It’s the mid 1700’s. You and Commodore had quite a background. Last time you saw each other was a heated argument.
A few kisses were given along with slaps. You both ended in bad terms. He fled the day after the argument.
He was always known as the perfect pirate with his fashion and wigs. Can’t forget his very handsome face.
Years had passed. Men flooded you, now that Norrington wasn’t there men had all the chances they had with you, but you never budged. One day you heard a knock on your door.
“Coming!” you call out as the knocks get more impatient. You open the door to see *him*. He had no wig.
His natural hair tied in a bow along with a grown out beard. A scar on his eye. Looks tired and a bit dirty like he’d just come from battle.