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Captain Elizabeth Turner ([personal profile] try_corsets) wrote2007-08-30 04:34 pm

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The governor's mansion sits on a hill above Port Royal like a silent, authoritative sentinel.

In her former life as lady of the house, Elizabeth had rarely appreciated just how high that hill could seem traveling on foot and not in a fine carriage, especially when one's movements are, out of necessity, furtive. Twilight saw Elizabeth, Tai Huang and a small group of pirates moving through town like shadows, and after their lengthy, tense climb, they arrive at the wall to the side of the house slightly out of breath, momentarily safe in the growing darkness. The herb garden on the other side smells achingly familiar. Elizabeth closes her eyes and breathes in the scent, then issues a sharp order and motions to her second in command.

Silently, the pair moves several paces to the left and scales the wall with the help of a tree and its low hanging branches. She'd often studied the tree and plotted how it might be of use; never had Elizabeth considered that she might one day use it to gain entry, not escape.

A large, dark and rectangular object is passed easily between them, as if they've practiced the maneuver, and Elizabeth presses it into her companion’s hands with a meaningful look before leading the way toward the house, the soft soles of her boots quiet on the garden path.

It's absurdly easy. A wave of resentment washes over Elizabeth at the need to sneak into her own home. She knows the schedule, knows the movements of the staff who still live here -- she presumes -- and there's an arrogant, angry tilt to her head as they approach the northwest corner of the house. Raising a hand to halt Tai Huang, she peers around a tall hedge; dying, she notes absently. "Wait here. I'll get what I need from the study first," she whispers, knowing they'll have better access to the second floor from another point of entry.

Someone is obviously in residence, judging by the number of lamps lit. Elizabeth ponders who that might be, while darting like a ghost along the side of the building to the wide double doors and the study beyond -- her father's study, or perhaps already the study of another Company agent. The thought bolsters her resolve as she slips into the room and crosses to the heavy desk. Allowing herself a quick glance at the remembered bookshelves, paintings and maps, Elizabeth quietly opens a desk drawer and begins searching for the first item she means to repossess.
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (official business)

[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-08-31 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Elizabeth has moved with remarkable silence and speed throughout. Unsurprising, perhaps; she does know this house well, quite possibly better than anyone currently alive. And so it is more than likely that under most any other circumstances, she would have been able to slip in and out and complete her mission without anyone being the wiser.

But searching for things in the dark is never easy, even when one has some general idea of where the sought-for objects might be located. And the contents of the desk have been slightly rearranged since the last time Governor Weatherby Swann sat behind it. It only seems fitting to aid the search with sufficient illumination.

There are two candlesticks on the desk, each holding a fine and expensive beeswax candle.

One of them, the nearest to Elizabeth, suddenly flares to life.
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (official business)

[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-08-31 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
The candle flame burns steadily, without flickering.

There is no sound of footsteps to herald another person's approach. But a faint sliver of light appears under the door at the far end of the study -- the door that leads to the rest of the house -- half a second before it opens and a tall figure in a hat and a high-collared cloak enters the room.

The hat is set on a low table by the door; the cloak is unfastened and removed. And as the figure turns round, the light of the single candle on the desk is reflected in Commodore Lyon's dark eyes as he looks directly at Elizabeth.

Then, quietly:

'I moved a few papers to the second drawer on the left-hand side. It should be unlocked.'
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[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-09-01 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
'On the authority of His Majesty George the Third, by the Grace of God, King of Great Britain, France, and Ireland.' The claim to France is tenuous at best, but such is the accepted style, and Merriman Lyon's voice is nothing if not authoritative. 'And under whose authority I am serving as acting governor of this colony, in the temporary absence of a royally appointed governor or a higher-ranking officer.'

Hands clasped behind his back, he stands at ease. Nothing changes in his expression, but he is clearly waiting to see whether this answer proves acceptable to her.
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[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-09-02 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
He meets her gaze steadily, unemotionally taking in the changes that events have wrought on her in the time since their previous meeting. After all, he would readily concede that she has every right to be here, regardless of her method of entry.

