Author's note: So for people keeping up with this story, I will continue on James Norrington's plight. Don't expect any new characters until the third chapter. Thanks and hope you like this chapter. Remember, this does not include Dead Man's Chest.

Disclaimer: If I did own Pirates of the Caribbean, I would be in it and by the looks of it, I won't be any time soon. So until then, the Mouse near the rat trap still has it.

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Gillette knocked on the Commodore's door but no one answered. He looked at the door and saw a note.

To whom it may concern,

I, Commodore James Norrington, am taking leave of today because I feel ill. Please forgive me if I miss any appointments. I will be at the Flowers Garden house. If you need me, please send a messenger and I will come as soon as I can.

Thank you.

Commodore James Norrington

Oh well, I really don't need him today anyway. Gillette turned and walked away. My, he has gone deeper into the bottle, hasn't he? This is the second time in a month that he told the crew he was ill. He was walking along the various ports, that make up the harbour and nodding to the crew and various people on the ships. "Hello Lieutenant Gillette." He turned around and saw Elizabeth Swann standing there with her fiancé, Will Turner.

"Hello Ms. Swann." He kissed her hand and shook Will's hand politely. "I see that you are getting married, that is the latest gossip I heard from your side of the yard." He said jokingly.

She smiled and nodded. "Please tell Lieutenant, is James here?"

He looked at Will and he had a jealous look upon his face.

"No, sorry. He wasn't feeling well so he went home."

Elizabeth looked down for a moment and then said to Will, softly, "Please, I need to clear the air with him. I will feel terrible if I don't." Will nodded softly. "Is he at home? Do you think he will accept my company?"

"Dear Ms. Swann he is at home, but I don't think you should go." He leaned in and said in an audible whisper, "He has been deep in liquor and he misses you." Elizabeth sighed and nodded once again. She looked at the Lieutenant and smiled and thanked him and went to find a taxi.

She was walking too fast for Will. "Elizabeth, where are you going? Didn't you not hear the man? He said 'he misses you'. Doesn't that indicate that you need to leave him alone?"

She stopped and turned to Will. "Listen, this is for my own sanity. If I get married in front of James, without me explaining my point, I don't think I could hold back tears of sadness for him. Do me a favour and tell Jack that I won't be gone long. Two hours at the most."

She resumed her walking and whistled for a taxi. She got in and rode to the Flowers Garden house. She looked out of the carriage and noticed so many things have changed. Like the open air market was operating only on Mondays and Fridays, when it was open all week, except Sunday of course. The Blacksmith shop was closed and was moved elsewhere. Daisy's flower shop got bigger. She smiled because she had so many fond memories of that place. It used to be just two people selling the best and most rarest flowers on the street corner and she used to help. Now, it was a huge shop and everyone got their flowers their and they had more helpers than they could count.

When she arrived in front of the house, she looked at the place. It was tall and imposing and just two colours; white and blue. Elizabeth gulped and paid the driver and went up the four steps and knocked on the door.

"This is the house of Commodore James Norrington. May I help you?" A male servant said.

"Yes. My name is Elizabeth Swann and I have come here to talk to the Commodore."

"Do you have an appointment?"

Elizabeth didn't know what to say, "Well…no. But if you send word that I am here, I am certain that he will see me."

The servant had a defiant look upon his face. Elizabeth tried to look in, but the servant blocked her view. "Very good madam, would you like to come in?" Elizabeth nodded and went into the main hall. "Please stay there Miss Swann." The male servant went up one, two, three flights of stairs and went to the end of the hall. "I am certain he will see me." See you right to the door. The servant thought mockingly. The servant knocked on a double door and said, "A Miss Elizabeth Swann is here to see you sir. Should I send her away?"

Norrington was awoken by a huge knock. He groaned and sat upright in his bed. He rubbed his face and put the bottle to his lips, but there was no drink left. Never drink a whole bottle of sherry in one sitting. "Could you repeat that?"

The male servant sighed and said, "A Miss Swann is here to see you."

Elizabeth? Are you coming back? What to do, what to do. "Yes let her in and send her to my office." "Very good sir." and the servant went.

What should I do…a rose! Now where is that blasted vase? He picked out a long stemmed rose and put it in his hand. He bolted out of the bedroom and immediately ran back; he forgot his wig. He ran down the three fights of steps and gained his composure in the main hall and walked to the office.

He stopped at the door, hoping to get a smell of her perfume. He took a deep breath and went in. "Hello, Miss Swann. I heard that you are getting married. Congratulations." He walked up to her and offered his hand.

"James, are you still using formality with me? I was hoping you could call me Elizabeth, for I look to you as a friend. And thank you." She looked at his outstretched hand and instead, had him in a hug. "James I missed you." She let go and looked back at him. "Yes this marriage is quite sudden, but Will wants it." She turned and looked at the books and noticed a lot of familiar names. Doyle, Dickens, Hemingway. What a reader. Too bad he isn't home much.

James had concern written all over his face. "Please sit down." He remembered the rose and gave it to her. She smelled it just like on the beach; smelling, trying to get the scent of the rose and of him. He took a seat on the right side of the fireplace, facing the window outside. She took the chair to the left side of the fireplace and had a view of his certificates and medals. It pained him to look at Elizabeth in that chair; he knew that would be the first and last time she would sit in it.

"Is anything wrong, Elizabeth?" She looked at him and gave him a weak version of her smile.

"No. Well, maybe there is." Elizabeth looked at James and told him straight in the eye, "James, I know that you loved me and it would pain me, as much as you, to go to my wedding. If you feel you can't, that is all right." She looked down and said in a confession sort of voice, "I loved you too. But I guess you have to let people go, if you love them. I fell in love with Will and he has become my best friend and lover. I don't think I could have do the same for you. And please forgive me if you feel I used you, to get Will back as a wedding present. I did not mean to hurt you."

Norrington was stunned. She has never confessed her love for him. Why now? With every word, his heart broke and to make matters even worse, the topping on the cake was; 'Will has become my best friend and lover.'. He gulped back tears and said to her, "It's alright Elizabeth. Anything else you would like to say to me?"

She looked surprised and said, "No. But guess who is coming to the wedding?" She said in a happy voice, trying to change the subject.

James was annoyed at this, playing guessing game with someone who just spat in his face. "Who, Miss Swann?" Elizabeth didn't even notice the formality and said, "Jack Sparrow's daughter."

Norrington now was surprised. "A daughter? What daughter?"

Elizabeth giggled, "Yes, that is what I said. Jack said to me," She did her best Jack Sparrow voice, "'I was having too much fun in Tourtuga, savvy? And what happens twenty years later, a kid comes around and claims I am her father. I was scared out of me skull. She explained her evidence and she is correct. Now she is a pirate, just like me. And a captain of her own crew.' and he was so proud of that fact." Norrington laughed.

Elizabeth sighed and looked behind her. "James, I must get going. Its getting dark out." James nodded with sadness and let her out the front door. She put her hand to his face, looked at him and smiled, and walked out. Norrington sent his own coach to take her home and away she went. James closed the door and went up to his bedroom. He looked at the empty bottles of drink strewn around him, sighed and went on his bed and fell asleep.

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