Hello everyone who reads this (which I think is about two people). I've had this story on my mind since I first watched POTC about 5 years ago. I finally got the courage to write and post it on this website. I really hope you enjoy it!

Here's another chap, enjoy!

Chapter 2: Ol' Norrington Ruins the Fun

I love going down to the docks. The smell and spray of the sea always calms me down. If I ever get angry, sad or frustrated I just come to the docks. Today I came because of guilt. The jeweler was always so nice to me, even when I tried to steal his things but I just stabbed him in the back. The emerald ring felt heavy in my pocket.

As I was walking I noticed a peculiar man. He had dark brown hair arranged into dreadlocks, a black coat, and a black tricorn hat placed on top of a red bandana. Braided into his hair were unusual trinkets. His walk was funny, like he had recently drunk a lot of rum.

Being the nosy person that I am, I decided to follow him. He made his way to where the Interceptor was docked. The two guards on duty, Mullroy, a big man with black hair, and Murtogg, a skinny man with light brown hair, ran to "intercept" him. "Heh heh heh." I chuckled quietly at my own joke.

"This dock is off limits to civilians." Murtogg started.

"I'm terribly sorry I didn't know. If I see one I shall inform you immediately." the strange man commented. I snorted a bit too loud for my likings. The man turned around and looked at me. He smirked a bit and tried to get around the guards. They shuffled to get in front of him.

"Seems there's sort of high turn and fancy up at the fort, eh? Now how is it that two upstanding gentlemen, such as yourselves, did not merit an invitation?" the man said slyly.

"Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians." Murtogg said.

"It's a fine goal, I'm sure. But it seems to me…" the man walked and gestured to the Dauntless, the pride of the Royal Navy. The two guards got in his way. "…that a ship like that makes this one look a bit superfluous."

"Oh the Dauntless is the power in these waters true enough, but there is no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed." Murtogg remarked.

The man looked thoughtful. "I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh uncatchable," Like me. I thought. "The Black Pearl."

Mullroy laughed. "There's not a real shipthat can match the Interceptor."

"The Black Pearl is a real ship." Murtogg defended.

"No. No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No it isn't."

"Yes it is. I've seen it." when Murtogg said that I turned to the man. "Once you get them started they won't notice anything else. If you plan on taking the ship, now's your chance."

He turned and gave me a grateful nod and slowly walked away and up the gangplank. I stayed behind to listen to the idiot's conversation.

"You've seen a ship with black sails, that crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out." Mullroy said.

Murtogg thought for a moment. "No." he decided.

"No." Mullroy agreed.

"But I have seen a ship with black sails." Really? You're still going?

"Oh, and no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell spat him back out could possible have black sails, and therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're saying?" Mullroy spat.

"No."

"No. As I said, there's not a real ship that can match the Interceptor." as he said it Mullroy noticed just me standing there. I waved. He turned and saw the man standing at the helm of the Interceptor. "Oi! You there!"

They ran up the gangplank and I, of course, followed. It's funny whenever Murtogg and Mullroy start arguing and even funnier when they're outsmarted.

"You don't have our permission to be aboard there, mate." the two had their muskets raised at the man. I behind them and stood off to the side leaning on the rail.

"I'm sorry, it's just such a pretty boat. Ship." the man quickly corrected.

"What's your name?"

"Smith, or Smithy if you like." I rolled my eyes. That's a very unique name. To me, it was pretty obvious that he was lying but the two idiots didn't catch on.

"What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mr. Smith?" Murtogg asked.

"Yeah and no lies." Mullroy put in.

"Alright, I confess. It is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weaselly black guts out." the man admitted. I snorted at this. Everyone looked at me. "Sorry." I mumbled. The adults went back to their conversation.

"I said no lies." Murtogg complained.

"I think he's telling the truth." Mullroy whispered.

"If he were telling the truth he wouldn't have told us."

"Unless he knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if he told it to you." the man said. I chuckled a bit. This guy was pretty funny. A little strange, but funny. He smirked at me and pointed out the confused looks on the guards' faces. That made me laugh even more. The man obviously enjoyed my reaction.

Then a question formed in my mind. "How did you get to Port Royal without a ship?"

"I did have a boat but it was a bloody awful boat. It sunk when I got to the docks."

"Where did you sail from?" I asked. The man glared at me. Obviously, he didn't like my question.

"Tortuga."

"The pirate port Tortuga?" Murtogg butt in.

"Aye, but that does not make me a pirate. I was merely there to sort out some business."

"What sort of business?" Mullroy asked. The man looked slightly frustrated. He thought a bit before answering.

"I was there to settle a debate. There was some sort of argument about something, I can't remember. But anyway, I stepped in and settled the argument and then they made me their chief." the man finished sounding very proud of his story.

At that moment a splash in the water caught our attention. Someone had fallen from the fort! The men rushed to the starboard railing where I was standing and looked out into the water. How could anyone fall from the fort?

"Will you be saving her then?" the man asked.

"I can't swim." Mullroy said. Murtogg shook his head indicating he couldn't either.

The man sighed "Pride of the King's Navy you are. Do not lose these." he took off his coat, hat, sword and pistol, handing them to the guards. He got up on the rail and dived into the water.

"Nice dive." I thought aloud. The pair looked at me. "What?"

Then a strange ripple passed through the water. It looked like it spread all the way out to the horizon and farther. The winds changes as well. They seemed to be blowing in the direction of Port Royal.

