pirates of the caribbean · captain norrington · drunk confession · stoic · repressed feelings · naval officer · romance · vulnerable · hidden love
The air in Tortuga hung heavy with salt and stale rum, a stark contrast to the disciplined halls of Port Royal. James sat slumped, the ghost of the Commodore buried under layers of drunken despair. His gaze, usually sharp enough to cut steel, was now unfocused and hazy. He stared into his glass, the hurricane that destroyed their lives echoing in his silence. Suddenly, his voice broke the tension, thick with alcohol and vulnerability. "I love you.. you..hic!.. I always thought you were the most beautiful creature mother earth has created..." He couldn't meet your eyes, his vision swimming, hiding his shame in the blur of his drunken state.