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

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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	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. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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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	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..." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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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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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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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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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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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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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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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	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. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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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	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. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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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	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. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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