Waiting patiently? -- The Spanish Main; Tortuga [Closed]
'A bit dirty' was an understatement. The blue coat had seen better days - it wasn't really blue anymore. Norrington shot a warning look after Jack as the pirate retreated, but he left his pistol holstered. No need to go back on his word. For now, Sparrow could do as he pleased, as long as he kept his own word and returned to the waiting ship. It would be in his best interests.
Norrington turned to look at the ship, scrutinizing it for another moment before he made his way over to the spot where it was lodged in the remaining wall, stepping over bits of debris to approach the peculiar vessel. Closer inspection confirmed that it couldn't be made out of wood. It also didn't seem to have a great deal of space on board - Jack had emerged from the top and that part had been covered by transparent glass. Norrington spent a few minutes searching for a way to enter the ship in hopes of being able to coax it back out from its inconvenient location.
"Former commodore Norrington."
Norrington stiffened at the unexpected address and slowly turned around to face the stranger - most likely not someone who had been staying in Tortuga for very long, considering his tidy appearance - who had spoken. He didn't recognize the man, but the man obviously knew who he was and presumably there was something he wanted to discuss.
The man held up a hand before Norrington could respond. "I happened to overhear a certain conversation and I think you'll find what I'm about to tell you very interesting." There was a thin smile on his lips, not particularly well-meaning. Norrington watched him warily and said nothing. However, he decided to follow the man outside when beckoned to do so. The ship wasn't going anywhere and this strange encounter had his attention.
The ship was still there when he returned. The stranger, a man working for the East India Trading Company under Lord Cutler Beckett, hadn't been exaggerating when he had said that he was about to share something of interest, but Norrington was reluctant to take what he had just heard at face value.
Supposedly Jack Sparrow and his claim of knowing a way to rid the seas of those shadow creatures would be of great use to the Company. Granted, it made sense, if Lord Beckett planned to spread out further and into the Caribbean to control trade there as well; safe passage for ships would be sought after, but Norrington found it hard to believe that Jack Sparrow really had a definite course of action or some sort of miraculous solution on hand at all.
Nonetheless, if he could deliver the pirate's 'solution', a pardon, an opening to regain the honour he had lost awaited him. He could get his life back.
Under these circumstances, would anyone turn down such an opportunity?
Norrington turned to look at the ship, scrutinizing it for another moment before he made his way over to the spot where it was lodged in the remaining wall, stepping over bits of debris to approach the peculiar vessel. Closer inspection confirmed that it couldn't be made out of wood. It also didn't seem to have a great deal of space on board - Jack had emerged from the top and that part had been covered by transparent glass. Norrington spent a few minutes searching for a way to enter the ship in hopes of being able to coax it back out from its inconvenient location.
"Former commodore Norrington."
Norrington stiffened at the unexpected address and slowly turned around to face the stranger - most likely not someone who had been staying in Tortuga for very long, considering his tidy appearance - who had spoken. He didn't recognize the man, but the man obviously knew who he was and presumably there was something he wanted to discuss.
The man held up a hand before Norrington could respond. "I happened to overhear a certain conversation and I think you'll find what I'm about to tell you very interesting." There was a thin smile on his lips, not particularly well-meaning. Norrington watched him warily and said nothing. However, he decided to follow the man outside when beckoned to do so. The ship wasn't going anywhere and this strange encounter had his attention.
The ship was still there when he returned. The stranger, a man working for the East India Trading Company under Lord Cutler Beckett, hadn't been exaggerating when he had said that he was about to share something of interest, but Norrington was reluctant to take what he had just heard at face value.
Supposedly Jack Sparrow and his claim of knowing a way to rid the seas of those shadow creatures would be of great use to the Company. Granted, it made sense, if Lord Beckett planned to spread out further and into the Caribbean to control trade there as well; safe passage for ships would be sought after, but Norrington found it hard to believe that Jack Sparrow really had a definite course of action or some sort of miraculous solution on hand at all.
Nonetheless, if he could deliver the pirate's 'solution', a pardon, an opening to regain the honour he had lost awaited him. He could get his life back.
Under these circumstances, would anyone turn down such an opportunity?