Will, Elizabeth, Governor Swann, and Commodore Norrington had relocated to the sitting room, and were now sipping their tea. However, while Norrington, eyes downcast, and Elizabeth sat in uncomfortable silence, Will and Governor Swann were deep in conversation.
"So its lather, sponge, repeat?" asked Governor Swann, looking at the rough skin on his hands.
"That's what I do," responded Will. "See how my skin is radiant and soft?"
Suddenly, a loud thud was heard from the entry way beyond. Norrington, alerted, tore his gaze away from the intricate designs in the carpeting.
Tossing aside his still steaming cup of tea, Norrington lunged at the Governor, crying "Canon fire!"
They crashed onto the floor as Governor Swann's chair collapsed from the commodore's added weight.
"Commodore Norrington..."came Governor Swann's voice from the deep depths of the floor. "Get off!"
As they both came to their feet, a second knock sounded on the door.
"Don't even think about it," said the governor as Commodore Norrington reached for Will's tea. "It's only the door."
At that moment, Murtogg rushed into the room, having been let in by the butler dude.