Norrington nodded almost imperceptibly at Rahkus' admonishment, but he wasn't about to stop to address what he felt was an overreaction on Rahkus' part to begin with. He managed to lead this rag-tag group through the town and up around the hill, approaching the Governer's mansion almost from behind ( Read more... )

It was nearly dusk when the two naval vessels and their prize docked in Port Royal. Norrington had been summoned by the same lieutenant who'd come to him for the Pearl's documents before. He gave one glance back at Rahkus's wardrobe before shutting the door of Sparrow's quarters behind him and submitting to being escorted off among a crowd of ( Read more... )

Following his unpleasant interview with Commodore Rothwell, Norrington was allowed to walk freely, if for the time being. He passed a rather wet and oddly dressed man of unkwnown origin as well as a rather unsavory looking member of the Dark Adia on his way out, but he was in no mood to pay mind to either of them ( Read more... )

Norrington was staring at the small fishing boat, now getting closer to the Pearl. For whatever reason, the small vessel, which he could now just barely make out a single man at oars, was making a bee-line for the ship ( Read more... )

For the second day in a row, Norrington was hiding up in the Crow's nest, having relieved the pirate who'd been scheduled of his watch-duty so he could take over. As much as he hated to admit it, he was indeed hiding. Yesterday, because his hangover had been bad and his head couldn't take the noise on the deck, and today because he'd seen Elizabeth ( Read more... )

Norrington had painfully limped off the ship and a few yards down the docks to collapse up on the beach just above the high tide mark. He was hungry, but the distance it would take to reach the nearest pub in the small town just wasn't worth it. The deep wound in his leg burned and ached and in turn made his head burn and ache. He wanted to deny it ( Read more... )

Norrington fought against returning consciousness as he lay halfway on his stomach, not wanting to face the splitting pain in his head. he scrunched his eyes, determined to keep them shut as he turned slightly, burying his face further into the soft warmth under his head. He vaguely noted the scent of sweat and seawater, but couldn't quite manage ( Read more... )

Norrington had eaten in near-silence that night and paid little attention to the crew's conversation beyond Dabria's announcement of her rank. The truth of the matter was, Dabria's rank wasn't what was bothering him. It certainly rankled his pride, but ultimately, it was just another semi-annoying detail and nothing he'd fuss about for long. It ( Read more... )

Norrington drowsily pulled himself off the cot, dragging the thin sheet off with him to cover his nakedness. He'd slept lightly for a couple more hours after Jack had left, but now that the alcohol had more or less worn off (save a headache, though not one anything like his previous migraine), he was getting bored and restless. Not to mention that ( Read more... )

Norrington crossed his arms against the dark wood and rested his head on them, closed-eyed, and tried not to think about anything as he felt the intermittent stings of Sparrow pulling each piece of glass free, some of them very small or very deep, one by one from his skin. He could feel the warm trickle of fresh blood tracing thin lines down his ( Read more... )