[RL w/Norrington: An Awkward Reunion]
There was something painfully familiar and yet foreign about this, seeing Port Royal for the first time in nearly four months -- Shuraiya gazed at the island from a distance, his little, colorful boat bobbing in the waves, having appeared there from the port at Navarone.
As the boat approached the harbor, its blue sail billowing pleasantly in the salty air, he frowned -- it was exactly as he had left it, the sight, the smell, the sound, everything was where it ought to be, save for one thing. The most important thing, at least, to the bounty hunter.
He sighed and lowered the sail, letting the current lead him to the docks, resisting the urge to greet the dock hand by name. If James no longer knew him, why would this man? He signed the registrar and tossed a couple of gold coins (Berris, but what was the difference? Gold is gold is gold) his way before nervously walking up the dock towards the city. At least he wouldn't be receiving the treatment he had the first time he had arrived here; Shuraiya had enough sense (or perhaps, lack thereof) to keep the clothes James had given him before, and attracted barely any attention as he hiked his way towards the fort.
Upon reaching the fort, Shuraiya was greeted by Governor Swann (of course, it was merely good manners, he too had forgotten the bounty hunter, another blow to his at current fragile ego) and was directed towards James' office, despite his knowing the way. Might as well start acting like he had never been here before, right? Swann left him there and tottered off to tend to some manner of his own, and after contemplating leaving for the hundredth time since arriving, Shuraiya slowly raised a hand and knocked on the door.
"Commodore?"
As the boat approached the harbor, its blue sail billowing pleasantly in the salty air, he frowned -- it was exactly as he had left it, the sight, the smell, the sound, everything was where it ought to be, save for one thing. The most important thing, at least, to the bounty hunter.
He sighed and lowered the sail, letting the current lead him to the docks, resisting the urge to greet the dock hand by name. If James no longer knew him, why would this man? He signed the registrar and tossed a couple of gold coins (Berris, but what was the difference? Gold is gold is gold) his way before nervously walking up the dock towards the city. At least he wouldn't be receiving the treatment he had the first time he had arrived here; Shuraiya had enough sense (or perhaps, lack thereof) to keep the clothes James had given him before, and attracted barely any attention as he hiked his way towards the fort.
Upon reaching the fort, Shuraiya was greeted by Governor Swann (of course, it was merely good manners, he too had forgotten the bounty hunter, another blow to his at current fragile ego) and was directed towards James' office, despite his knowing the way. Might as well start acting like he had never been here before, right? Swann left him there and tottered off to tend to some manner of his own, and after contemplating leaving for the hundredth time since arriving, Shuraiya slowly raised a hand and knocked on the door.
"Commodore?"