Commodore Norrington could hardly bare to stand in the back during
the wedding of Will Turner and the soon to be Mrs. Elizabeth Turner. His
head was kept raised in a dignified manner, as always, as he surveyed the
ceremony ever so intently. However, a tinge of sadness gleamed beneath his
cerulean eyes, hands knotted behind his back, fingertips gracing the cold
stone behind him. He was sure that was all that was supporting him at the
moment. Not a day went by, after the day Elizabeth and Will spoke of their
passion for each other, had he wondered why she chose him. A pirate. A
filthy blacksmith with the blood of a pirate in him.
However, another half of him struggled to be happy for Elizabeth. It was his duty to ensure the safety of her father and herself, though would Will take that away from him as well? It was no secret he wasn't in his prime any more, as the young Mr. Turner was, though he was still idolized by maids in the Governor's household and female townsfolk, though none contented him. He didn't appreciate being idolized either. He was a simple man with only a title before his name. He was almost certain that no one had ever heard his first name, only addressed by Commodore, Sir or Norrington. Something was defiantly missing from his life and he felt that if it were not replaced it would tear him up from the inside. Was it Elizabeth...or something else?
He held his breath slightly as the ceremony began to close, determined to keep a stony expression to hide his building rage. His hand writhed behind him, though he used one hand to seize his wrist and get a tight grip on it to stop the nervous shaking.
"Do you, William Turner, take Elizabeth Swann to be your wedded wife; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse-"
The priest's voice seemed to waver in Norrington's head, his eyes blazing with fury for the couple and within himself. His breathing grew deep and labored, lips quavering for any words that could escape him. Nothing.only silent and dry gasps of air, as if from a dying man.
"And do you, Elizabeth Swann, take William Turner to be your wedded husband; to have and to hold from this day forward-"
Elizabeth.No! Don't give in! He won't support you!
He couldn't seem to bring his thoughts into words, only faint whispers that drifted through his mind, seemingly mocking him in his mute state. A cold trickle of sweat ran down his brow, his hands shaking through their tight hold. He glances around for a moment, looking quite panicked and skittish, selfish thoughts still irking him to the brink of insanity. Thought could not be processed now; his mind was clouded and overshadowed by the inevitable. Elizabeth and Will were going to be married. Something kept reminding him of that, that his wished would never be. He was meant to be miserable. He was meant to suffer. He was meant to be alone. His work demanded it of him; his existence would be a montage of sorrow and fury, as all heroes' futures seem at one point. Bleak. However, there is always a faint glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel and most reach it. There was none for Norrington. He had fallen into a bottomless pit from which there was no escape. There was no light for him. Will had stolen it.
"Is there anyone among us who would object in the unison of these two young- "
The priest needn't have finished his statement. Rashly, Norrington took a stride forward, voice raised about the other heads surrounding, echoing over the sea and towards the stone alter that overlooked that vast, blue abyss on which the two lovers stood.
"I do!"
He exclaimed rather loudly, rather frantically. His voice seemed to break off for a moment. A sort of twisted grin came to his face for a moment, eyes glinting in a malicious manner, wild and crazed. A chuckle, nay, a content and hearty laugh nearly escaped him before he caught sight of all the eyes falling upon him. What was he doing? Was he truly degrading himself like this? Here? Now? He glances up slightly, flush coming to his colorless cheeks as he met with Elizabeth's eyes. She looked stunned, as did Will, though Elizabeth shocked him more. She looked horrified, embarrassed and dishonored.because of him. The pit he had tumbled into suddenly grew darker and he plummeted faster.
After a few moments of staring into the frozen bride's eyes he staggers back slightly, stumbling against the back of the stone fall. His glance shifted toward his side, focusing on the figure that was Lieutenant Gillette, who was moving away from him slightly as well. Norrington's face turned a violent shade of red, heat overtaking him. He had ruined it.just by two simple words. What a fool he was! He didn't dare glance back toward the couple as he rushed down the aisle and past them, down the stone staircase, only his footsteps and the shocked murmurs and whispers following him...
However, another half of him struggled to be happy for Elizabeth. It was his duty to ensure the safety of her father and herself, though would Will take that away from him as well? It was no secret he wasn't in his prime any more, as the young Mr. Turner was, though he was still idolized by maids in the Governor's household and female townsfolk, though none contented him. He didn't appreciate being idolized either. He was a simple man with only a title before his name. He was almost certain that no one had ever heard his first name, only addressed by Commodore, Sir or Norrington. Something was defiantly missing from his life and he felt that if it were not replaced it would tear him up from the inside. Was it Elizabeth...or something else?
He held his breath slightly as the ceremony began to close, determined to keep a stony expression to hide his building rage. His hand writhed behind him, though he used one hand to seize his wrist and get a tight grip on it to stop the nervous shaking.
"Do you, William Turner, take Elizabeth Swann to be your wedded wife; to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse-"
The priest's voice seemed to waver in Norrington's head, his eyes blazing with fury for the couple and within himself. His breathing grew deep and labored, lips quavering for any words that could escape him. Nothing.only silent and dry gasps of air, as if from a dying man.
"And do you, Elizabeth Swann, take William Turner to be your wedded husband; to have and to hold from this day forward-"
Elizabeth.No! Don't give in! He won't support you!
He couldn't seem to bring his thoughts into words, only faint whispers that drifted through his mind, seemingly mocking him in his mute state. A cold trickle of sweat ran down his brow, his hands shaking through their tight hold. He glances around for a moment, looking quite panicked and skittish, selfish thoughts still irking him to the brink of insanity. Thought could not be processed now; his mind was clouded and overshadowed by the inevitable. Elizabeth and Will were going to be married. Something kept reminding him of that, that his wished would never be. He was meant to be miserable. He was meant to suffer. He was meant to be alone. His work demanded it of him; his existence would be a montage of sorrow and fury, as all heroes' futures seem at one point. Bleak. However, there is always a faint glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel and most reach it. There was none for Norrington. He had fallen into a bottomless pit from which there was no escape. There was no light for him. Will had stolen it.
"Is there anyone among us who would object in the unison of these two young- "
The priest needn't have finished his statement. Rashly, Norrington took a stride forward, voice raised about the other heads surrounding, echoing over the sea and towards the stone alter that overlooked that vast, blue abyss on which the two lovers stood.
"I do!"
He exclaimed rather loudly, rather frantically. His voice seemed to break off for a moment. A sort of twisted grin came to his face for a moment, eyes glinting in a malicious manner, wild and crazed. A chuckle, nay, a content and hearty laugh nearly escaped him before he caught sight of all the eyes falling upon him. What was he doing? Was he truly degrading himself like this? Here? Now? He glances up slightly, flush coming to his colorless cheeks as he met with Elizabeth's eyes. She looked stunned, as did Will, though Elizabeth shocked him more. She looked horrified, embarrassed and dishonored.because of him. The pit he had tumbled into suddenly grew darker and he plummeted faster.
After a few moments of staring into the frozen bride's eyes he staggers back slightly, stumbling against the back of the stone fall. His glance shifted toward his side, focusing on the figure that was Lieutenant Gillette, who was moving away from him slightly as well. Norrington's face turned a violent shade of red, heat overtaking him. He had ruined it.just by two simple words. What a fool he was! He didn't dare glance back toward the couple as he rushed down the aisle and past them, down the stone staircase, only his footsteps and the shocked murmurs and whispers following him...