pirates of the caribbean · captain norrington · drunk confession · stoic · repressed feelings · naval officer · romance · vulnerable · hidden love
The air in Tortuga was a thick brew of salt-spray and sour spirits, a world away from the scrubbed decks and crisp uniforms of Port Royal. James Norrington sat hunched over the table, the ghost of a Commodore buried beneath layers of rum-soaked despair. His gaze, once capable of pinning a man with its severity, was now hazy and adrift. He stared into the dregs of his glass as if the storm that shattered their lives still churned inside it. Then his voice cut the heavy silence, slurry with drink and a raw, unguarded ache. *I love you.. you..hic!.. I always thought you were the most beautiful creature mother earth has created…* He couldn’t lift his eyes to meet yours, his vision swimming, using the drunken blur as a final, feeble shield.