Norrington turns, but there's no time to do more than register the sword in the crewman's hand before he can't see it anymore, can't see anything for a moment, because the man in front of him has just run him through.
He staggers, slumps to the deck with his back against the railing, and with cold clarity he knows he's dying.
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Date: 2007-10-03 08:58 pm (UTC)He staggers, slumps to the deck with his back against the railing, and with cold clarity he knows he's dying.