'Neither did I expect to find myself here,' he replies. 'Though perhaps I ought to have expected it, or at least have considered the possibility from the moment I spoke to your father in Milliways and accepted the charge of conveying his account of events to His Majesty.'

For the first time, an emotion is visible on his face: sorrow, and sincere regret.

'I am very sorry for your loss.'
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (East India Company)

[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-09-02 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
'I merely acted as an anonymous third party in conveying the message,' he says, shaking his head a little. 'My presence here owes more to the fact that I have no previously established contacts with the Caribbean trade. Which, in light of the circumstances, made the Company's directors conclude that I was a relatively unobjectionable choice. As such, my orders were to sail for Port Royal, relieve Lord Beckett of his post, and determine the appropriate course of action from there.'

A slight pause, to carefully choose his next words.

'It was not until I arrived that I learned that events had overtaken him.'
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[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-09-03 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
The light of the single candle casts deep shadows on his angular face as his brow furrows in dark contemplation.

'I was told, at first, that he had returned to England. It was not until I pressed them for the exact name of the vessel on which he sailed that it became apparent to my informants that no one knew exactly which vessel he had sailed on.' Contempt thins his tongue, though the object of his contempt may not be who Elizabeth might imagine it to be. 'The sheer lack of information told me all that I needed to know in that regard.'

He glances over at the desk, and the files and documents that cover its working surface. 'Though it does remind me -- there are a few papers that you ought to see, while you happen to be here.'
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[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-09-04 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
He nods once, solemnly, then crosses to the desk and picks up a single sheet of paper that had been partly hidden beneath a large ledger.

'From what I have been able to determine, Lord Beckett had more interest in keeping up a pretence of your father's return to England than in making any attempt to acquire his assets.' He makes a small gesture with the hand that is not holding the paper, indicating the room they stand in. 'This house is the property of the Crown, of course, but your father owned land on the island in his own right. There is also the income from various holdings and investments in England -- none of which, I hasten to add, appear to be in Company stock -- as well as the money from his most recent yearly salary and from accumulated savings.'

He moves away from the desk, and holds the slip of paper out to Elizabeth. 'I took the liberty of performing some rough calculations. The current amount is circled, and the expected annual income underscored. You are of course welcome to examine the necessary documents yourself, should you wish to check my figures.'

On the paper are two neat columns of figures written in a precise and professional hand. A sum has been circled at the bottom of one column and a second, smaller sum has been underlined twice at the bottom of the other. Royal governors are paid well, and Weatherby Swann was always careful with his finances...but even so, the figures might be higher than Elizabeth ever expected.
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[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-09-04 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
'Ah, yes. The warrants.' Said with only a faint emphasis on the plural form. 'I came across the records in London, shortly before I sailed.'

Carefully, so as not to prompt any sudden reaction on her part, he reaches into his uniform coat and produces what appears to be a folded and sealed piece of thick parchment. Yet once the document is in his hand he deftly fans it out, revealing that the single piece of parchment is actually three separately sealed documents.

He selects one of the documents, studying it for a moment before looking back up at Elizabeth.

'It requires no other signature or seal,' he says, holding it out to her. 'Though I will confirm in writing that it has reached its intended recipient.'

A royal pardon, for all of the power and majesty attached to it, is a somewhat unimpressive document when seen up close. No fancy border, no grand lettering, no choice use of fine inks. But the overall appearance is far less important than the official wafer seal (unable to be tampered with), and the looping signature of George III at the bottom -- and, of course, the name Elizabeth Swann written on the parchment in a clerk's clear hand.
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (servant of the Light)

[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-09-05 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
'I heard of James Norrington's death.' Again, regret is audible in his voice, however quietly he may speak. 'A posthumous pardon will neither bring him back nor avenge the wrongs wrought upon him, but I hope that in some small way it will restore his honour in the eyes of the world.'

