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[scourgeofpiracy]

He has a room, above the bar, but he's out of it as much as he is in at present. Either working on the Pearl or, as now, just walking the lakeside and trying to pretend it's a real shoreline, and it's salt water he smells, not fresh.

Sometimes it even almost works.

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[called_lioness]

She often walks the lakeside and, to be honest, she often pretends the same thing.

It doesn't really work, but it's nice to pretend.

Sometimes Caspian walks with her, and sometimes she walks alone, and it's the latter that Lucy is doing today.

[scourgeofpiracy]

The lakeside is only so big, so it's inevitable that two people walking along it will run into each other eventually.

Norrington nods a greeting to her, with a half-bow.

[called_lioness]

Lucy smiles, faintly, at him, and nods in return. If she'd worn a skirt, there'd be a curtsey, or at least the hint of one, as well. As it is, she merely says, "Good day, sir," and makes the smile a little wider after a moment.

[scourgeofpiracy]

"And to you, miss." There's a pause, while he seems to hunt for more pleasantries, then, "It's a fine day for a walk."

[called_lioness]

"It is," she agrees. "Though it soon will be a bit cool for one."

[scourgeofpiracy]

"That is a problem with this place", he says, shooting a considering look at the ship on the lake. "Especially when you're used to warmer climes."

[called_lioness]

"Aye. Or even if you simply prefer them. Lucy Pevensie," she adds, after a moment, and follows his gaze to the ship.

[scourgeofpiracy]

"James Norrington", he says with another small bow. "Pleased to meet you."

[called_lioness]

"The same, I'm quite certain. Are you one used to a warmer climate, then, Mr. Norrington?"

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Very much so", he says with a rueful half-smile. "I came in here from the Caribbean, after living there for... oh, at least ten years."

[called_lioness]

"Good Lord," she says, a bit blankly. "And now you'll have a Scottish winter. I'm sorry."

[scourgeofpiracy]

He laughs a little, though nothing's really funny.

"At least I have a heated room to take refuge in."

[called_lioness]

"There's that. Are you Bound, then?"

[scourgeofpiracy]

"For the time being, yes. With any luck, perhaps I'll even be allowed to leave before winter."

[called_lioness]

"Mayhap. I shall hope you can, anyway. Not that I'm finding your company unpleasant, mind," she adds with a smile.

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Oh, likewise." He returns the smile. "But being confined... does grate, rather."