Grovington: Caught or Wanted?
Norrington walked tiredly down the halls of Fort Charles. It had been a long, hard day of work and he was on his way to bed. His hands clasped firmly behind his back, he continued on past Lt. Groves' office. He didn't expect the man to be there at this time of night. A flickering light caught his eye and soon some small gasps registered. He was tempted to have a look see inside. Those sweet noises were steadily breaching his defences. As they grew louder, a name was moaned. "James". Norrington froze. Was he caught, or wanted...or maybe both?