A/N: Wow! Reviews! Awww thankies!! I'm posting this chapter in a hurry. My mother read the first two and threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't put up the other. Well, not really... but you should of heard the exclamation she made after reading the last line! This chapter has a subtle cute reference, so keep your eyes peeled. I do hope you guys are enjoying this. Reviews, historical references, and even witty banter is welcome.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or Commodore James Norrington. A girl can dream however... Natania is lucky because not only does not have to dream to get any fictional character, and even more fortunate to be owned by myself.

Natania: Hey!

Sorry... but atleast you get to have some good fun. Speaking of which, enjoy!

Resting in a stuffed red leather recliner which sat in the corner of the living room of Natania's house was a man. A sleeping man, who wore a hat, a wig, a sword, a pistol, and an outfit with enough gold brocade to be a classed as a Mardi Gras float. He seemed rather peaceful, and was terribly handsome even though he was a good decade older than her. But none of that seemed to register in Natania's mind, only fear at a stranger being in her home.

"AHHHH!!!!!" was all that could come out of her mouth.

James Norrington woke with a start and jumped a bit in his seat, letting out a startled yelp. Everything sort of hit him at once, he didn't remember much after leaving the club, and a slight throb in the back of his head was evidence of his drinking that evening. Did he enter the wrong home? It certainly wasn't familiar and had all manner of strange things inside. To make matters worse some poor young girl wearing funny breeches woke him and was absolutely terrified.

Natania rushed out into the next room. She had screamed in terror when she should have stayed calm and called the police. There wasn't time for that. If she ran upstairs she was trapped, if she ran outside there was no guarantee she would reach another house before he caught her, and she couldn't get to a phone.

Spinning around she saw him starting to sit up, not noticing how surprised he looked as well. He was going to get her! She glanced around the room quickly looking for something, anything, to hold him back with. Cast iron stove, piano, rocking chair, no… wait! Natania saw, what she thought, was her salvation. It was a replica Spanish sword, curved and with a slightly sharp edge, hanging to the side of the mantle of the fireplace. It was heavier then a real sword would have been, but she would secretly swing it around pretending to be a Musketeer or a swashbuckling rogue as a child.

Reaching up with both hands and grabbing the handle, she grabbed it and pointed the tip towards the advancing stranger. It was heavy, not as heavy as she remembered, but she kept both hands on the hilt to make sure it wouldn't falter.

James Norrington was not unfamiliar with having a sword pointed at him. His hand immediately went to his own hilt in reaction, but felt that would make the situation worse. The added annoyance of a throbbing sensation in the back of his skull, no doubt the result of last night's indulgence, added further difficulty. His pace of thinking was similar to a wagon stuck in a foot and half of mud. Grinding the resilient gears in his brains, James forced himself to evaluate the situation as a military man. He was, in fact, the intruder and she had done nothing wrong in wanting to defend herself. James slowly raised his hands as a sign of surrender and looked softly into the piercing brown eyes of the young woman before him. He tried so hard to convey with his own green eyes that he meant no harm, knowing it would be helpless at the frightened female. Questions danced behind both their eyes, too much to say at once.

"Who are you?! Why are you in my home?!" was all Natania managed to get out, letting her fierceness wash over her fear. 'Don't show any weakness or it's over', she whispered in her mind.

He winced at the volume of the young woman's voice; it had sent a faint streak of pain to that throbbing part of his skull. "My name is Commodore James Norrington of His Majesty's Royal Navy" James offered in a soft voice. Years of saying his title with force and commanding presence wouldn't help here, he needed to be gentle and understanding. This was something he was not terribly used to. "I am sorry Miss, I didn't mean to enter your home and frighten you."

A few words didn't make sense to Natania. She didn't make the connection of the name, the man standing before her, and the movie she watched last night. Fear had driven most of her rationality away, and only a sliver of that rationality was present, dominated by pure survival instinct. 'His Majesty' and 'Royal' felt unnatural on her ears, and she shifted her weight ever so slightly from that unfamiliarity.

"Then why were you asleep in my HOUSE" she hissed through clenched teeth.

'Why am I here?' James wondered in silence, his eyes unfocused. 'Didn't I… yes… I did go home. Brian opened the door for me, I went to my study… I read my mail… how did it lead me here?' He shifted a little, searching his mind for answers, when suddenly something in his memory stirred. He opened his mouth, more out of surprise then to answer. 'That medallion! But how?! How did it-'

"WELL?" Natania growled inching closer. She had watched James deep in thought, then realization wash over his features. At one point he looked like he was going to say something, but didn't, which only made her angrier and feel more uncomfortable.

James looked back into her eyes and shook his head slowly. "I am not sure myself Miss… please. I mean you no harm. I do not understand this situation myself, but lower your sword." He winced a bit, the last words sounded more like threat then he intended. His hangover wasn't retreating fast enough.

