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Jack  waited until the pirate and the rest of the lieutenats were out of the door. He hoped Stephen would be able to handle them.
'Of course he would. Stephen can handle about anyone..' he thought to himself  'but me for example...that is completely a different tale,' a slight headache started as he looked over to Commodore Norrignton, who looked to be in the same predicament. The man was practically hunched over in his desk, and was clearly under mental stress.

"Commodore...Norrington, Sir." Jack said. "Thank you for seeing me. and Lieutenant Buckland."


Ooc: I dunno if I haven't replied to a previous post yet... but im lost so I decided to just make a new post. I hope it's ok with everyone!

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Norrington sit at his desk, pinching the bridge of his nose and wondering if this damnable day will ever end.

When Aubrey and Buckland arrived... he was surprised at the lack of any sort of advance warning. When Sparrow arrived... he was merely annoyed.

And so, conversation proceeded without him, and for awhile he was quite content to let it.

...But he is, he reminds himself, the commodore, and he cannot, unfortunately, remain silent indefinitely--pounding headache or no. He is also trying to remind himself again of why it is he wanted this position in the first place.

Norrington clears his throat. In part, to draw everyone's attention, and in part to clear his own mind.

Looking around the room, he addresses the collective, "Gentlemen." He hates that he probably appears somewhat out of sorts... he's always prided himself on managing to stay fairly collected and retain his wits about him. There seems to be a definite trend of Sparrow being present every time he loses face.

"It seems that everyone has found something to keep themselves occupied," he says, glancing around the room. "Mr. Hornblower, I certainly see no reason you shouldn't accompany Mr. Buckland, so you both have my leave. Mr. Groves, I'm sure you could do with a rest after your undoubtedly difficult day, and Mr. Gillette, I believe it is your watch. Both of you may be dismissed." He looks at each of his lieutenants in turn as he addresses them.

"Mr. Kennedy-" here he pauses, taking in the sight of Sparrow standing there bedecked in all his... sparkling glory (and a new wave of headache threatens to wash over Norrington), before continuing "-do please see what you are able to make of the logbooks. And, by all means, take Captain Sparrow along to aid you, especially if it will get him out of my cabin." Dampering his annoyance may be possible when addressing subordinates and fellow officers, but it is out of the question when it comes to Sparrow, regardless of who else is present. "I leave the decision of enlisting Dr. Maturin's help to you, should you feel you need it.

"And that, I believe, would leave me to speak with Captain Aubrey," in relative peace, he adds silently.

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Continued from here.

Groves shifts even closer to Gillette, leaning close but not touching. "I'm sure I could find the stamina to deal with you for days." He grins preditorily and leans back.

"I could give you plenty of reasons to skive off a dinner party, but I'm sure it would appall you to learn of my innate ability to be insubordinate, so I'll spare you. For this occasion, at least, I'll share my deviousness and scheming ability," he lowers his voice and leans close again. "Among other things after dinner."

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Jack walked up to the heavy wooden door to the Commodore's Cabin.
Raising a large fist, he rapped on the door three times, and waited to be let in.

Turning back to glance at Lieutenant Buckland, he joked "I hope I'm not disturbing anything! ha ha ha!",
Before turning back to the door, his face starting to burn.

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"But it's not done, you see!" Tom said to his mother, and she tutted, walking past him to stir the huge pot that rested over the fire. He stood in the small kitchen of the farm house the Pullings family had lived in for quite a few generations, as tenants to the local Lord. The Pullings family was fortunate in that they were good at breeding horses, so when the crops did not do as well, they always had that to fall back on, but still the family would never be more than comfortable...certainly not prosperous...which was not usually bad, for it meant Tom didn't have to really worry about them as much as he might have.

Right now he was certainly not worried. He was embarrassed because his mother had invited everyone...from Commodore Norrington to Preserved Killick to their farm for a holiday.

"I see, you're embarrassed of your family. For shame, Thomas Pullings! Maybe we should be ashamed of you, going off like you did, leaving us to fare for ourselves..."

"Mamma, tain't like that, I swear, tis just...some of these people are Lords, like, they ain't used to the sort of life..." his mother's eyes widened and he realized he was proving, not disproving, her point.

He left the kitchen, feeling a bit reduced in stature. This sort of thing would wreck his career for sure..."Well," he muttered as he walked out to the front, "At least there's always the Merchant's."

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Jack knew that coming unnanounced to the Commodore's cabin would not exactly put him in the best light and would probably make the dear man angry.

Nevertheless, pushing these idle thoughts aside, Jack nodded to Lieutenant Buckland once they arrived at the side of the Indy. Climbing up the left side and surprising the crew, Jack waited for Mr. Buckland to join him on deck before proceeding to barge in on the Commodore in whatever he was doing.

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"Mind the jars," said Stephen, bending a little in his cabin and moving to sit on his chest. He went on to introduce Landon to his duties, and as he did so he examined the man closely, noting his movements, his answers, and thinking on his temperament. It appeared that Landon was bright enough, but a sailor through and through -- he had adapted the look most men wore on the first Sunday of every month and on some special occasions -- he'd have to be reformed to better suit his new role. He was not even attending at all. He was actually glancing about the place with thinly veiled curiosity, which annoyed Stephen a little, but not so much because he was aware that he had started to digress towards frigate birds.

Landon's gaze took in the room easily, but only now there appeared to be something moving in the Doctor's hammock. It looked at him. He uttered a little yelp and leapt sideways into the bulkhead.


(OOC: hallo, sloth dear.)