After the hurricane...

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Most of the crew are dead, and those that aren't are keeping their distance, as far as possible, paddling away on whatever wreckage they can find.

He can't blame them. Nor, he finds, does he have much of a will to paddle himself. Not now.

So, sitting on a plank that was conveniently there, James Norrington floats.

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Bellamy turns round, finally satisfied that there is enough wind in the Edinburgh's sails.

"Aye, sir?"

It occurs to him, at that moment, that he still doesn't know the officer's name.

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Calmly, Norrington holds out the sword and its attached letter, with a last glance at it.

"These are to be delivered to Mr. Cutler Beckett, of the East India company, when you reach Port Royal. Or to the highest-ranking Navy officer you can find, failing that."

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Bellamy stares blankly at the sword for several seconds, then looks up at the officer. What he sees in the man's face assures him that this is neither joke nor jest, nor a decision made in some fit of temporary madness.

He knows what it means, when an officer hands over his sword.

"A-aye, sir." He takes the sword and the letter, gingerly. "Is...is there anything else I might do for you, then?"

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"Just see my... the men safely back to Port Royal", he says quietly. "As I know you will. The highest-ranked of the survivors is in command of their group, effective immediately." He offers a tiny, regretful smile as he continues. "And... no need to call me 'sir'. My name is James Norrington."

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Bellamy nods soberly. "Very good, si...er, Mister Norrington. I'll see to it. You'll pardon my not shaking hands, I hope -- but I should get these put somewhere safe."

Juggling the sword and the letter, he turns to head for his cabin, but pauses.

"You take it easy now. I'll have a hammock slung for you if you're in need of rest. And you're of course to let me know if there's aught else can be done for you in the meantime."

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Norrington looks at him in honest gratitude as he turns back.

"I will. Thank you for what you've done, Captain."

He doesn't look at the men huddled on the other side of the deck. He knows too well how they'd be looking at him.