The Patriot / Pirates of the Caribbean oneshot

James Norrington x Reader

Another warm day at Port Royal. The sun was high in the sky, kissing the lands with its warmth. Today was the day some of the Royal Navy's crew would be arriving, so naturally I decided to go down to the ports and greet the boys like I usually do. With some baked goods of course. The men always enjoy cookies and other sorts of sweets any other time, but I've always figured that after some time at sea they would be a lovely welcome back.

I walked out onto the balcony from my bedroom, spyglass on the small metal table still from last night. I could see the ships coming in to dock, but that didn't stop me from looking through my spyglass to get a better look. The men seemed to be carrying business out as per usual, following orders and getting ready to dock the ships. I took this as a cue to start heading down to the port with some sweets for the lads. An abundancy of cookies and muffins to choose from, two of the house servants helped me carry everything to the carriage. Charles and Arthur, two of the households servants, are usually always the ones to head down to port with me on these occasions. With me in the carriage making sure the sweets dont topple over, Charles and Arthur sat atop the carriage and started their way down to our destination.

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Everything was going well, like usual. Having some small talk with some of the men getting off, talking with the officers and such.

"Ah! Miss (l/n)! What a sight to see after a long journey at sea!" An officer and friend of mine, Theodore Johnson beamed walking down the port.

"Theodore! I see you're alive and well, the sea hasn't tried eating you whole yet? Or has it, and you left a bad taste in its mouth?" I joked with him. We talked a bit more, about the same things we usually would when coming back to port. Rough waters giving troubles, pirates, and prisoners.

"We haven't got as many prisoners as we did our last go around. However, we did find a man floating adrift on some wood in the waters. Very odd discovery, but he's proven to be decent enough. Much more pleasant than his appearance I must say. The past couple months has proven to be  rather...difficult for the man."

"Well the world is rather cruel, especially in these parts. It's no surprise that any man or woman would be roughed up by the nature of the Caribbean." I said, watching Theodore grab a third cookie with a grin saying 'please?' And 'I'm just going to sneeeak this one, dont hurt me' in a playful manner. "Just take the cookie Theodore, I'm not going to chop your cookie greedy fingers off if you take another."

"Thank you dearie, you're so sweet" he smiled triumphantly with a cookie in hand.

"Has the man floating adrift have a name?" I asked.

"Yes. The man is –" Theodore started, holding his arm out in a gesture to someone behind me.

"James Norrington. Who asks?" I heard a man say walking up to my side. When I looked over I almost couldn't believe what I saw. The man that I thought surely had fallen off the face of the earth. Someone I've known for years, my dear friend James was alive and well.

"James! I thought you had gone and gotten yourself hurt! Or worse yet - killed!" I said practically shoving the tray of cookies into Theodores hands so I could hug James.

"No, no" he chuckled hugging me back, "its takes a lot more than what you'd think in order to get rid of me".

"I hate to break this little reunion, but we must be headed to see Lord Beckett, (y/n)" Theodore said, taking a bite out of a new cookie as my hug with James ended.

"Theodore I'm surprised you're not double in size with how many cookies you eat!" I teased him, causing him to smile. "But I'll let you two boys go attend to Lord Beckett. I would however like to see you again afterwards this evening, James. If you dont mind that is."