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Commodore James Norrington (navalofficer) wrote in mirage_rpg,

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.