From the corner of his eye, Norrington dimly see the figure standing next to him, looking out the window as they once had looked out over the railing of the Interceptor II.
("Commodore Norrington, the storm -- the ship, sir, she won't take it! We've got to turn back!")
(Two of the injured sailors emerge from the cabin in the surgeon's wake, carrying between them a smaller, blanket-wrapped figure that is gently laid down on the deck.)
The midshipman's lips twitch wryly.
"But you do happen to be alive, Commodore. You do not have to dwell with the sea and storm and dying for all of enternity. So it would be remiss of our duty to let you forget, wouldn't it be, sir?"
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From the corner of his eye, Norrington dimly see the figure standing next to him, looking out the window as they once had looked out over the railing of the Interceptor II.
("Commodore Norrington, the storm -- the ship, sir, she won't take it! We've got to turn back!")
(Two of the injured sailors emerge from the cabin in the surgeon's wake, carrying between them a smaller, blanket-wrapped figure that is gently laid down on the deck.)
The midshipman's lips twitch wryly.
"But you do happen to be alive, Commodore. You do not have to dwell with the sea and storm and dying for all of enternity. So it would be remiss of our duty to let you forget, wouldn't it be, sir?"