Summary: Norrington reflecting on his loss of Elizabeth to Will. One-shot.

A/N: Written on a prompt of a brown paper bag and what's in it for school.

The Girl That Was Never His

Commodore James Norrington could remember when he proposed to Governor Swann's daughter, Elizabeth, some months ago. She'd had issues with adjusting to her corset and had fallen into the water below Fort Charles, only to be saved by a pirate named Jack Sparrow. Then Sparrow had engaged in a duel with Will Turner, the blacksmith's apprentice. The pirate was ultimately captured. But then a wild chase had started when a pirate vessel called the Black Pearl had kidnapped Elizabeth.

The next morning, Turner had rashly freed Sparrow and they'd stolen the Interceptor, the fastest ship of the commodore's fleet. It was some days before any of the three were seen again. When Norrington, the governor, and their men finally saw them, it was just Elizabeth and Sparrow, stranded on a small deserted isle, left to die. They claimed Turner was in the clutches of the Black Pearl's crew.

Elizabeth accepted Commodore Norrington's proposal, if it meant they could save the young blacksmith-to-be.

And so they ended up going after the pirates, Sparrow leading them to the Isla de la Muerta, where the pirates' ship made berth. Upon arrival at the island, they plotted an ambush. Sparrow would go into the caverns alone and trick the pirates to leave the save. The only issue was that he decidedly tricked them instead; the Pearl's crew ended up ambushing them.

They quickly learned that this pirate crew was cursed, showing themselves to be immortal skeletons in the moonlight. At some point, Elizabeth snuck away and to the island to assist Sparrow and Turner. And whatever had occurred in those dreaded caverns ended up being effective, for the crew's curse was lifted and they were inevitably captured.

But things weren't the same when on the morning of Sparrow's hanging. He, too, was a pirate and had committed crimes, whether he'd helped them in the end or not. It had turned out that Turner had developed a sense of loyalty to the pirate, for he freed him from swinging lifelessly from a rope. They had tried to fight their way through the marines, but had ultimately been surrounded.

It was then that Elizabeth Swann declared her love for Turner over the commodore. Norrington had been shocked, didn't want to believe it, but he'd learned never to question a superior. And, Elizabeth, being the governor's daughter, was indeed superior. He forced himself to leave the confrontation before he could see the young couple kiss. He couldn't bear to watch, for he loved the girl too.


Commodore James Norrington could remember when he'd heard of Turner's engagement to Elizabeth. He'd hardly been able to contain himself. He'd muttered painfully formal words of congratulations, but nothing more. He'd left before anything more could occur to break his heart, for there was still some of it left to break.


It was several months after the announcement of the couple's engagement that Norrington got the letter; the invite to their wedding. He'd been alone, in his small house, when he'd read it. He reread it several times. Then he'd scrunched up the parchment in shame, frustrated at being chosen over a lowly blacksmith apprentice. He'd put the crumpled parchment into a brown paper bag and put it into the bottom of his wardrobe.

Maybe one day, when he'd moved on, he'd look over it again and be happy for the couple. But not now. Never now; it hurt too much to think of it.