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[scourgeofpiracy]

He's been expecting the other shoe to drop since the 'one day's head start' stretched into weeks, then months, and Captain Jack Sparrow remained at large

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[bringmethatnpc]

Becket is, of course, unsmiling.

"Good day, Commodore."

The decanter of brandy and the glasses are in their usual place by the sideboard; one of glasses lies used on a table on the other side of the room.

Beckett is standing behind his desk.

[scourgeofpiracy]

"Mister Beckett", he returns, as politely as their respective standing demands.

He doesn't sit, only partly because the other man isn't and he hasn't been invited to.

[bringmethatnpc]

"I trust this meeting will be pleasantly short," Beckett says. Drawls. "You've been a little slow, Commodore." Said as though synonymous with derelict in your duty. "I'd ask your reasons if I weren't quite sure they didn't matter."

[scourgeofpiracy]

Norrington's manner chills further at that, while still in the bounds of required courtesy.

"You would be referring to Captain Sparrow?"

The choice of title is deliberate.