'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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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.