"What was that?" Murtogg asked. I shook my head. Our attention was then diverted towards the docks. The man had come up with a woman over his shoulder. We rushed to help. Mullroy took the woman from the man and laid her on the docks.

"Not breathing!" he said urgently. The man came up. "Move!" he cut open the woman's corset. She instantly began coughing up water. Isn't that the governor's daughter? Ooh, what's her name?

"Never would have thought of that." Mullroy admitted.

"Clearly you're never been to Singapore." The man said. He stared at the necklace around the woman's neck. "Where did you get that?" I only got a glimpse of the gold before ol' Norrington ran up with what looked like the entire army behind him, swords drawn and everything.

"On your feet." He ordered, pointing his sword at the now soaking wet man. Then the governor, Swann I think, came running up behind the commodore. He rushed forward and put his coat around his daughter. "Elizabeth, are you alright?" Elizabeth, that's her name. Oh yeah, Will talks about her all the time.

Governor Swann saw the cut up corset that Murtogg was holding. The guard dropped and pointed accusingly at the man. "Shoot him." the governor ordered. Jeez, it's just a bloody dress.

"Father!" Elizabeth protested. "Commodore, do you really intend to kill my rescuer?"

Norrington nodded and ordered his men down then stuck out his hand to the "rescuer". "I believe thanks are in order." he stated,

The man reluctantly grasped the commodore's hand. Norrington pushed up the man's sleeve to reveal a branded "P" on his arm. "Had a brush with the East India Trading Company did we, pirate?" Norrington said smugly. Ha, knew it!

The pirate grimaced. Norrington pushed up his sleeve even further to reveal a tattoo of a bird flying over water. "Well, well, if it isn't Jack Sparrow."

"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please, sir." Sparrow said.

"Well, I don't see your ship, captain."

"I'm in the market, as it were."

"He said he come to commandeer one." Murtogg put in.

"Told you he was telling the truth. These are his, sir." Mullroy said, picking up Sparrow's effects.

Norrington examined the items. "No additional shot nor powder." He said picking up the pistol. "A compass that doesn't point north,"

"Why would you want to go north? It's cold up there." I said. The pirate snorted while Norrington gave me an "I'll deal with you later" look. He pulled out the pirate's sword.

"And I half expected it to be made of wood." he thrust the sword back in the sheath. "You are, without doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."

"But you have heard of me?" Sparrow asked hopefully. I chuckled.

Norrington grabbed Sparrow's arm and walked off. I was about to follow but Norrington's second, Gillette, grabbed my arm, painfully I might add.

"Commodore, I really must protest." Elizabeth said walking after them. "Pirate or not this man saved my life." she was in between Norrington and the pirate, who was currently being shackled.

"One good is not enough to redeem a man of a lifetime of wickedness." Norrington said.

"Although it seems enough to condemn him." the pirate added.

"Indeed."

The man who was shackling Sparrow walked away from him. "Finally." Sparrow said as he put his chains around Elizabeth's neck, choking her. All the soldiers pointed there guns at them. That made the governor frantic. "No! Don't shoot!"

"Commodore Norrington, my effects please, and my hat." Sparrow demanded. Norrington hesitated. "Commodore!" Sparrow said impatiently.

Reluctantly Norrington handed the pirate his things. I was on my toes to see what was going on. Why are people so tall?

"Now if you'll be very kind." Sparrow said to Elizabeth. He had his gun pointed at her. Elizabeth put on his hat, strapped on his sword and put his compass on his belt. She murmured something to the pirate but I was too far away to hear.

Sparrow quickly spun her around and started backing up. "Gentlemen, milady, lad," he started, "This is the day you will always remember as the day you almost caught Captain Jack Sparrow!" with that he pushed Elizabeth into the crowd, grabbed a rope and kicked a pulley. This caused a cannon to drop to the ground and him to fly up in the air like a…well, like a Sparrow.

"Now will you shoot him?" Governor Swann commanded.

"Onward fire." Norrington shouted.

Sparrow then disappeared from my line of sight. Everyone rushed after him. Gillette pulled my along. I got a glimpse of Sparrow running across a bridge. He had a weird run.

"Gillette," Norrington called. "Mr. Sparrow has a dawn appointment with the gallows, I would hate for him to miss it." Gillette nodded and handed me off to the Commodore.

"It's about time we caught you, thief." Norrington remarked. I didn't say anything, just glared into his eyes.

"Where is it?"

"Where's what?" I asked innocently.

"The emerald ring that you stole from the jeweler. I heard all about your little adventure this morning. Hand it over peacefully and the consequences won't be so harsh."

I didn't do anything. Norrington nodded toward his men and they came up and searched me. "Oi!" I shouted. One of the soldiers reached into my pocket and brought out the ring. The soldier handed it to Norrington. He held it in his hand, admiring it, and then put it in his pocket.

"See? That wasn't so bad. Maybe a few nights in jail will teach you a lesson."

"I've been thieving in this town for three years and all you're going to do is lock me up?" I asked.

Norrington looked down at me. Then he asked a question I'd never thought he ask: "Where are your parents?"

This wasn't the first time I'd been asked that. It got more annoying every time. "One's dead and the other left me." I hated that answer, mainly because it was painfully true.

Norrington looked at me with pity in his eyes. That made me even angrier. I don't need your pity. He motioned for me to be taken away. I quickly turned around to face Norrington again.

"Can you do something for me? When you return the ring, can you tell the jeweler I'm sorry and that I'll do something for him when I get out?" I asked. Norrington looked surprised but then nodded. I felt a weight come off my chest. The guards turned me around and walked me towards the fort.