Commodore Nxrrington

That sad silm video has been making the rounds so I want to remind you all of this one’s existence. ( @eldochflamma )

And there he was at that moment in his cabin. With the letter, he got also all the information he could need and receive, it wasn’t too much but with it could have his strategy ready; if he was right, it would take only one week more for them to arrive, more or less two months if they didn’t catch one of the famous and dangerous storms of the Caribbean. After hours reading, finally decided to go out of his cabin and take a look by himself to be sure everything was perfectly ready, most of the ships were supporting the Dauntless in case they had to fight but the others stayed at Port Royal under one of his best Lieutenant’s command to defend it. Now, they only had to wait.

The pirate went down his quarters after giving his commands, to get all the coordinates for where he shall rendezvous next. But as well to fix and care for his white blond hair. He was like no pirate that everyone would expect, they all wear large hats that give their position, but he disliked how messy his locks could get. His hair was one of his prized treasures, it was silky and flourished, putting all other hair to shame. Although, he loved his hair did not mean that he could not fight, he was almost compared to Black Beard but followed behind. Soon as he was finished, hours later, tossing his hair gently behind his shoulder the wind had caught it a different kind of wind. He was not far from a storm that would push him off course, with that known he had ordered to go simply around such a horrendous storm. Maybe he’ll loose his followers and send them to the locker of Davy Jones.

He took a deep breath before turning to his Lieutenants and give the right orders with a firm voice, keeping his own hands held at his back and his chin rose. The Commodore was worried about the storm but if they could avoid the center of it, they could survive and the mission continue to go on.

Soon as orders were given, he pointed his fine sword out to starboard side of the mast. Calling orders to lower lower the sails could be overheard almost a mile or two away. They soon shot straight through the sea and towards Spain.

He held his hands at his back as his gaze wandered between his sailors and the horizon, thoughtful. The curse they were following was leading them to Tortuga, it could be a suicide but inside him had the hope the British Army would be following the pirate ship as well to be their support against those pirates.

Soon as he descended to his cabin, he took placed his sword aside, waiting for his eyes to find the poster of Commodore James Norrington. No matter if they had a glance in the paper, they were still intimidating and aggressive. “You shall not achieve your goal, to acquire me at all.”

Someone knocked on his door, by his voice he could recognise it was Gillette, and the knews he brought made his emerald green gaze become serious. The time arrived. The pirate ship they had been following was near and soon he would find himself face to face with Thranduil. "I want the cannons ready and also the men for the battle, Gillette. We can't fail this time."

“Sir. I would like to offer my profound apologies on the events of today.”

The wind was still not enough when he passed by the door of his cabin to the deck, but after a few minutes it seemed to get more windy. At that moment, his gaze was fierce and his orders, clear. “We can’t waste a second more, Gillette. We are sailing now, I want everybody ready.”

“Yes, sir. Hands are ready for your orders. If you care to look at the chart, sir, I have our heading.”

"Order to sail now, Lieutenant Gillette." He rose his gaze from the chart to look at him. "Lady Swann has to be rescued from those pirates before something worse happens."

His Majesty’s Royal Navy