Just a few notes here:

I picture my original characters to be played by specific actors. I picture Hannah Doyle to be played by Amanda Bynes (She's The Man) and the character of Lt. Wilson to be played by Jason Isaacs (The Patriot)

Disclaimer: I of course own nothing from Pirates of the Caribbean but it would be cool to at least have a pirate hat!

LOVE & INFURIATION

Chapter 1

Feeling Sorry

Commodore James Norrington sighed and rubbed his temples. He was taking a long walk around the bustling town of Port Royal after hearing news that touched on his heart in a most painful way. His thoughts were on the woman he had loved, Elizabeth, the one that had gotten away and fell for ugh…the blacksmith, Turner. The news was they were being married that very afternoon on top of the same building that he had proposed to her, only a few months ago. How could she? He had really loved her and would have done anything for her but letting her go seemed impossibly hard to accept. He needed something to take his mind off of this news and keep him busy. He looked up from where he had stopped walking and saw a huge and looming white mansion with gate-iron fence surrounding it. Governor Swann's home. True, he was Elizabeth's father, a painful reminder, but perhaps he would have a task for him and the rest of his Royal Navy crew.

INSIDE

"I would really like to know what's going on in the colonies…ah pardon me, America," Gov. Swann chuckled, "I'm still getting used to that name. I think a lot could be done with the international trading in that country." He studied Norrington's forlorn expression, "And uh…I think you need to get away Commodore. A good trip overseas will do you good; get your mind off of…well you know. I know you'd really rather be fighting but at this time, this is where I need you."

Norrington nodded in agreement, "Of course Sir." He said thinking, I would really be much more productive with my work if I was sent elsewhere.

"Very well then, it's decided. I'll have you set out for America tomorrow. Make port in Jamestown, there's a lot of trading activity in those waters. I'll provide you with the English Charger for a ship complete with supplies needed for the journey and of course you may take the Royal Navy crew with you."

"Excellent, thank you Governor Swann."

"Oh and Commodore?"

"Yes Sir?"

Gov. Swann sighed, "Get some sun. You look as pale as your wig."

Norrington smiled grimly, and placing his hat atop his white wig stepped out of the Governor's study.

CHAPTER 2

American Girl

Norrington squinted in the brilliant sunshine, putting a hand up to shield his eyes. The town of Jamestown spread out before him bustling with people trading goods, shopping for fresh meats, and strolling along the docks. Laughter and shouting accompanied the background. He stepped off of the ship's ramp, his crew falling in line behind.

"All right men, you know your orders. Meet up with the local tradesmen here and see if we can trade our goods for some corn, oats, and fresh fruit. And don't forget my bloody oranges!" Norrington bellowed out to his men. The crew chuckled at his last request. Norrington had a special affinity for oranges, more like an obsession really. His stomach growled in anticipation of his favorite fruit, which he so rarely got to enjoy.

"I'll be meeting up with the person in charge of these docks and Lieutenant Wilson will be joining me. We'll meet back here in two hours precisely." Norrington turned to his Lieutenant and good friend, "Come along Wilson, let's get this over with," he muttered. He was really rather unhappy that the Governor had placed him on this assignment. He'd much rather be fighting as he'd said or at the very least chasing and hanging pirates. Namely a certain Jack Sparrow. Oh right, lest he forget, Captain Jack Sparrow.

Lieutenant Wilson, light brown hair pulled neatly back, and shorter in stature than the Commodore looked up at him, "What's the matter James? Don't want to get involved with the riff-raff?" He asked, his crystal blue eyes twinkling in humor.

Norrington frowned, "No I'd really rather not, who knows what germs these people are carrying. But orders are orders." He started walking up the ramp to a small desk where a large fat man was seated, barely squeezing his legs under the desk. He was generally scruffy and unkempt looking with bits of what looked like last night's dinner in his tangled brown beard.

"Hullo there," the fat man spit, flecks of food flying. "What can I do y'all for?"

Norrington turned his head in disgust, "Oh dear G-"

Lt. Wilson nudged him, "Go on man."

Norrington exhaled, "My name is Commodore Norrington. This is Lieutenant Wilson. We'd like to dock our ship here," he pointed towards the English Charger, "and my men are off doing some local trading here."

The fat man nodded, "Very good then. It'll be two shillings."

Norrington looked over at Wilson, "Go ahead."

Wilson handed the money to the fat man who looked at it greedily and stuffed it in his coin purse sitting on the desk. "My name's Doyle by the way. Tom Doyle and over yonder thar's me daughter." He twisted in his seat and looked behind him in the direction of a huge crowd, "HANNAH!" He roared.

"WHAAAAAT?" A female voice barked back.

Norrington and Wilson grimaced at the sound of such an un-ladylike gesture.

Someone began pushing through the thickening crowd knocking people out of the way like wooden bowling pins. There was a muffled cry as a short elderly white-haired woman was jostled into a large, hairy brute of a man. The old woman shrieked and began pummeling the man with her large oversized bag with brass handles.

"Ow! Geez lady, calm down!" The hairy man cried out.

Norrington peered his head up a bit to see what sort of abomination of a woman was causing all this commotion. Suddenly the crowd parted and a young woman of no more than 20 years burst through. She was quite seemingly attractive with long gleaming brown hair that caught the sunshine in it. She was not of the shortest of stature but she certainly wasn't tall and she was wearing a scruffy looking dress of cream color that had probably once been white. Her skin was smooth like ivory soap. Her eyes were wild and fiery and Norrington saw a flash of amusement cross them as she took in the sight of himself and the Lieutenant in their Royal Navy uniforms.

Sorry to leave it hanging like that but I want to know what people think, please review, thanks!