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Chapter 2: Motives
Norrington entered the captain's cabin, one that was unusually large and incredibly neat. Captain Lyleston had taken his place back behind his desk and now looked thoroughly distressed. Norrington surveyed the man, at a round about guess he was about 25, very young for rank of Captain. He was neatly dressed and appeared precise with a slight sense of being unorthodox. This was suggested to Norrington's keen glance by the fact that his hair was slightly longer than what current fashion dictated, although that could just be because he had been at sea for so long he hadn't managed to get his hair cut.
Lyleston now had his head cradled in his hands giving Norrington time to contemplate just what the hell was going on. Abruptly the younger man's head shot up startling Norrington from his reverie.
'Commodore Norrington,' the younger man started hesitantly 'I have decided to meet with you because I need your help in particular the protection of you and of the Royal Navy. See many months ago we were sailing off Tripoli when we were barraged by a Spanish galleon. We had precious cargo aboard so we put up a fight, by this time the Spanish ship had raised its flag and we realised be were besieged by pirates.'
The younger man almost spat the word pirate onto his desk. He continued
'We managed to fend them off and with a stroke of luck one of our canons caused a huge hole in the bow of the ship causing it to sink. Since then we have continued with our normal on ship lifestyle, when we realised we were being followed. The Spanish were back, seeking revenge.'
Norrington nodded, contemplating this knowledge.
'So you see Commodore,' the captain inclined his head 'we need your help, otherwise we'll be murdered in a bloody revenge,' the man cut off his recount and looked expectantly at Norrington.
Norrington contemplated the Captain's story. This man was obviously British his accent and his flag spoke as much and if he was indeed British then he was entitled to the protection offered by the Royal Navy.
'I will help you Captain, I will remain inconspicuously onboard the Draconis while the Dauntless will follow your course discretely along the coast.'
The younger man leapt forward,
'Thankyou so much,' he grabbed Norrington's hand shaking it furiously. Afraid he might kiss it Norrington quickly withdrew his hand and while doing so noticed the captain's eyes flash mischievously but then it was gone, leaving only extreme gratitude and admiration.