Disclaimer: Nope, no change, still not any closer to POTC copyright takeover. Don't own these people, Disney does. (Curses!)
James Norrington paced outside the smithy, as he had been doing for the past twenty minutes. He knew that killing Will was wrong - that as a military man, he should be trying to uphold the law, not trying to break it. He had taken such a long to get from the Governor's mansion to the smithy it was nearly daybreak. True, it had been snowing heavily, a blizzard worthy of reckoning - but it had cleared by the time he had left, lightening to a thick, but navigable snowfall. As he had made his way to the blacksmith's shop, he had purposely dawdled, although he knew he would have to do it later if he failed now. He had been so preoccupied by his thoughts that he had not even heard the ice breaking and rending, heralding the arrival of Deadeye Alderman.
James Norrington clutched the knife in his hand even more tightly, feeling the wire-bound grip cut into his palm. He stopped his pacing and squarely faced the smithy door. It was strange - when he came here in normal circomstances (to teach Will a lesson - though he'd only done that once - or to order a sword or some other piece of metalcraft) he didn't really notice the door. But now, as he came to kill the man sleeping ignorantly behind its boards, he found himself transfixed by them. Every pit, every knot, every splintering inch of it - it all need to be studied. How the grain of the wood changed from board to board, and how the metal bindings holding it all together were tarnished and worn, rusted from years of weather exposure.
James pulled himself out of his reverie: he had to carry out the task at hand.
James slowly put a hand on the ancient wooden handle, feeling the sharp prick of splinters as they entered his flesh. He began to gradually exert pressure on the handle, could hear the latch click as the door started to open.
Just as he was about to fling open the door and rush in to do his dirty work, when the most awful scream of pain and anguish erupted from the smithy. A terrible cry of heart-wrenching depth, that made those listening want to fall on their knees and weep with the hopelessness of it all. A cry of utter dispair and loss, a sound of absolute agony. Just to hear it made your heart break.
James knew that there were few circomstances when a human being could make such a sound. When a mother loses her child, or a lover loses their other half. James's heart had made that sound when he had learned where Elizabeth's affections truely laid. And Will Turner made it now.
James could practically feel his heart stop. Will would cry out in pain for one thing alone, a thing that both Will and James himself dreaded. And James knew that his worst fear had become a reality.
Elizabeth was dead.
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A/N: Thanks for all the reviews, helps keep me inspired, even if school gets in the way. And I'm sure y'all hate me right about now, cuz I mean, geez! What a terrible place to leave you people hanging! (If you'll pardon the unintentional play on words, hee hee.) But oh well. Guess you'll have to wait and find out what happens next. Maybe I should leave you high and dry (okay,the play on wordsare NOTintetional, I swear!) and just drooling with the suspense of what's gonna happen...but no, I'm not THAT mean. Or am I...?