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There's an office in Port Royal that James Norrington used to know as well as his own house.

He hasn't been there in months, in the real world. So it's really no surprise that he dreams himself back there, once in a while. That he dreams he never fell from grace.

He's sitting behind the desk, papers in hand.

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Green eyes fix on him, and Norrington doesn't look away. He owes the young man this, at least.

"And I say, I will not. Not while my mind is still my own."

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The midshipman eyes him, shoulders back, and chin up stubbornly.

"See that you do not, Commodore."

Then maybe he fades away, maybe he does not. Norrington has no time to notice as the waves crash in-

crash through

the walls of the office. He remembers this, does not he? The freezing cold water, the storm tossing one about until you did not know which was was up, naught but a plaything for the elements-

Did he survive the hurricane? Or had everything after it been just an instant twist of a dream as the water sucked him under-

I was much too far out all my life
And not waving but drowning.

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He does remember, yes.

And for a good few moments, even after he wakes gasping and sweat-drenched in his own bed at Milliways, he's not sure whether he lived or died, that day.

Perhaps he wishes it had been the latter.