[All of which might just as easily be a fiction as far as James Norrington knows. Hector Barbossa? Adviser to His Majesty King George the Second? The admiral would have difficulty imagining this man as the trusted anything to anyone of anywhere.]

You continue to call me Commodore, and you are quite mistaken. Strange, since you have quite outlived me. So know this - I died an admiral, and I have served as an admiral since.

[Never mind the fact that he gained that rank by betraying poor Jack Sparrow for the heart of Davy Jones.]