The commodore's mouth twists wryly. 'Then you may consider me an...interested party, shall we say. It is a position I have held often enough in the past.'
He moves away from the fog-wrapped window, a pace or two nearer to the captain's desk. There are papers spread out across the desk, marked charts and navigational maps and scraps of parchment with calculations, rosters, accounts, everything necessary for a voyage. None of the markings are clear, though -- looking at any piece of paper for too long only makes the writing waver and blur.
'I believe that when last we spoke, quite some time ago, we were interrupted shortly after I had asked you a question. Do you recall the substance of that conversation?'
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Date: 2007-08-14 04:15 am (UTC)He moves away from the fog-wrapped window, a pace or two nearer to the captain's desk. There are papers spread out across the desk, marked charts and navigational maps and scraps of parchment with calculations, rosters, accounts, everything necessary for a voyage. None of the markings are clear, though -- looking at any piece of paper for too long only makes the writing waver and blur.
'I believe that when last we spoke, quite some time ago, we were interrupted shortly after I had asked you a question. Do you recall the substance of that conversation?'