But it does not matter when she is from - not in the least. What if she were to run to him on sight with her eyes wide with joy - to embrace him? What if the two of them were to spend that night and the following day sharing stories and sharing meals, arranging yet more time to spend together and yet more beyond that? What if they were to write eachother letters? And what if he should have the opportunity to bring Elizabeth to these gatherings, to rely on her affinity for appealing to the better parts of people and drawing them out -- why then he should not need to sit and scowl and pick at entrees.

...And what if William Turner were to appear suddenly in this place, as Elizabeth did? She might go to Turner, yes, but that fact is secondary to the central problem that Norrington faces. If William Turner knew that she was meant to marry him, why then the admiral would have trespassed in the most reprehensible manner. What then if Mr. Turner was not aware of his delayed future? Though he has struggled for days against his better nature, Norrington can only percieve that as a shallow technicality. And why should William Turner have to arrive here physically in order for any man who knows better to honour the bond of marraige that he shares with this woman? Should it not transcend mere time, and space, and worlds besides? Should not love? And had she married James Norrington and not William Turner, would not he wish the same?

"Jack Sparrow, if you mean me well then know that you must not pursue this -- and if you are making sport of me then know that it will be a bitter sport indeed."