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Commodore James Norrington ([info]navalofficer) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-09 09:12:00

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Entry tags:arrival, complete, day 28, george lass, james norrington

Who: Commodore James Norrington and George Lass
When: Day 28
What: The Commodore arrives
Rating: PG
Status: Complete


James stood at the battlements overlooking the harbour of Port Royal, watching the preparations being made on the Dauntless. He very firmly did not look at the empty berthing that should have held the Interceptor. He did not want to think about the loss of his beautiful ship or the half-finished report that still sat on his desk. He was struggling to write the damnable thing. How was he supposed to explain cursed Spanish gold and undead pirates to the Admiralty in a manner that didn't see him recalled to London and sent to an asylum?

He sighed then turned on one heel and headed for his office. The Dauntless would be ready to sail with the tide and thus he also needed to be ready. He would simply have to take the report with him and hope that inspiration struck while they were chasing down Sparrow. With any luck, he might capture the irritating man and his ship. The hanging of a nortorious pirate and the capture of a ship might well be enough to allow him to slide over the loss of the Interceptor.

He pushed aside the twinge that the thought of hanging Sparrow created. His conscience had been troubling him on that score since they had first captured him after Barbossa and his crew had been dealt with. But the law was the law and it was James' duty to uphold the law. And the law said pirates were to be hanged, therefore that was what he would do.

He opened the door to his office and stepped through... not into his office but into snow and wind and biting cold. He turned in shock only to find that the door had disappeared. He turned again, clapping his hand down onto his hat as the wind threatened to snatch it off his head. The cold was intense, especially to a man who had been living in the Caribbean for as many years as he had, and cut right through his clothes.

He peered around for a moment and saw a shadow looming in front of him. He immediately headed in that direction and saw it was a building and in front of him was a door. He opened the door and hurried inside, knowing from his childhood in England that such cold could be lethal. What he saw inside baffled him. He seemed to be in some kind of foyer, richly appointed and luxuriously decorated. Where in the name of God was he and how had he gotten here?


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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-09 06:52 pm UTC (link)
George had decided to explore that place for lack of anything better to do. As she was walking along somewhere she'd never seen before, looking around to take everything in, she noticed a guy wearing a costume and wig. George didn't remember ever seeing him there before, so she wondered if he was knew. If so, she guessed she could try to help. Raising one eyebrow, she approached him.

"Uhm... Hi." He looked pretty confused. Definitely a newcomer, she was certain he had the same look on his face as she did. "Are you...okay?"

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-10 02:23 am UTC (link)
James was startled out of his shock by the approach of a young girl. She looked to be a touch younger than Elizabeth though she was wearing the most outlandish clothes and her speech was strange.

"I... am not entirely certain," he said slowly. "I am not where I expected to be" He paused and drew in a deep breath, reminding himself he was a Commodore in the British Navy and thus expected to remain calm and in control. "Might I ask where I am, Miss...?"

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-10 05:17 am UTC (link)
George snorted at the man's conclusion that he wasn't where he was supposed to be. "Eh...You and me both buddy."

He seemed very eager to keep control of the situation when there was no control to keep at all. George appreciated the effort, but found it really worthless at the moment. And, apparently, he wasn't wearing a costume either. Judging by his actions, and speech, he really was from a long, long time ago. Either that, or he was a british theater actor who couldn't get out of character.

"Well, you're in Mirage. It's a planet sort of thing. Plaque's over there" She pointed to the courtyard. "Apparently it pulls random people in at random points in time and then it has fun watching us trying to leave and then realizing we can't." She told him, unaware of the reason why she was so talkative with British piratey guy. Then, she thought she might as well have some fun. People freaking out made her laugh, anyway.

"Hello, I'm George, and I'll be your greeter for today." She said, holding out her hand with a childish smile of fun.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-11 12:03 am UTC (link)
James frowned as he listened to the girl's explanation. It wasn't making things much clearer. A planet? Mirage? Not able to leave? What on Earth was going on here? Had he lost his mind during the whole affair with the Black Pearl? Had the aftermath been just a product of his imagination and he'd actually been transferred back to England and sent to an asylum?

No... he refused to believe that. He felt as sane today as he'd felt before that irritating man Sparrow had come into his life... though he could easily imagine Sparrow driving someone completely insane.

He took the young girl's hand and bowed over it. "I am pleased to meet you, Miss George. I am however afraid that your explanation has not made much sense to me. Did I understand you correctly when you said we are on another planet? How is that possible?"

