A/N: I really can't wait for the chapter after this one to go up. But this has to come first, sadly. I'm so glad for all the reviews! Keep 'em coming! I can't tell you how happy they made me and I promise to reply to each one. This chapter is really from Norrington's perception. It's not in first person, it's more like the camera is planted behind him for the most part. I also am REALLY enjoying writing this, but I have to keep my writings a step or two ahead of the postings. This way I can go over it for corrections and make sure the flow is good.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or Commodore James Norrington. I don't believe in slavery. However, my indentured servant Natania does belong to me.

Natania: Hey, if this is your idea of work... you should show me what play time is like. I get to have fun with James for a living.

No need to remind me. -grumbles-

Up until this point, James Norrington had not seen much of modern day technology. Natania's home was supposed to be furnished in an Early American fashion so it came across as distantly familiar to James (even though America had not gained it's independence in his time just yet.) All of the electrical lights in the house were off, and the steam radiators had clicked off prior to their waking. If there had been a blackout, none would really be the wiser. To James, he had indeed noticed odd objects along side familiar, such as an oil lantern (her parents kept these around for style and in case of blackouts) with a strange long black device that looked faintly like a pistol with a red shiny trigger.

Natania led the confused Commodore into her kitchen. This further confused him, seeing large shiny boxes, smooth speckled counters with all sorts of shiny and black contraptions on top. She reached over, moving her fingers gently over something on the wall which responded with an audible click. In the same instant the white ceiling of the room lit up brightly, causing James to flinch and swallow a gasp. She seemed nonplused by the light and more startled by his reaction. His eyes were fixed on the glow overhead, and only drew his gaze from it when he felt her hand touch his. It comforted him a bit and she pulled out a wooden chair with a short back, motioning for him to sit.

"How… how does that work? I see no flicker of flame and it lit in only an instant." James gazed back to the ceiling for a moment before back to Natania. She had a slightly amused smile on her face, but it wasn't insulting.

"Right… even the study of static electricity didn't come around until the 18th century really. And even then the engineering only occurred in the 19th." She seemed to ponder this more to herself then answer his question. After a few moments she looked at him slowly, tilting her head and considering him. A grin slowly spread over her lips. "Alright Commodore Norrington, I shall explain it to you as best I can but on one condition."

James looked at her a bit oddly. Certainly he was lost in this world, and such a question didn't seem to require a condition for answering. He realized quickly that he was indeed a pilgrim in a strange land and had no choice but to accommodate his patron's requests. The warmth in her eyes ensured him that she meant no malice, and he did hear a hint of playfulness in her tone.

"Very well." He bowed his head slightly.

She stepped forwards and put out her hands, palm up towards him. "Please remove your hat, wig, jacket and sword."

James quirked a brow at this. "It's not appropriate at the table." she assured him with a grin.

He let out a barely audible sigh and stood up, removing his effects. As he unbuckled the scabbard from his waist, he looked down to her. "Why my wig? It does not seem inappropriate."

Natania smiled even wider, if it was at all possible. "Perhaps not, but it's not common to wear them now, especially men. Besides, I think you look better without it." He paused at her last sentence, but continued to do as she requested.

When he removed his jacket, he felt a slight relief on his body as the air passed easily through the fabric of his shirt. James draped it over her forearms gracefully as he realized he had been a bit warm under the fabric. Had she not stated it was near the end of the year, and they were located in New York? Its weather was similar to that of England, perhaps not as cold and certainly not as wet. He hadn't noticed a fire in the stove, or the familiar crackle of flames. Perhaps this was similar to the light from the ceiling.

At last he removed his hat and wig, placing both in her hands. An errant strand of hair tumbled before his eyes; he quickly brushed it aside with a silent curse.

"Much better." Natania's smile turned to one of satisfaction, perhaps a hint of triumph, as she bowed her head and took his effects into the other room.

James ignored the faint heat in his cheeks as she left and sat back down once she returned. "Okay now…" she slowly sat down across from him, drumming her fingers faintly on the wooden table. "This is tough to sum up but I'll do my best. In your time electrostatics has been already experimented on, but the full capabilities of it has not been explored. I don't think that was standard knowledge, but no matter. In 1750 a man named Benjamin Franklin linked electrostatics with lightning… something I'm sure a man living in the Caribbean is familiar with. He discovered many things and had a large share of inventions as well, including that electricity moved in a sort of current.

This current travels with a great speed and energy, and can be… er- channeled through metal wiring. However, it is very dangerous just light lightning." James shifted a bit uncomfortably at this. "It produces heat as it travels through metal, and even causes some metals to glow as intensely as firelight. Those lights overhead are a product of electricity running through it."

She watched his eyes fix on the ceiling again as unease flickered over his face. "Don't worry. There's nothing to worry about. While electricity can be rather dangerous we have many precautions and safety measures to ensure our… um… safety." Natania felt very silly saying safety twice.

"Anyway, electricity powers nearly everything in the world today. We don't need lamps for seeing in the dark or fires for warmth. It's a big change from what you're used to, but technology started to advance very quickly once electricity came into the equation."

James leaned back in his seat a bit, his eyes fixed on his hands resting on the table. This was so much for him to take in all at once, but he felt once again helpless. Lightning coursing through metal? His only encounter of this new strange technology was the glowing ceiling, and he had instinctively recoiled a bit from it. Being a military man he knew how to keep composed under stress, but in this world he had little to anchor himself on.

His eyes softened a bit as he recalled not to long ago coming face to face with skeletal pirates and even battling with them. He handled that considerably well, but the intensity of battle had pushed him into action. Now there was nothing, save a young woman that was eye level with his chest. Reminiscing more about the pirates brought forth a torrent of recent events. Elizabeth falling from the cliff. The capture of Jack Sparrow. The attack on Port Royal. The loss of the Interceptor. The search for Elizabeth. Finding Elizabeth and Sparrow. Her acceptance. Fighting undead pirates. The return to Port Royal. Sparrow escaping the noose because of Turner. Elizabeth choosing the blacksmith.

James could feel the edges of his eyes twinge begging for the wet emotional release of tears, but he refused. Perhaps this was his turn in a new world. Was there anything left for him back in Port Royal? All that was really left was his dignity, and he was not full convinced he still had that. He felt a faint darkness swell in his heart, one of hopelessness and despair. He wanted to get rid of that quickly. James finally met the gaze of Natania; she was looking to him with trepidation.

'I hope they still have rum.' He thought almost bitterly.

It was obvious to Natania that James had just gone through a sea of emotion. While the Commodore was a reserved man, his eyes betrayed him in this instance. It was difficult to make out some of what bubbled underneath, and in truth his last expression worried her. Having watched Pirates of the Caribbean many times, she knew what he had experienced and pitied him in a way. James Norrington didn't seem the sort of man to accept pity, but he did need reassurance and comfort. Her stomach let out another whine from being ignored. Then, Natania let out a grin.

"Alright, Commodore. This being your first day in a new world, I think you should be treated to a special breakfast." She slapped the table for emphasis, knocking James from his own dark world. "And I know just the thing."

A/N: Aww he has to be a little angsty. Don't worry James, you're in good hands. I hope the whole explanation of the history of electricty doesn't bore you. Besides, James asked for a lecture from Natania so he had it coming. Let's just say, when you ask her a question you're going to get your money's worth. Reviews are rays of light that encourage me to venture forwards! In other words, hearing from you guys really fuels me up to write more. Those last reviews really made me want to post this for you, because, hey, you're my audience. Enjoy, and I'll bring more as soon as I can!