Rating: PG-13 (FRT)
Fandom(s): Pirates of the Caribbean
Characters: James Norrington, Abigail Graham (OFC)
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean. That belongs to Disney and Gore Verbinski.
Author's Notes: I wrote this piece as a gift for noveltea this past Christmas on fandom_stocking. She is letting me post this for everyone to enjoy.
Summary: Still musing about his disastrous engagement, James Norrington meets a young woman who gives him some friendly advice.
No matter how hard he tried, he just could not move on. He tried to forget her; he tried to avoid her. But for the life of him, James Norrington just could not forget. She left me for a blacksmith, he thought to himself as he stood on the sands of his favorite hidaway. Elizabeth was the love of his life, or so he thought. Yet she chose Turner over him, and James was left with the memories.
He continued to gaze out over the water when suddenly he heard a gasp and then the sound of someone falling. Turning around quickly, he noticed a blonde haired woman struggling to get back up. He rushed over to her and asked, “Are you alright?”
The woman looked up, and James just gazed in wonder on how blue her eyes were. “I am fine, I think,” she replied as she continued to try and get up. James grabbed her arm as she grabbed onto him and lifted her to her feet. “Who knew that a tree root would almost be the death of you?” she said as she dusted off her dress. Coming up to his chin, she had long, curly blonde hair and those gorgeous blue eyes. Her tanned skin was complimented by a plain dark green dress and dark brown boots. Looking at his face, her eyes shot up and she said, “Commodore Norrington! I did not realize that it was you.”
James gave her a reassuring smile and said, “Quite alright. No need to be startled.” Seeing her calm down, he continued, “But you have me at a disadvantage, miss.”
“You know my name, but I have yet to learn yours.”
She smiled and replied, “Abigail Graham. Father pointed you out to me at one of the governor’s parties, but we were not introduced.”
“Graham? Benjamin Graham’s daughter?” asked James. Benjamin Graham was one of Governor Swann’s top advisors as well as lord of the realm.
“Yes,” replied Abigail. Looking around, she said, “The view is beautiful here. I did not even know that this beach existed.” She moved herself from his side and stood along the water’s edge, mesmerized by the scene.
“One of my favorite places on the island,” he replied as he joined her.
“You must come here often.”
“Sometimes,” he replied. More often than he realized, ever since the disastrous engagement.
“There has to something in your life that must make you happy.”
“Why do you ask?”
Abigail looked at him and said, “I heard about what happened with Elizabeth. Not that I approve of how she did it, but you deserve some happiness.”
“And what do you suggest that I do?” asked James.
“If I may be so bold?” she asked. Seeing his nod, she continued, “You need to lighten up. You are too gloomy the majority of the time. I do not care what you Navy men say, everyone needs some enjoyment in their lives. You cannot be bound to one thing. You need to find something that will help you relax.”
“And then what?”
“See where it takes you,” she replied. “I think I better be getting back. It is getting late.”
James nodded. The sun was setting. “May I have your permission to escort you back to your home?” he asked.
She smiled again and replied, “My pleasure.” Taking his arm, James guided her to a safe path that lead up to the main road. There may be something for me yet, he thought.