A/N: I still managed to update even though I have school. Because writing is my joy. R&R!

Disclaimer: Nope. Jack, Will, & Norrington are not mine. Though I'd like them to be.

Chapter 3:Norrington's Search

Leaving Beckett's office, Norrington headed to the docks. He distinctly remembered the last time he was here. The first was when Sparrow had kidnapped Isabel, the second being the time he headed out to search for her, and the third was arriving at the docks was Isabel in tow. But she got away again. Did she not love him as he loved her? Did Isabel prefer Jack over him? Had she willingly leave Port Royal? All these questions had no answers and they befuddled his mind. And worse, he did not know where to start. He did not know where Sparrow's ship headed, and for what reason. They could be anywhere in the seas. And what was he to do? Roam the Caribbean endlessly?

He sighed and approached a merchant ship. "I've got a few hundred shillings. Can you offer me passage to Tortuga?"

The merchant stared at him. "What business you got in Tortuga, Commodore?"

"Looking for my love."

"Them harlots ask fer a lot of money, you know. But still, I'll take half of what you got on you for a trip to Tortuga." He turned to his ship and continued to tie on the cargo.

At first, Norrington didn't understand what the merchant meant. After a few moments, he realized that the man had misunderstood him.

"Just to clear things up a bit, I am not looking for a prostitute. I'm looking for my fiancé."

"Oh! Pardon me. My apologies, sir."

"That's fine."

The merchant beckoned Norrington to board the ship. Just as he stepped onto the boat, he saw that his trip would not be very comfortable.

"You may not be used to this type of boat, seeing you as a commodore would prefer a more fancy way of getting around, eh?"

"…it's fine with me." Norrington noticed the mud and dirt on the deck and grimaced.

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"So tell me, Jack. Why aren't Will and Elizabeth accompanying us on this trip?" I hadn't had the chance to ask him this for days.

"Busy, if I remember correctly. Heard Elizabeth say they were getting married." Jack squinted at the horizon through his spyglass.

"Oh? When?"

"Late November, I daresay. Why do you ask, love?" He turned his attention away from the sea and looked at me.

"Will we be there? To witness their marriage?"

"Aye, at all costs."

"Do you have an idea of where we're going now?" I changed the subject.

"Aye." Jack looked smug.

"Where?"

"Curacao."

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For two days and one night, Norrington and the merchant battled the storms and sailed to Tortuga. They finally arrived midday at the ports of Tortuga. The little towns, inns, and bars were just as he remembered them a month ago. Sighing, he stepped off the ship and brushed his uniform.

"Here's your two-hundred shillings, my good man." Norrington handed a sack of gold.

"My pleasure, Commodore." He took the bag and went back to his ship.

I wonder. Could they be here? Luck only comes once, old boy. Norrington scoured the alleyways, bars, and shops. He asked every house if they've seen a tall dark skinned man with long hair and braids with a woman with light brown, almost blonde hair. All said they had seen nothing as they shut the door in his face.

He almost lost hope until he saw a man whom he did not ask.

"Sir, have you seen a man with long, black hair come here with a brown haired woman?"

"I'm not good with descriptions, lad. Names, if you can."

One of the man's eyes where blurred and yellowed from age and poor vision. He looked at Norrington out of his other eye.

"Jack Sparrow? Have you seen Jack Sparrow here lately?" His voice faltered as if afraid that this man's answer would be like the others'.

"Jack! Of course I know Jack. Aye, he was here a week ago." The man's voice slurred from the rum.

"He was? Do you know where he went? Where he's headed?" Norrington's voice became louder and more demanding.

"Why ye want to know?" The yellowed eye became suspicious.

"Because…Jack has something that I want."

"Well, lad. I can't say I know exactly where he is. But he's probably on an island not far from here. Less than three-hundred miles from Tortuga, I'll bet."

"Many thanks, sir. Is there a map maker in town?"

"Go straight, make a left on the second corner, and turn right."

Norrington looked down the street and scurried off.

The man gave a hearty laugh and drained the rum.

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