It shouldn't have taken this long for Wellard to have found Norrington.
Not unless he got distracted along the way, of course, but Jack's fairly certain that's not the case -- the lad's far too conscientious about what he sees as his duty to do otherwise.
When the fickle "Scottish" weather went from fair to foul, Jack seized the opportune moment and dismissed his helpful crew for the day. He'd waited a little longer, but in the end it's not long after the last of them have left that Jack himself comes striding over the shore and into the bar, up the stairs and down the hallway towards room 97.
"We'll just see about all this," he mutters, as he heads for Norrington's room, hands half-outstretched for balance as he rounds the corner into the hallway. "'S not right-- it's decidedly odd--"
Swaying, Jack jerks to a halt, staring at the fallen figure of Henry Wellard.
"Bugger."
Swearing under his breath, Jack Sparrow leaps forward and drops to one knee beside the younger man.
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Date: 2006-10-22 10:07 pm (UTC)Not unless he got distracted along the way, of course, but Jack's fairly certain that's not the case -- the lad's far too conscientious about what he sees as his duty to do otherwise.
When the fickle "Scottish" weather went from fair to foul, Jack seized the opportune moment and dismissed his helpful crew for the day. He'd waited a little longer, but in the end it's not long after the last of them have left that Jack himself comes striding over the shore and into the bar, up the stairs and down the hallway towards room 97.
"We'll just see about all this," he mutters, as he heads for Norrington's room, hands half-outstretched for balance as he rounds the corner into the hallway. "'S not right-- it's decidedly odd--"
Swaying, Jack jerks to a halt, staring at the fallen figure of Henry Wellard.
"Bugger."
Swearing under his breath, Jack Sparrow leaps forward and drops to one knee beside the younger man.
"Lad, can you hear me?"