Erica Sparrow: Jack is coming! I promise! Just give him a few more chapters, however. Right now I'm concentrating on developing the start of the sub-plot, developing Norrington's character, and giving the reader glimpses into his various relationships with other characters. Don't worry, it gets really interesting when he comes in! P.S. How can you not like Norrington? He's so amazing, and so dashingly handsome, and so wonderful and spectacular, and... oh boy I'm going crazy over him again! You can probably even tell how much I love him through my writing, I always decorate him with hidden compliments! Anyways, thanks for your reviews! I hope you keep reading and enjoying!

Chapter Three:

James set path onto what seemed an empty balcony, sitting upon a chair and extending his legs as so his feet rested upon the railing. He casually sipped a glass of his favorite wine, breathing peacefully the night's thick air. Just as he'd begun to collect his thoughts a woman's voice emerged from the shadows of the opposing side.

"It certainly doesn't seem so big until you stand before it." The woman's voice was relaxed, filled mainly with a questioning manner and a sense of wonder.

Norrington removed his feet from their rather improper position and heaved himself to his feet. Rather intrigued by such a statement, he took the liberty of developing a reply.

"It can be a formidable friend, or even a foe, at that, if you do not how to control or approach it. One can expect dire results if selfish motives are pursued. The sea is most unforgiving."

She faintly cocked her head, perplexed at such openness in a man she hadn't traded formal introductions with. However, she threw him an interested smile as she stepped farther into his presence. On the other side, he'd much appreciated her fervor, her remarks of such a thing he loved dearly. He shifted their comfortable state as he spoke.

"Do excuse my informality. Admiral James Norrington," he offered.

"Miss Catherine Bouvier, Sir." He reached for her hand and delicately placed his pink lips upon it.

"A pleasure," he finished as they lingered just a few more seconds in such a position.

She pivoted her tiny body as so her back could rest comfortably across the railing. He followed suit, once again raising the wine glass to his mouth.

"It's such a marvel, the manner in which the steps coincide."

Catherine Bouvier and her family were fairly new to Port Royal, recently moved, her father, a Lieutenant, mother a housewife. She was rich in looks, her golden, curly tendrils bouncing almost lively off her shoulders, her brilliant green dress accentuating her marvelous curls. Her face seemed almost younger, her eyes in particularly. They glowed, even in the darkness, with a delight of the simplest things. He admired such a feature.--

"Indeed," he replied. He pushed up his weight, and centered himself once more. He offered an arm to her.

"Perhaps you would care to become a marvel ourselves?"

Words were unnecessary in her reply and she slipped her arm through the open space as to connect the two.

He was considerably taller than her; her head fell just at his shoulders. He took her waist, she his shoulder as they positioned themselves. They took the floor in the middle of a slower tune, catching onto the steps and waltzing quietly. Only seconds into the dance, she'd stepped upon his foot, embarrassedly giggling.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Sir!" she cried, attempting to hide the blush of her cheeks with the turn of her head.

"Not a worry, Miss Bouvier," he chuckled as he once again caught her attention.

"Catherine, to you." He grinned slightly.

"Well then, you ought to call me James, Catherine."

With that, the pace of a new song quickened, their steps falling in rapid rhythm. He clutched her back tightly as their bodies cut through the air. He, leader as he is, insisted upon the further hastening of the pace, of the rush of energy between the two. They were flying through the space now, her hair whipping casually behind her.

Her face was glowing with excitement. She was laughing almost loudly, laughing with her entire heart and he nearly carried her across the boards. He burst into a chuckle. The Admiral, the Admiral! was bursting into a full-fledged laugh as well, his cheekbones raising to inexplicable heights, his eyebrows arching with sheer bliss!

Anyone could see they felt themselves alone in that filled room. --