The newly christened Commodore Norrington stepped into the center line, before saluting with his sword, and about facing. His march was stern and resolute, but held an air of professionalism and responsibility. He looked a fine man in his uniform, and did not seem haughty at all for this most auspicious of occasions. The big to-do at the fort had every high class citizen present, as well as many of the Red Coat soldiers. Abigail Ashe watched the ceremony with a light interest, curious on the meaning of such a display. 

Below in the town, young Will had stopped for a moment to buy a few things needed for the shop, and heard the trumpets from up above. He sighed. Elizabeth would be up there, attending the ceremony to the new Commodore. He shouldn't exactly feel jealous. She was meant for someone high class, whether or not she chose Norrington. It would never be him, he knew. "Thank you." he told the merchant, before continuing his way back to the shop and his master. He still needed to practice his sword work this day.