Description: What James Norrington should do…

Dedication: To Karinga, the biggest Norry fangirl I've ever met.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own PotC, or things would've turned out differently in DMC.

A/N: Okay, I know everyone is doing these since DMC came out. I couldn't help it, though. Just give it a chance. Oh yeah, and it contains major DMC SPOILERS. So if you haven't seen the movie, DON'T READ IT!

East India Traitor Company

James Norrington smiled triumphantly as Lord Beckett's eye widened. He knew what was in the pulsing bag that the former Commodore had dropped so confidently onto his desk, but he asked anyway.

"Is…is this what I think it is?" he said, the curiosity in his voice impossible to disguise. "Davy Jones'--" He stopped, looking inquiringly at the scruffy man before him.

"It is." James answered. The pleased look on Beckett's face was enough. He knew he would be Commodore again.

But is it worth it? A tiny voice in the back of his mind whispered. Is it really worth it? James frowned.

"Thank you, Mr. Norrington." Beckett spoke, breaking into his thoughts. "You have been a great help to the East India Traitor Company."

"What?" James asked sharply. His mind had to be playing tricks on him. Lord Beckett looked confused.

"I said, you've been a great help to the East India Trading Company."

"Oh."

You see? Said the tiny voice. You feel guilty about this. You know it's wrong. James Norrington shook his head, as if to clear it, but the voice went on.

You could help Elizabeth. You still love her. It continued. If you give Jack the heart, Jones will let him be. That's what Elizabeth wants and you know it.

James bit his lip. He did want to help Elizabeth. And, if what Governor Swann had told her was true, then only Sparrow would get a pardon, she would not. Could he really live with that?

Lord Cutler Beckett reached for the sack on the table. He could feel the heat radiating from it and the pounding of what it contained. He had almost closed his hand around it…

Deftly, James Norrington scooped up the bag and smiled sardonically at the surprised Beckett.

"What are you doing?" he demanded, standing up.

"Just what I should have done to begin with." replied James, boldly.

And then he strode out the door.

A/N: Yeah, I know it's short, but I needed to get it out of my system. Please R&R!