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 08:15 am UTC (link)
George felt her insides twisting a little at the guy's chivalrous way to greet her, and smiled slightly. Truth be told she wasn't used to chivalry at all in her line of work - or out of it, for that matter.

"I'm sorry, see, I'm kind of new to this place too. But yeah, this is another planet and it is sort of alive. I'm fuzzy on the details as of yet. It seems that it pulls people from random points in space and time and puts them here to have fun. I guess. I'm not sure." she said, deflating by the end of her speech. "I think you get the hang of this place as you live in it." She offered him another hopeful smile, something, she remembered, Tonks had done and it had worked well on keeping George calm.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 12:34 pm UTC (link)
James felt a bit bombarded though he kept a grim hold on his control. He was a Commodore in the British Navy and the commander of the Port Royal garrison, he had faced undead cursed sailors, he could handle this. After all, if undead curses could be true then perhaps living planets could be true as well.

"I... forgive me," he said, taking a deep breath. "I am afraid I am having difficulty believing that I am not trapped in a delusion in an asylum or caught in one of Sparrow's tricks. Man has not even discovered all the world has to offer, let alone taken a step off the planet. Most think that is impossible." He frowned thoughtfully. "You said something about a plaque?"

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 02:12 pm UTC (link)
George could see the man was confused. She'd been, too, and if he really was from a long, long time ago like she suspected, he'd be ten times more confused than she had.

"Well, I once had difficulty believing certain things myself...uh...sir." She'd noticed he hadn't given his name. "But trust me, in my time, they have pretty much discovered everything there is to know about the world we live in, and we know of other planets. Granted, I'd never heard of a living, thinking planet either, but we're here, so it exists." George shrugged, giving the man a resignated smile.

She spun around herself to look towards the courtyard, and pointed. "Yes, it's there. Every newcomer has to read it, it helps. Want me to take you there?" She asked, helpfully. Perhaps it was his accent that felt familiar, despite, although british, having nothing to do with her friend Mason's, but George was enjoying this guy and his adorable befuddle on the whole concept of their whereabouts. Perhaps it was just she was bored, as usual.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 02:29 pm UTC (link)
James heard the stumble before the young lady... George... said 'sir' and he blushed. "Forgive me, Miss George," he said with a small bow. "I have been unconscionably rude. I am Commodore James Norrington of the British Navy and Commander of the Port Royal Garrison in the Caribbean."

He stared at her for a moment then shook his head. "I have heard that some of the academics in Europe have been speculating about the existence of other worlds but it always seemed such fantasy to me. It is... baffling."

He glanced over at the plaque then smiled slightly and offered her his arm. If she came from the future... and wasn't that a most bizarre thing to think... then she probably thought him most old-fashioned but he had been raised to be polite to women and not even being brought to a strange planet against his will was going to change that. "I would be delighted, Miss George."

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 02:52 pm UTC (link)
The title with which he - Commodore James Norrington - introduced himself was so long, that by the time he was finished George was having a hard time holding on to the first part. She gave a very tiny chuckle once he was done and then frowned. "The Caribbean...Would not mind being there right now..." She commented looking at nothing in particular. She was never a beach person per se, but anything was better than the heavy snow that the planet had presented its inhabitants with the past few days.

As he offered his arm she smiled again, amused, and glad the Commodore was smiling as well. It probably meant he wasn't going to need psychological aid just yet. George gave him her arm and started walking.

"Well, Commodore, in the 21st century, it's no longer speculation, though no human has even been to any other planet that the general public knows of... We've been to the moon!" She said as she remembered it suddenly, lifting up her head to look at him with eyes wide open. He would have to be excited by that.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 02:59 pm UTC (link)
James smiled slightly. "It was very pleasant. I suspect many who have lived their lives in England or Europe might find it warm but I have been there for many years. I have acclimated."

He listened to George speak as they walked to the plaque and he was appropriately stunned by what she said. "Good lord! The moon? But... how? We can't even fly through the air like the birds, how on earth do we get to the moon?"

They reached the plaque and James read it quickly, paling as he did so. He could not leave? But he had duties and responsibilities. He couldn't stay. "I..." He fell silent and swallowed hard. "Is there... is there no ocean here?" He was a little surprised with what emerged but he supposed he was being true to himself there. He was a sailor and even promotion could not take that out of him. To be permanently landbound, never to set foot on the deck of a ship and sail the ocean again filled him with despair and horror.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 03:12 pm UTC (link)
George bit her bottom lip when the Commodore questioned her about the moon and flying. It would take her months to explain him exactly how it had been done. She wished she hadn't mentioned it.