He places one folded bit of parchment on the desk, beside the ledger he had moved a few moments ago. The other piece of parchment remains in his hand as he moves away from the desk, crossing the room to stand by the door that leads out to the gardens.

'As for your husband, Mrs Turner....' A pause, before he continues. 'Well, I shall leave it up to you to decide how much you believe I ought to know. Though I should mention, before you come to a decision, that I am willing to be as forthright with you as you are with me.'

And as if to punctuate his statement, the unlit candle on the governor's desk flares with sudden light, a little flame that burns with the same unwavering fire as its nearby twin. No match or tinder is in sight -- and neither Elizabeth nor the commodore happens to be standing near enough to the candles to light them.
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[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-09-05 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
'Magic,' he replies simply, as if it is the only reasonable explanation. 'Though not magic of the kind that ensures that the Dutchman will always have a captain. Mine happens to be particular to who I am.'

He turns round to face her, standing with his back to the open door. 'I suspected that something had happened regarding the Dutchman, but I did not know that an actual transfer of command had taken place. Your husband is now her captain, then?'
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (lux aeterna)

[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-09-06 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Commodore Lyon listens attentively as she speaks. One corner of his mouth twitches when she mentions Jack Sparrow, but that is his only visible reaction until she finishes speaking...when, at her question and statement, he lets out a low huff of breath.

'Nothing quite so theatrical as that.' He gives Elizabeth a formal little bow, as if newly introducing himself to her. 'I am merely an officer of the East India Company, who also happens to be the first and oldest of a race of immortals -- Old Ones, as we call ourselves. And in that capacity, I have very definite interest in ensuring that the future as I know it will come to pass.'

He takes a few steps towards her, and as he comes closer to the candlelight the bright glitter in his gaze seems to have an ancient and yet somehow ageless radiance. Cold and judgmental, perhaps, but it is clear enough that Elizabeth Turner has not been found wanting.

'There is a good deal more to it, of course,' he adds as he holds out her husband's official pardon, 'but you are no doubt pressed for time.'
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (sideways scholar)

[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-09-06 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
'Without divulging the complete details, it may interest you to know that the Honourable East India Company will soon lose a great deal of the autonomy that allowed individuals like the late Lord Beckett to operate with impunity, outside the control of the Crown.' The thought prompts a hint of a smile, though his gaze has slid out of focus, fixed somewhere in the middle distance on something only he can see. 'And that loss of autonomy will play a crucial part in events to come -- events which, in a manner of speaking, will turn the world upside-down.'

He clasps his hands behind him once again, and the change in posture brings his gaze back into the present and restores his brisk, professional manner: Acting Governor Lyon addressing a matter of official business.

'Once you have spoken to your man, you may have the leave of the house and as much time as you need to collect that which is yours. Your rooms were searched at some point in the past few months, and not with the most care for your possessions. To the best of my knowledge, nothing was taken, and they have not been disturbed since I have been here. For that matter, you may of course look around and see if there is anything else here that you would not wish to leave behind for my eventual successor -- anything that belonged to your father, for instance.'

He's keenly aware that Elizabeth is in an awkward position here, as an uninvited guest in the house that had once been her home. And so his tone is a little less professional and a little more cordial as he adds:

'I was wondering, perhaps, if you might do me the honour of dining with me this evening? The staff know that I am accustomed to keeping odd hours, and a late supper is simple enough to arrange.'
gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (liht mec heht gewyrcan)

[personal profile] gramarye1971 2007-09-08 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
'Any small kindness I am able to do goes some way towards setting things right, Mrs Turner.' He inclines his head to her. 'It is the least that I can do.'

Once she has left the room, moving silently over the grounds, he crosses to the desk and picks up James Norrington's pardon. He traces the royal seal with the tip of his finger, then slips the folded parchment back into his coat.

Murmured quietly, to himself:

'The very least that I can do.'


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