Several hands seize hold of him as he comes within reach, and he's pulled onto the boat. The dull look in his eyes raises no immediate concern; most of the other survivors have some variation on that same expression, stupefied by shock and only gradually coming to take an interest in their surroundings. If there is any hint of hostility in their eyes when they see Norrington come aboard...well, they have little enough energy to spare for talking.
Rough but serviceable blankets are waiting for them when they reach the Edinburgh, and so is the ship's surgeon. The captain has opened his cabin for the surgeon's use, and the handful of wounded are brought in there to be checked for broken bones or other injuries that can be treated with the ship's limited medical supplies. For the others, ship's biscuit and cheese are handed round, along with two mugs of ale that are passed from man to man.
Bellamy's initial enquiries as to the officer in charge are initially met with uneasy silence, but finally one of the men points to Norrington. And so Bellamy heads over to him, a little hesitantly if the truth be told, and sketches a little salute.
"Sam Bellamy, sir -- at your service, I'm sure," he says with a nod. "This is the Edinburgh Trader, though most just calls her the Edinburgh. We've picked up as many of your crew as we could find, though 'tis a mercy we came upon you when we did."
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Date: 2006-07-28 09:22 pm (UTC)Rough but serviceable blankets are waiting for them when they reach the Edinburgh, and so is the ship's surgeon. The captain has opened his cabin for the surgeon's use, and the handful of wounded are brought in there to be checked for broken bones or other injuries that can be treated with the ship's limited medical supplies. For the others, ship's biscuit and cheese are handed round, along with two mugs of ale that are passed from man to man.
Bellamy's initial enquiries as to the officer in charge are initially met with uneasy silence, but finally one of the men points to Norrington. And so Bellamy heads over to him, a little hesitantly if the truth be told, and sketches a little salute.
"Sam Bellamy, sir -- at your service, I'm sure," he says with a nod. "This is the Edinburgh Trader, though most just calls her the Edinburgh. We've picked up as many of your crew as we could find, though 'tis a mercy we came upon you when we did."