[action/voice] Almost upon the western wave / rested the broad bright Sun
[When a man takes possession of a uniform, a patch of land, a sword, or a lawn, he enters into a contract. He takes on a responsibility. A duty. To maintain and protect the things that he has accepted into his heart.
Therefore, Admiral Norrington has spent the day in the pursuit of this duty - on the front lawn of community housing building six he has set to work with a rake, hunting down and rounding up the rogue and fallen leaves which have been mocking him these few days past. They have been making merry sport with the wind and rustling about his residence. This stray detritus he has been arranging into neat piles -- to be cast into the air again with every heavy gust. Still, he has been working with the wind, and toward the late afternoon he has at least been successful in gathering the majority of the leaves from one side of the lawn to the other. Now he seeks the stragglers which have been blown in from other areas of Luceti even as he has been working.
He had not set about the task with the aim to complete it, no. He had begun with intent to clear the steps only, and as such he had left his apartment without the uniform befitting his station. Further he had walked, and further, until at last he decided that it would be folly to dirty his uniform so that he might clean the lawn at any rate. And so he abandoned any thought of returning inside to change. It is for that reason that he is wearing this handsome little number for the entire day, through his scouring of the lawn and beyond.
Catch him about his task from morning to evening, or else bump into him while he goes to the item shop to return the rake.
Later that evening, a few hours after he has set down the rake, he sends a message to Captain Jack over the journals. Of course, there is no hope of a filter. It is all he can do to bring himself to talk to the book at all.
Sharply:] I wish to meet with you, Sparrow. Somewhere close. Somewhere private.
Therefore, Admiral Norrington has spent the day in the pursuit of this duty - on the front lawn of community housing building six he has set to work with a rake, hunting down and rounding up the rogue and fallen leaves which have been mocking him these few days past. They have been making merry sport with the wind and rustling about his residence. This stray detritus he has been arranging into neat piles -- to be cast into the air again with every heavy gust. Still, he has been working with the wind, and toward the late afternoon he has at least been successful in gathering the majority of the leaves from one side of the lawn to the other. Now he seeks the stragglers which have been blown in from other areas of Luceti even as he has been working.
He had not set about the task with the aim to complete it, no. He had begun with intent to clear the steps only, and as such he had left his apartment without the uniform befitting his station. Further he had walked, and further, until at last he decided that it would be folly to dirty his uniform so that he might clean the lawn at any rate. And so he abandoned any thought of returning inside to change. It is for that reason that he is wearing this handsome little number for the entire day, through his scouring of the lawn and beyond.
Catch him about his task from morning to evening, or else bump into him while he goes to the item shop to return the rake.
Later that evening, a few hours after he has set down the rake, he sends a message to Captain Jack over the journals. Of course, there is no hope of a filter. It is all he can do to bring himself to talk to the book at all.
Sharply:] I wish to meet with you, Sparrow. Somewhere close. Somewhere private.