Disclaimer: don't own these people, except for the ones one in the POTC film.
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Governor Swann paced back and forth in his study. It was well past eight o'clock - the time that Norrington had promised to be back by. Something must have gone wrong; James must have been caught. Governor Swann shook his head. A commodore, arrested by his subordinates - shameful, especially since James was the ranking officer in Port Royal. James could have ordered them to turn a blind eye, or to never speak of the incident to anyone, on pain of death.
But, the Governor knew, James was not the sort of man that killed out of cold blood - though this crime should really be qualified as a crime of heated passion - and Governor despised men that would not stand tall to do their duty. He should have know that Norrington would be too weak to kill the blacksmith. And now, seeing as Norrington was not yet back, he was presumably caught and beginning his slow rot in the fort's cold stone cell.
Governor Swann snorted. James Norrinton...he could have been great, with the help of the Governor, but now, he had fallen from grace. Governor Swann turned to his cabinet of legal documents and other such papers and began the laborious process of washing his hands of Commodore James Norrington.
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A/N: yes, I am purposely making the chapters really short. I'm going to torture you over the Elizabeth business a bit longer...but don't worry, resolution is in the next chappie! (Which I might split into a load of little chapters just to torture you further, but I haven't decided if I can be bothered to go to all that trouble...)