A/N: Wow! Two chapters in one day! Okay... I'll admit I wrote both at once, but they were intended to be seperate anyway. I really wanted to give you, my dear readers, my rendition of James as quickly as I could. I hope the last chapter is well received, as is this one. Now, gentle readers, my hidden imagry take on the depths of the mystical and supernatural. Mwahaha... Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Pirates of the Caribbean is not owned by me and I claim no rights to it or any of it's characters. I do have the rights to Natania, and she listens to me most of the time. It is ever so hard to control your imagination.

That night, James Norrington did what any sensible man would do after losing a wanted criminal, losing his fiancé to a blacksmith, losing the fastest military vessel in the Caribbean, and jeopardizing his rank after everything he had been through. He proceed to get drunk at his favorite club. He wasn't the sort of man to allow himself to become inebriated, but after the first few drinks he felt like he earned some form of numbness.

James had a carriage take him home, rubbing his temples sorely while trying to figure out what went wrong. There was no doubt in his mind that he had done the right thing. He wanted Elizabeth to be happy, even if it wasn't with him. She was a fine woman and deserving of happiness. Jack Sparrow, sorry, Captain Jack Sparrow was a pirate, but maybe Mr. Turner had been right. Maybe, in his own way, he was a good man. James huffed a bit at the last thought.

'Still a bloody pirate that I'll see hung' he reassured himself.

His butler opened the door and welcomed Commodore Norrington's return. James faintly heard something about his accumulated mail in his study. Waving his hand in dismissal, James slowly made his way in that direction. He wasn't so horribly drunk that he couldn't find his balance, but it was making him increasingly sleepy.

Turning the handle to the darkened room, he moved carefully over to his fine mahogany desk and lit a lantern. He winced a bit at the sudden light, his eyes slowly growing accustomed to it. Sitting down, not even bothering to remove his hat, jacket, or even sword. James' fingers ran over pieces of parchment that were neatly piled on his desk, obviously the mail from his absence. His jacket felt terribly stifling so he unbuttoned the top two for some faint ventilation. He flipped through the envelopes, reading the return addresses.

At first, nothing seemed to gain his interest. He was becoming more tired and didn't want to take the time reading every letter. James let out a slow sigh past his lips when he caught notice of a strange piece of paper. It was folded inwards from the corners with a black seal holding it shut, and only his name scrawled with flourish was all that made him certain it wasn't mistakenly delivered. It even smelt a little strange, something faintly flowery that tickled his nose a bit. He couldn't quite make out the shape of the seal, certainly no house he was familiar with. James then realized it was not, in fact, a house seal, but rather the strange shape of two crossed lines with ornate markings, the vertical line having two round markings on each end. It wasn't sinister but very discomforting, like a secret never to be revealed.

His brow furrowed for a moment, but slowly relaxed as curiosity tickled him from the back of his mind. It pushed him gently, urging him on to open the letter with more force at each beat of his heart. Relenting at last, he popped it open.

Something tumbled out onto his desk, and gold lettering sparkled in the lantern light on the parchment. 'Not all treasure is silver and gold' it read with lovely flourish. James, however, was a little confused. The alcohol in his system was making it too difficult to contemplate philosophical words, so he stuffed the envelope and letter into his jacket's inner pocket and leaned back in his chair, making ready to stand.

He intended to go upstairs and get some much needed sleep for Sparrow's hunt tomorrow, when the shift in position made a glint catch his eye. He hadn't really paid attention to what fell from the parchment as he had opened it, but it sat quietly glimmering from the flame the lantern provided. It was a medallion, gold in color, which he slowly gathered it in his hand and pulled closer to examine properly.

James had never seen such perfect craftsmanship in something that was smaller than the palm of his hand. It featured full profile of two figures, one male, one female, with their backs pressed together. Each had their eyes closed with a very content smile on their faces. It reminded him of how he looked to Elizabeth when she told him she gave her hand to him freely and unconditionally, of how his heart soared and tried to carry him away with it. The figures clasped hands and had their fingers intertwined, both bowing heads slightly and both with one knee bent at an angle, the other foot seemed to dangle downwards and not touch the ground.

It seemed odd to James, until his eyes moved up and took notice of why. From the shoulder of each figure a single feathered wing stretched upwards over their heads before sweeping down protectively around the two.

A beautiful and poetic image, he mused.

His thumb gently rubbed at the medallion, his eyes transfixed on it's every detail. James didn't notice how the tiredness he had pushed away earlier started to seep its way back into him. He didn't notice how the lantern's flame started to grow faint, but the medallion continued to shine all the same. He didn't notice how the room darkened beyond the normal dimness of night. He didn't realize much of anything until his eyes closed and he felt his whole body getting gently tugged, and when realization did strike he really care and let himself go limp.

Natania shifted slightly, a ray of morning light had rested on her cheek and seemed to tickle her awake. Her eyebrows kneaded in discomfort from the bright light that penetrated her eyelids with redness, so she went to roll over away from the offensive sunlight. Unfortunately she had forgotten all about falling asleep on the couch, and landed on the hardwood floor with a thud.

"Owwww…." was all she could softly whine.

Her cheek pressed against the cool wood for a moment before muttering under her breath and pushing herself upwards. Natania rubbed her forearm, which had made first contact with the floor a moment ago. Rubbing sleep from her eyes before letting out a giant cat stretch, she let out a large yawn. Her eyes, still a little blurry, glanced at the TV. The DVD had stopped after it sat unused for a while at the main screen, with the TV still on but blacked out. Squinting at the cable box above it, the green numbers read the time 6:13.

Her eyes clearing as the last bit of sleepiness was blinked away, she stepped over to the TV and turned it off, bending slightly to reach the button. Lifting her head as she started to straighten herself out, Natania noticed in the reflection of the screen that she wasn't alone in the room.

A/N: Dun dun! I really wanted this chapter up quickly so you can get a better feeling for the story. If you can tell where I got the idea for the medallion from, free cupcakes! The seal's image was very difficult to describe but it IS a real design... something I hope to address in later chapters but that's a while off. Please understand that the time for sunrise has been considered, and the numbers are important. It's a toughy to decipher.