"It's...complicated. But I am pretty sure if you just ask, the goblins will give you a few encyclopedias that you can learn from." She told him, hoping the goblins wouldn't be overkilling it.

George noticed the sad look on the Commodore's face when he asked about the ocean. If she was honest, she had no idea, but she'd heard of some change in scenery or something. George positioned herself in front of the Commodore and tried her best not to be confusing.

"Okay, this is going to sound pretty weird to you, but I'm told that the landscape and scenery of the planet changes every once in a while. And if I remember right, there's a beach resort." She told him calmly. It was the best she could do with the best the planet had. "Though, of course, I think if you try to sail away you'll be forced to come back." She said lowering her voice and looking at her own feet.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 03:22 pm UTC (link)
James gave a start at the mention of goblins. He'd thought they were just a myth though after his recent experiences, he was willing to accept the existence of just about anything. Undead cursed sailors will do that to a man.

"I don't believe that I care," he said with something akin to quiet desperation. "I first set foot on a ship when I was twelve years old as a cabin boy. My life has been on the ocean. If I can but sail the oceans here then that is all I ask." And in truth if he could sail here then his duty and responsibilities as a naval officer would be warring quite strongly with that. He had no wife, no child and a family he'd barely seen since he had been assigned to the Caribbean. There was little other than duty calling him home and duty is a cold and harsh mistress.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 03:27 pm UTC (link)
George smiled at the Commodore. Apparently he was easy to please - ocean and a ship. She nodded.

"I'm not sure how this works..."She sighed. "But from day one, any time I've even thought I needed something, it would appear right in front of me. The plaque says you will have everything you need provided to you, so I'm sure if you need a ship, it'll materialize." She told him. Then George looked at the Commodore from head to toes and wondered if he was cold at all, being used to the Caribbean weather as he said he was.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 03:32 pm UTC (link)
James frowned at that. It seemed like magic... perhaps it even was... but it may well be worth trying. Perhaps the planet might even give him his beloved Interceptor back. She had been a fine ship, the pride of his little fleet, and her loss had been a terrible blow.

"I can only hope," he said then he dredged up a small smile. "The plaque mentions somewhere to live. How does one go about finding that?"

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 04:02 pm UTC (link)
"You'll see." George told him, tugging at his arm in a gesture of playful compassion.

"Well, there are lodgings. But you should probably ask one of the goblins about that." She said, unsure of what to tell him. George was fuzzy on the lodging details as she couldn't remember exactly how she'd gotten hers.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 04:22 pm UTC (link)
James gave her a curious look. That was the second time she'd mentioned these goblins as though they were real and normal. He'd thought goblins were evil creatures. They had been in the stories he'd read as a child.

"Goblins?" he said curiously. "What are these goblins?" Perhaps she just meant strange looking men. There were people living on some of the islands within the Caribbean who wore quite grotesque costumes and painted their bodies that might be called 'goblins' by those not experienced with the region. Was this something similar?

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 04:25 pm UTC (link)
George smiled. "Horrid little creatures who work for the planet as its 'helpers'." She answered to the best of her knowledge. She had never really questioned their existence, she just knew they were there, like she knew gravellings existed and at least, goblins did something useful. "They're easy to miss..."

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 04:48 pm UTC (link)
"I see," James said thoughtfully as he looked around back into the large foyer. He gave a start as he realised that behind the large desk that he'd barely glanced at when he'd first come in was what looked like a stone man. The stone man was looking at him and holding out a key.

He drew in a sharp breath and nodded in the stone man's direction. "Would that be what you were talking about, Miss George?" He placed one hand on the hilt of his sword and walked towards the desk. The stone man didn't move, not even when James gingerly took the key from its hand. He glanced down at the key and saw it had 'B210' stamped on it.

He held it out to George. "A room number, I presume?" he asked with a small frown.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 06:21 pm UTC (link)
George mimicked the Commodore's start when she saw the goblin. She'd thought that she could handle a few stone-men, but now George was sure that no matter how many times she'd seen them, they'd always look weird and unexpected, causing her to be startled by their presence. They were tiny sneaky things, and didn't seem to show emotion. It freaked her out.

"Ah, jeez." George said as the Commodore took the key from the stone man. "Yes, that's them." She said looking away. She turned her head back to the action to watch the Commodore taking the key from the goblin, but the goblin was gone almost at the same time as the Commodore showed her the key.

