Amanda's head hurt . . . bad. She also had the oddest sensation of moving, but she was not moving her legs. Why could she not open her eyes? Finally, whoever was carrying her put her down.

"Amanda? Amanda, darling, wake up."

Amanda managed to open her eyes. Leaning over her was a triumphant James Norrington. "What did you do?" The look of his face told her that he had to have done something.

"I tricked them! I got everything! We can no w return to Port Royal and get our life together back."

"What did you take?" asked a very confused Amanda.

"The heart of Davy Jones and the Commission papers! All we have to do is get off of this island."

"Where are the others? What about them?"

"They left in the long boat. Davy Jones' crew went after them when they were done chasing me. We have the prize and are free to go home."

"How are we going to do that? This island is uninhabited."

"Is that your last question?" joked Norrington. Amanda had never seen him this excited. "Thanks to Elizabeth Swann, I know exactly how to get off this island. We will set it on fire!"

It did not take long for a HMS ship to come along and rescue them. Soon Amanda and Norrington found themselves back in Port Royal.

Amanda paced back and forth across Norrington's office. She was waiting for him to return from his meeting with Lord Cutler Beckett.

Amanda was overjoyed to be back on the island of Jamaica. This is where she grew up and had first fallen in love with James. It was so relaxing to finally be wearing a fancy dress, even if the corset was a bit too tight. After what seemed like hours, Norrington returned, in one hand he had a brand new uniform, in the other was his old sword (the one that Will had made). The huge grin on his face made Amanda smile. "Commodore again are we?"

"Nope, better then Commodore, I'm now Admiral James Norrington."

Amanda shrieked with joy and flung his arms around Norrington, causing him to drop his uniform and sword. "You did it," said Amanda as she hugged him, "You got your life back."

"Yes, yes I did. I got everything that I lost back, except for Elizabeth."

"James, look at me," Amanda pulled him close to her. She could feel his heart beating against her chest. "You don't need her. You have me." All thoughts of Miss. Swann were lost as Amanda and James kissed passionately.

The sun was slowly setting into the Caribbean Sea as Governor Swann said his farewell to Norrington on the docks of Port Royal.

"Thank you so much for the good news about my daughter's safety. If you hear more please write to me, Admiral Norrington," said the Governor.

"Sir, it has been my honor and privilege to serve you throughout your term as Governor of Port Royal. I wish you a safe return to England," said Norrington as he bowed in respect.

"Ah, James, if only my daughter would have chosen you. You and her would be coming with me. We would make a fine family." Governor Swann stepped off the dock and into the long boat with Mr. Mercer.

"It is my greatest regret, sir."

"As is mine," answered the Governor. And that was the last time that Norrington ever saw the Governor of Port Royal.

A knock at his door caused Norrington to jump out of bed and grab the shirt that he had just taken off moments ago. "Just a second!" he called out, but the door opened anyway.

Amanda stepped inside Norrington's room and shut the door behind her. Norrington had not had enough time to button his shirt up. His eyes roamed over Amanda's body in her night dress. "Amanda, this is not proper, not befitting of my rank."

"Can you forget your rank for one night, James?" Amanda walked over to him. "Can't you see I'm troubled?"

"Then what's troubling you, my dear Amanda?"

"I heard you were leaving in the morning."

"Yes."

"You were not going to tell me?"

"I was going to inform you of my new station on the Flying Dutchman in the morning. I am to have charge of the ship."

"Am I coming?"

"No."

Amanda nodded her head. "The perhaps you should say your good-buys now. You will not see me again."

"Amanda, don't say that. I'll return for you."

"I won't be here, Admiral. I have had enough of Lord Cutler Beckett and his silly tea parties. I have had more then enough of following you around, hoping that one day you will love me. I'm sick of living in Elizabeth Swann's shadow . . ."

"Amanda, if you wait for me, I'll resign my position in the Caribbean and return with you to England. There, in England, I plan to make you my bride."

Amanda was shocked, "James . . .do you mean it?"

Norrington smiled, "Every word of it."

Amanda smiled back, "Well then, the future Mrs. Norrington well retire to her quarters for the night and shall await your return."

"Good-night, Amanda."