James Norrington (seek_redemption) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-08-13 13:52:00 |
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He had wanted to follow her, desperately so. To fight Beckett was the only right course and this would be his way of doing so, Elizabeth, before any man would have a better chance of undoing his reign and he only hoped she would take his advice and avoid the cove. Attempting to follow her however would only leave the line between The Dutchman and The Empress open long enough for James' crew to follow, they could not be killed and they would eventually overcome Elizabeth and her men. So he shot the line, certain that was the last time he'd see her. James turned and suddenly he was no longer aboard a ship, his feet were upon solid, still land, the smell of powder and shot still lingered, his pistol, he realised was still warm to the touch. The sun shined brightly despite the fact it had set hours ago and he stood in what looked to be a town, there was no making sense of it, none and it wasn't that he didn't try. He couldn't be sleeping. He couldn't have been rendered unconscious and relocated because he still held his pistol and surely he'd remember a blow to the head. He was met by a young woman, who introduced him to the town, assured him he was under no threat and generally calmed what was a hugely disorienting experience as best she could. He was offered a rather brief explanation of the modern age he had arrived in, whilst attempting to quell his utter bemusement. James was also taught him the use of a small device, it was barely larger than a book, but it's screen was lit and it apparently was the key to contact and conversation in this world. A curious, but fascinating concept – as little sense as it still continued to make. She assured he had lodgings here now, and some clothing more in the modern style – when he should wish to explore his apartment. As much as he had to ask, James decided not to keep her too long and assured he was quite fine to be left in exploring his new surrounds alone. Thus, tablet in hand, James wandered his way toward the building he'd been told he lived in now. He'd since removed his coat, and his hat was tucked under his arm. His light green gaze roved as he wandered, he'd travelled between counties and had been met with the oddities that were to be found in foreign cultures, yet he had never before felt so lost. Add to that he'd seen skeletal undead pirates, an entire crew – also some breed of undead, encrusted with various forms of sea-life and a beating heart, removed of it's body that gave one man control of the seas. Even with that in mind, James could not fathom an answer for suddenly being transported to this place, or anything that was before him. |