James paced along the dimly lit pier, his boots echoing against the wooden planks with each measured step. As the cool ocean breeze tousled his coat, he scanned the port, ever vigilant for any signs of trouble.

His trained eyes caught a figure lying motionless on the shore, the moonlight casting an eerie glow upon them. Norrington approached cautiously, his hand instinctively reaching for the hilt of his sword.

"Who goes there?" he called out, his voice carrying authority and command. "State your business."