"Aye-aye, sir. Yes sir, and right away, sir." He snaps a salute, bitterness leeching into his words.

"Too bad you cannot have thought to do that before you dragged us all along on a suicidal mission to try to save your pride and rank, Commodore. Or do officers give a care to the men who must follow them, even to the depths of hell itself?"

Somehow, even at the distance from the port to Norrington's office, the screams of men being swept from the Worthington and tossed into the sea can be heard over the howling of the wind.