"Yup, that's it. B is the lodge, and the number is the room number." She said promptly.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 06:27 pm UTC (link)
"Strange things," James murmured. he turned back to look at the stone man and gave another start when he realised it was gone. He shook his head and muttered an oath he'd learned as a midshipman under his breath. He shot an apologetic look at George, a bit embarrassed at having sworn in front of a young lady. He wasn't sure he'd ever get used to that and he hoped it wouldn't happen often.

He nodded his understanding then smiled at George. "Might I prevail upon you for one more piece of guidance in order to find this lodge, Miss George?"

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 06:38 pm UTC (link)
George couldn't help but shoot the Commodore with a very amused and bright smirk at his cursing, although he looked truly embarrassed for it.

George liked to be near the Commodore, it seemed, maybe because deep down she liked to help ever since her death since she hadn't done it before.

"Sure, Commodore, right this way." She said, putting her arm around his like before. They would have to walk by the C lodge to get to B, and George turned in that direction, glad she knew where to go, at least.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 06:49 pm UTC (link)
James allowed George to guide him through the complex. He was a bit stunned with how big it was. It looked like this one place might be larger than the entirety of Port Royal. He felt oddly discomforted by that and chastised himself for it. He'd been in the Caribbean for too long. Lord knows how he was going to cope if he was ever recalled to England, not that he had to worry about that right now.

It wasn't long before they were standing in front of the room indicated on his key and James reached out and unlocked the door. He opened it and gasped, his jaw dropping.

"Good lord," he breathed as he slowly, warily stepped inside. The room that had been revealed was a replica of his cabin on the Dauntless. It was much larger and there were doors that did not exist in the real thing but the timber walls, the shape of the windows and he could almost swear he could smell tar from the ship and the scent of the ocean. The bed was much the same and his sea chests were in place. The desk was even covered in maps of the Carribbean anchored by a very familiar sextant and compass - the same ones he'd been given by his father when he'd received his commission as a Lieutenant.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 06:54 pm UTC (link)
George knew it best to stay behind, by the door, as the Commodore made his way into his new room, but curiosity was making that very hard. From what she could see, it looked amazingly like she supposed an old ship's cabin looked. She wondered if the planet, to ease the Commodore's entry into this world, had made it look like his room in his ship.

She smiled at his "Good lord,", hoping it was everything he needed it to be.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 07:40 pm UTC (link)
James turned to face George who was lurking just outside the door. "I... is this normal?" he said, sounding utterly flabbergasted. "This... looks like my cabin on the Dauntless. Larger but still..."

His voice trailed off as he opened the sea chests. One held his spare uniforms and the other his civilian clothes that he knew were in his house in Port Royal. Even the exquisitely carved ivory and ebony chess set he'd bought from a Lascar sailor a few years ago was in the room and that had been in his library, not on board the ship.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 08:02 pm UTC (link)
The Commodore looked ecstatic, and it rubbed off on George, who was sporting a bright grin herself.

"Yes! My room looks like little bits of the apartment I share with my friend." She told him, clasping her hands together. "Didn't I tell you it would get you everything you needed?" She added.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 08:12 pm UTC (link)
"So you did," James said with satisfaction as he stood in the middle of the room and clasped his hands behind his back. He looked around with satisfaction and could almost swear that he could feel the room rocking as though the ship it had come from was at rest in a harbour.

He turned around on one heel and bowed deeply to George. "Thank you very much for your help, Miss George. It is greatly appreciated."

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 08:17 pm UTC (link)
George smiled and shrugged. "No problem!" She said. Pausing, she looked at the Commodore again. "Uh...I should get going, maybe, I guess..." She said, thinking of leaving the Commodore to enjoy his newfound old room, and more so because she wouldn't want to intrude, and thought maybe she was, now.

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[info]navalofficer
2009-01-12 08:31 pm UTC (link)
James smiled and inclined his head. He wanted to explore this magnificent new room and see what was behind those doors. He suspected he might prefer to be alone for that or risk looking foolish.

"I do hope I will see you again, Miss George," he said with sincerity. She was not at all like the young ladies he usually met and he liked that. She reminded him more of Elizabeth Swann and that was a definite recommendation in his eyes.

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[info]notgivingashit
2009-01-12 08:37 pm UTC (link)
George smiled back at the Commodore. "Yeah, I do too, Commodore James Norrington." She said solemnly likes his name deserved to be said. Waving, she turned on her heels and walked away, glad to have been of use at least once in her entire life on Mirage.

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