" The tension in the air was thick, only cut by a sharp knock on the door.

"A-Admiral…your sister is here!" The timid maid said. James sighed heavily.

"Oh lord…what does she want?"

"She won't say sir. She just wants to talk to you." James rubbed the bridge of his nose and walked downstairs, into the parlor.

"Dear sister of mine there had better be good reason for your unannounced visit, I'm currently dealing with matters that need my attention."

"James Norrington!" He winced slightly at the loud voice, coming from his sister. How did one so small make such a noise. The woman barely came to James' chin, with thick chocolate hair that fell in curls from her neat up-do. "I heard from the Doctor's wife that you are keeping a woman here…A pirate!" Oh hell, not this, not the meddling. "How dare you let a woman just shack up in your house James! You just got back and your promotion to admiral do you want to lose it all?"

"She just showed up in the middle of the night and passed out in my study Anne, It's really not my fault!" The woman narrowed her eyes in suspicion at her brother.

"If anyone else finds out about this…It could stain your career! You know how bad the gossip spread when Miss Swann-"

"Do not speak that woman's name in my presence!" James said sternly. He took a deep breath and sighed, looking to the slightly frightened woman. "My apologies…"

"James, Mother and I are worried about you, after everything: chasing after that horrible pirate, loosing your crew, the engagement being broken." James turned away and looked at the fire darkly.

"Do not bring them up."

"Mother and I think that you should find a woman, a good woman, settle down and improve your career." James glanced at his sister.

"I don't need a woman to distract me from concentrating on my career right now Anne, I just want to rid the world of Pirates."

"James be reasonable! Settle down with a good woman and stop fooling around with this common whore!" James scoffed.

"Did it ever occur to you that she might not be a common whore? She's gotten sick from her travels!"

"Oh James please don't tell me she's a pirate!" James shuffled a bit, he debated for a moment, not long enough before he did something that would cause great trouble for both him and Morgan.

"Anne I need your help." Anne's brow raised.

"Need my help? What did you get yourself into James?"

"I just need you to convince them she's not a whore long enough to figure out why she's here, anything to convince them." A smirk on Anne's lips formed.

"Anything?" That smirk made James nervous.

"Fine…yes."

"Does she have any suitable clothing?"

"Not that I know of…"

"Alright then…I'll be taking her shopping tomorrow, I don't know what she looks like but I can find something suitable I guess." James nodded.

"O-Ok!" Something told him that Shopping for the latest London fashions was not high on Morgan's list of hobbies.

"Ten Sharp James!" With that his oh so dear sister turned heel and left the house. James stood there in a stupor for a moment before walking back upstairs, someone what going to have to break the poor girl the news.