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scourgeofpiracy) wrote2006-11-01 11:28 pm
scourgeofpiracy) wrote2006-11-01 11:28 pm
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There's an office in Port Royal that James Norrington used to know as well as his own house.
He hasn't been there in months, in the real world. So it's really no surprise that he dreams himself back there, once in a while. That he dreams he never fell from grace.
He's sitting behind the desk, papers in hand.
He hasn't been there in months, in the real world. So it's really no surprise that he dreams himself back there, once in a while. That he dreams he never fell from grace.
He's sitting behind the desk, papers in hand.
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And for a good few moments, even after he wakes gasping and sweat-drenched in his own bed at Milliways, he's not sure whether he lived or died, that day.
Perhaps he wishes it had been the latter.