Who: Commodore James Norrington and OTA What: James is a somewhat disgruntled Commodore. Where: In the resort, looking out at the beach and the pier When: Day 9, afternoon Rating: PG Status: In Progress
James stood at the window and looked out at the beach and the pier. Both were nearly hidden by the spray and the foam being kicked up by the weather outside and he wasn't sure if he was pleased by that or not. Mostly he was just very, very disgruntled. It seemed so utterly typical that when something strange happened, it was both what he wanted and yet sullied in some way.
He'd been startled at the sudden change in the resorts whereabouts but had put aside thinking about that when he'd realised where they now were - by the ocean. He'd seen the pier and what looked like ships - small ones but ships nonetheless - moored beside it but before he could investigate, this damnable weather had swept in. Only a madman would even attempt to venture out to sea when it was like this and James was anything but a madman.
So here he was, near the ocean but unable to sail upon it. Stuck indoors in miserable weather in a strange place with people he didn't know. On the whole he'd rather be back in the Caribbean, sweltering under the sun and chasing down Sparrow.