The map remains clear and perfectly drawn as Commodore Lyon lifts his hand, and proceeds to adjust the cuffs of his dress coat. 'A sensible man once said -- or rather, will say -- that corporations have neither bodies to be punished nor souls to be condemned, and therefore they do as they like. But that alone does not make them invulnerable...and it certainly does not make them immortal.'
It is at that moment that the faint clang of a ship's bell rings out, the echoes drifting into the cabin from somewhere in the heavy mist that surrounds the ship.
Dark, inscrutable eyes meet Norrington's. 'I believe you have the watch, Mister Norrington.'
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Date: 2007-08-24 02:15 pm (UTC)It is at that moment that the faint clang of a ship's bell rings out, the echoes drifting into the cabin from somewhere in the heavy mist that surrounds the ship.
Dark, inscrutable eyes meet Norrington's. 'I believe you have the watch, Mister Norrington.'