As the Ceremony concluded, young Abigail Ashe decided to get some fresh air (if she could get any at all!) and a fine view from atop the seaside parapets at the edge of the fort. The sea breeze was nice on her skin, and it made the loose fringes of her dark hair sway. It would be perfect if this corset was not so constricting on her bosom and lungs. 

She was almost scared off the cliff by the approaching Commodore's footsteps. "Lady Ashe, I hope I do not disturb you." he said. 

She sucked in a breath with effort. "No, of course not Commodore. Congratulations are in order, I believe sir." He gave her a smile. "Thank you my lady. I...hope I am not putting you in an awkward position. But I have a question for you, if you may answer me." 

She fanned herself, unsure of to what he was asking. She surely hoped he was inquiring on how she could survive in the corset. "Go on sir." 

"I was wondering if you'd be so kind to me as to tell me if you know Miss Swann's opinion of me?" he asked, seeming quite bashful for such a tall and handsome gentleman. 

"Oh, well I believe she thinks of you as a fine man." she said, gazing out at the ocean. Norrington gave her a look, and then looked away as he began speaking again. "Truly? She said that?" he asked, before clearing his throat. "I would be lying if I was saying that it does not bring me great joy. Could you tell me exactly what she told you?" 

Abigail Ashe unfortunately, had already begun plummeting into the ocean.