[While over the past few days the draft has been threatening the lives of cast-mates and strangers and acquaintances alike Admiral Norrington has been fighting a battle of his own. He chose the evening of the fourth to investigate the purpose of that odd little bump on his wall. Flick
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If that is the sun, then I am a sorcerer.
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Believe me, if I had but known where to sign my name then my sword would have been beside yours.
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While you have been fighting I have been experimenting with bulbs of light. Now I am being introduced to electricity-boxes.
Honestly. I believe I shall stick with my candles.
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All it requires is the flipping of a switch, after all.
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So the interior is changing, but the exterior? Not just yet. Flatly, sarcastically, he replies.]
Flipping this switch will save my life.
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[And Jack is not exactly aware of these changes and is just going to go with the whole "alliance" thing for as long as he needs to.]
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And you suggest that I begin by adapting to this bulb. I see. Very well, Jack. I shall practice at flipping switches until I have quite mastered the skill.
[Is he joking? No-one knows.]
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It's a start; I expect you to flip it twenty times per day. Bit of practice, that.
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Before I absorb myself utterly in that task, however, I would request that you instruct me on signing up for the next draft. I will not be caught outside of the fight the next time.
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Oh, there's no sign-up, Admiral; nothing you could put pen to. Nah, they choose us through some unknown criteria and send us off. Fighters, medics, noncombatants, children---no one is spared.
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[And maybe, if Jack has a heart, this consideration will persuade him to reveal whatever secret got him sent into the fight this time around.]
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Very well, but my options are limited. Given the circumstances I suppose that yours would be an adequate stone on which to whet my blade. Presuming, of course, that you were game for a second thrashing.
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