Natania was taken aback by his command, and she didn't trust him enough to obey. "I'm calling the police."

She intended to push him back into the living room so she could reach a phone by advancing on him with her blade. In her mind, he was slowly step back with each of her step forward until she was able to reach with one hand the phone. Then she could dial 911 while she held him off with her sword still. Simple.

However, James took her saying 'I'm calling the police' as to mean she would literally shout until patrolling marines would arrive. The young girl advancing on him was not what he thought she meant, and the situation seemed not to bode well. James would have to handle this situation himself, maybe even calm her down, but that sword posed a problem and needed to be disposed of.

In a swift motion James reached to his side and drew his sword. It flashed across the streaming sunlight and parried back Natania's sword. She let out a gasp and tried to hold on. It was heavy, so it swung away out of danger, and her grip loosened. He swung across again, very careful to make contact with the blade and not its wielder. Her arms trembled under the reverberations, it being pushed the opposite way now. She swung back at him with all her strength, more trying to fend him off then attack. James saw this as his opportune moment, with a slight bitter memory dangling in the back of his mind, and parried to throw her off balance.

Clang! The two blades made contact a third time. She stumbled under the force, dropping her sword as she began to fall. Releasing his own blade he caught her wrists and spun her around, pulling her against his body, arms crossed over her chest. James squeezed his forearms over her arms and his feet planted firmly spaced behind her so she wouldn't flail and hit him.

Natania squirmed against him, tears building up in her eyes and whimpers caught in her throat. James held fast, but felt horrible for being in this position. What on earth did this poor girl think of him now?

"Easy, easy there. I swear on my honor no harm will come to you." James whispered feeling like he was comforting a skittish horse then a young woman. The soft scent from her hair cemented in place that this was, indeed, a woman and not the former.

After a few moments, Natania relaxed in his grip and lowered her head in defeat. He felt her breathing slow down, and her pulse relax though it still was fast. James let out a slow breath and finally took in his surroundings.

The room was fairly peculiar, a mixture of familiar design and unknown. The walls were not wooden nor wallpaper, having a rough texture with parchment color. A fixture on the ceiling hung with three lanterns that had strange round globes in them and four wooden blades close to its base. A wooden structure that had a series of cabinets and drawers was covered in odd trinkets that he had not dared wonder their purpose sat on the far end of the room. A bit closer was a stove made of cast iron, something he recognized which brought some comfort. The walls had paintings of landscapes, and even a portrait of a very young girl. Close to his right sat a few rocking chairs and what could best be described as a piano that had been cut short and pushed against the wall.

"What… is this place?" James couldn't help but voice.

This got a sarcastic snort from Natania. "It's my house. I thought I made that clear."

He would have dwindled on that remark longer if it wasn't for the state of confusion he was in. He disregarded the retort and looked around again. "No… I've never seen a house decorated like this in Port Royal, or London for that matter."

"Huh?" her mind had started to relax after the confrontation. She still didn't feel comfortable, and especially not safe after being trapped in his arms. 'Port Royal… Port Royal… why was that familiar. Oh right, that was in Jamaica. Wait, wasn't it in the movie? His voice did sound familiar… what did he say his name was? I was so scared I didn't really care. Wait… no…'

"C-Commodore Norrington? Are you really- are you really Commodore Norrington?"

James heard his name mentioned. The strange room let him confused, his fading hangover even more confused, but hearing his title centered him again. He actually felt comforted by the recognition, even if her accent was very odd.

"Yes. You… know me?"

Her stomach did a little flip. 'This doesn't make SENSE! I mean, I always thought the Commodore was cute, okay sexy, but what the hell was he doing in my house… in the 21st century… in New York!!'

"Sort of…" was all that Natania could meekly get out. "Can you um… can you let me go? I won't hit you or call the police."

James blushed, remembering what close proximity they were in and released his grip, stepping back while apologizing. "Forgive me for my actions…"

She paused for a moment, breathing deeply. Was this real? She peeked over her shoulder a bit, catching a glimpse of blue, black, white, and gold. Her bright brown eyes found his soft green ones as she turned, facing him in full. Natania came face to face with Commodore James Norrington for the first time.

A/N: I tried to keep this all realistic as possible. I don't think you would jump on a strange man suddenly in your house even if you felt he was and object of your desire. Natania is by no means a MarySue, so yeah she's going to try and protect herself. She might not be good at it, and be completely terrified... but she's too stubborn to just give up. I think MarySues have some realistic traits in them because they are, though fictional, women. Caricatures of women, yes, but every fictional woman has atleast a grain of truth in them. Thus, if Natania seems MarySueish, it's mostly because she is, in fact, a woman. No more updates for today.

-flees before her mother can find her-